<?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-36889135</id><updated>2012-01-30T03:29:34.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Beishi.</title><subtitle type='html'>Believe in yourself, and you can do it if you want to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6722662162247158702</id><published>2010-06-10T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:36:16.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to celebrate... my blog's death. I have no idea why but I am just too lazy to log in to post! No time to stalk other people's blog also HAHA so I am moving to lj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leebeishi.livejournal.com it's friends-locked though. I am sick of this tagboard gahh. Goodbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6722662162247158702?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6722662162247158702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6722662162247158702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6722662162247158702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6722662162247158702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#6722662162247158702' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1105927803731655434</id><published>2010-03-07T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:59:11.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to post about.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;I think eyeball dissection is super cool! Okay maybe not the first part when we have to cut the eyelids and fats. Some eyeballs even have eyelashes. It's gross. Then we had to saw the cornea out. And then POKE/burst the eyeball so that all the humour can drain out. LOL. Then SQUEEZE then lens out. And cut the eyeball into half. We can actually see the blind spot after washing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to watch 十月围城！We watched that during BSP lecture. I want to watch the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPY I FOUND MY FAVOURITE BOOK!!! We had reading period and NLB came. So I was randomly browsing. I didn't find interesting books so I was just about to, you know, anyhow choose one. THEN I SAW IT. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then it's class dance. I guess everyone knows I CAN'T dance. Oh well, I have to try for the sake of my class. I sort of got the steps, but it's just weird. Different parts of me lack coordination ._. My head will tell me the steps but my hands/legs will do another thing. LOL I guess it takes practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1105927803731655434?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1105927803731655434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1105927803731655434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1105927803731655434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1105927803731655434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1105927803731655434' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-415073451546436067</id><published>2010-02-27T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:23:27.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall post! School has been. Quite hectic, I would say. One particular teacher broke her promise and cut our deadline short without a reason. At first she said that the deadline will be next Friday, then she told us yesterday, "oh I am sure you all already did research and worked on it, so I will change your deadline to next monday, latest tuesday" The same teacher that taught all the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;She said Che Guevera's Chile's cabinet minister, but he's an Argentine involved in the Cuban revolution! She spelt Antarctica and Guantanamo Bay wrongly. She said Guantanamo Bay is near Africa, but it's near CUBA, which is nowhere near Africa! Unless you think South America is near Africa. South Africa has 3 capital cities, one of them is Cape Town, but she said it's not! This is all in ONE freaking lesson.&lt;br /&gt;She pronounced Lehman as Layman and debt with the B!!!! IT'S SILENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't talk about how she approves proposals without reading it. We had to change the entire project one/two days before deadline last year because she suddenly realised that our project won't work. She held on to the other group's project last year so they couldn't even refer to it for the project this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, anger just broke out when I was reading random articles online. Seriously, we should sign a petition.&lt;br /&gt;Naypyidaw is the capital of Burma. Vientiane is the capital of Laos. Bangkok, Thailand. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Malina, Philippines. Jakarta, Indonesia. Know your neighbours! heh. Sorry that's random. I get why carrie‘s so excited about all these things. It makes me happy. To know something, although we might not use it often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-415073451546436067?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/415073451546436067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=415073451546436067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/415073451546436067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/415073451546436067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#415073451546436067' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3936365715148855357</id><published>2009-12-25T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:50:11.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read this! Haha read this on my china friend's blog, tells you what Copenhagen is about in 2 minutes!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 如果一百多人在漏水的船上讨价还价谁该往外多舀水，那是明摆着的蠢，事实上没人会这么干，连船上那最自私最无耻的人，也会拿出最大公无私的精神拼命舀水的。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　但是事情如果再复杂一点，就会有新鲜的现象了。如果船上的人算计一下，在这条船沉没前，他们有足够的时间安全抵达港口，危险属于下一船乘客时，有很多人就会停下来安静地欣赏海景了。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　 哪怕这条船在抵达港口前的确会沉没一部分，比如灌满一个叫“马尔代夫”的船舱，其他舱室的人，基本上都会无动于衷。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　 　 更复杂的是，如果这艘船超重，需要乘客们把身上的金银细软抛下船的话，扯蛋就来了。穷人们说，富人钱多经得起糟蹋你先扔，至少得再扔40%；富人则说穷鬼 你那堆破烂儿又沉又不值钱你先扔；穷人说我扔也可以但你富人得拿出年收入的0.5%-1%，即3000块补偿给我，还得教会我发财致富的秘诀，富人说你丫 做白日梦吧老子已经一年白给你100块了，多了别想，你救的不是我是你自己。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　 穷人说老子才刚坐这船没两天，你狗日富人坐好几年了，生生把新船坐成了破船，现在多出点血是天经地义的；富人说以前天杀的知道这船是会坐破的，再说如果不 是我们富人天天捣鼓这船，你这帮农民今天还在刨地球，能懂航海术、看西洋景？今天这船要沉了也是我们发现的，要不你们这帮賤人淹死了都不知道咋回事。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　 　 蛋还没扯完，眼见船越来越漏的厉害。于是船客们聚到“日本房间”，穷人们靠着人多强行通过了一份《京都协议书》，要求富人赶紧扔东西，穷人却可以不扔。最 富的富人米利坚说，这是明显的仇富嘛，天下哪有这道理，俺不玩了。穷人说你B一家最重，负担就占了全船的近1/5，你不扔谁扔？米利坚说我的东西是最重， 但也最值钱。俺以全船1/4的值钱物件才占了1/5的重量，凭啥我扔？你们看看那叫拆哪的穷鬼，以不到3%的价值也占了近1/5的负担，为啥不让他多扔？&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　 　 黑眼睛黑头发黄皮肤的拆哪一听急了：穷兄弟们别听他的，俺们可都是穷苦人家出身，你们要是把我推出来，以后你们中有人小偷小摸耍流氓谁罩着啊？好歹这船是 大家的，你米利坚就是东西最多最重，这船也属你坐的时间最长次数最多，看我干啥？凭啥？你凭啥？这最怕船沉的不是咱穷棒子是富人，他们经不起大规模人员伤 亡。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　 为了尽快把蛋扯完，船客们最近又在一间叫“丹麦”的房间开了一个会。据最新消息，把蛋扯完的机会已经很渺茫。最重大的成果将是形成一份《哥本哈根共识》，这份有所有船客签名的共识说：“我们都发现并且承认，这船在漏水，而且是会沉的。”&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　 这份共识发表后，船客们纷纷接到恭喜电话，表扬他们表现出了高超的政治智慧，并且坚定地捍卫了国家利益。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3936365715148855357?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3936365715148855357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3936365715148855357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3936365715148855357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3936365715148855357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3936365715148855357' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-938873359166712833</id><published>2009-12-04T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:26:12.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh back with photos of the hostel! Eh pictures are uploading real slow. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQte8IuXI/AAAAAAAAARo/j5HSDcWTBLY/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQte8IuXI/AAAAAAAAARo/j5HSDcWTBLY/s320/DSC00987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411234063359457650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression was prison, then haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQr6lzdEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UIsjCT2EeY4/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQr6lzdEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UIsjCT2EeY4/s320/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411234036422243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room, which is a little messy because we were packing. Mine is the further lower bunk and last table! Next to the balcony door hahah! I love windows and doors! Anyway the door is not safe because it can't lock, I mean it can, but you can open from the outside as well ._. So it's a little pointless by security means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQsSVxvdI/AAAAAAAAARY/EVMmFAWpMg4/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQsSVxvdI/AAAAAAAAARY/EVMmFAWpMg4/s320/DSC00985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411234042797473234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh see the blue basin? Our multi purpose ones. Rie's benefactor haha! And our washing basin where clothes are tossed and stirred around HAHA. Unmentionables remind me of an inside joke ;D Where's our green basin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiTAgrdLhI/AAAAAAAAASI/H-_B-xI2M3Y/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiTAgrdLhI/AAAAAAAAASI/H-_B-xI2M3Y/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411236589267136018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the metal box/tank? It's our water cooler, er actually it only gives warm or hot water. And it tastes funny. Having a water cooler in the toilet is not fun ._. The line of people are brushing their teeth/washing their face/washing their clothes haha. So it's a share toilet, with taps running along a long drain, uh sink I mean. See the black stuff with sticks haha they are shared mops! They have to mop the entire level's floor periodically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQs26tzrI/AAAAAAAAARg/Y3hdfsBuaUg/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQs26tzrI/AAAAAAAAARg/Y3hdfsBuaUg/s320/DSC00995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411234052616081074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh highlight of the trip! Toilet! haha really shocked at first sight, but got used to it eventually, I guess. See the bin? It's only emptied once a day, so it overflows. And EVERY piece of used paper goes there. Yeeks. Did I mention the doors can't be locked? You have to literally pull it when you do whatever you do in the cubicle. Sometimes people let go and blur people just pull it open. TADA. Haha we learnt how to make sure you don't do that. It's super embarrassing. You can see the doors don't cover the legs so you can see slippers if someone's in there. YAY no more embarrassing moments haha! There was once I went to a public toilet in suzhou/hangzhou and the door was only half closed so I opened and found someone staring at me, she didn't even close it back after I apologised and turned away. Haha many had similar experiences. Grace the winner had it more than once, no? hahah. I forgot to tell you guys haha. There's only one central  flush. And it's so so so loud it roars and scared us like hell. Even when you're in the room with the doors closed you still hear the distant roar. LOL so in the middle of the night, you were dreaming abou visiting a zoo, and ROAR sends you screaming awake hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiS-2gsqBI/AAAAAAAAARw/9yGbXUxtTDM/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiS-2gsqBI/AAAAAAAAARw/9yGbXUxtTDM/s320/DSC00996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411236560767854610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting, but tells stories haha. Shan't mention who, but someone was changing in the toilet, and her slippers dropped in HERE. Was clean and everything, but you see there's always some water(clean or not, not sure) flowing. She had to use a hanger to hook it up and nobody dared to touch it haha. Oh there's once I went to the toilet in the middle of the night, with some unknown person in the cubicle in front. She came out, and the most horrible thing happened! D: she flushed!!!!! Oh my. Haha you see everything if you look down. Nah shan't say anything anymore, in case somebody pukes in front of his/her computer. Yuck. Maybe that's going to happen on me. Wonder how I survived, somehow we got immuned to it after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiTAHacceI/AAAAAAAAASA/g4LPhFXLdpA/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiTAHacceI/AAAAAAAAASA/g4LPhFXLdpA/s320/DSC01000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411236582484898274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing cubicles, 4 in each toilet, 8 on a floor. I DON'T KNOW WHY there's a chair. But some of the local students put their clothes there. And on the metal bars, hahah you can imagine what happens next lah. Huh. Suddenly everyone became interested with the ceiling. You can see on closer view, there's a pair of abandoned socks, and a towel on the metal bar. Very disgusting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiS_g095uI/AAAAAAAAAR4/r3GaVVHuc9s/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiS_g095uI/AAAAAAAAAR4/r3GaVVHuc9s/s320/DSC00997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411236572127160034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one cubicle. The weird thing in the middle is a card reader, have to pop your card in before water gush out. So, be smart haha. It's a shower-head, can't change temperature. So everyone screams when water hits you haha. It's very very hot, and water smashes on your head. Quoting msGao: 怎么洗澡好像让人一直砸头呀？Oh best thing is that there are no hooks for clothes, have to bring hangers and force them on the door. There's the metal thing for us to put soap, as you can see, but sometimes there's unknown pieces of soap. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this water supply, it cuts off after 630pm, they have study time at 630. So whatever left in the water tank remains, and will be so until 4pm the next day. Hahah, so hot water cools, and if people bathe water becomes lesser. Guess realisation came as a shock. With more shrieks ;D There was once, 45 of us came back late, around 8, and we had to bathe. Heh so I was the first batch to go in, fortunately. Water was cold, but there's water. The second batch went in, and happily shampoo-ed themselves, and realised the tank ran out of water. So here's where shrieks come in. And our basins came into use, fetched icy water for them to wash off shampoo. And more shrieks came along. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the toilet gave us much fun XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post pictures of our Singapore classroom, china friends next time. When I feel like it. Blogger's slow with uploading pictures. But fb's slower. So....bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-938873359166712833?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/938873359166712833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=938873359166712833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/938873359166712833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/938873359166712833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#938873359166712833' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxiQte8IuXI/AAAAAAAAARo/j5HSDcWTBLY/s72-c/DSC00987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8670937028379305288</id><published>2009-12-02T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:35:55.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha yalah yalah, junqi I am posting now!Haha gzm be patient!&lt;br /&gt;First week of the trip was spent in 东方绿舟, because it was 黄金周, and fudan hostel is closed. So we did team-building, which resulted in a almost- broken arm. And tada! I claim ownership to the poor arm ._.On the...2nd / 3rd day. LEFT arm, not surprised though. Anyway, we ran around the whole place, and climbed on almost everything we are allowed to. We lived in heaven, uh no, but resorts that are really nice. Visited a couple places. Didn't take many photos. And I have to sieve through and choose a few, because... well I don't want to spend forever waiting for them to be uploaded. We went to their international security education centre, smth like that. It's a huge ship, and a submarine beside it. Heh! We climbed, yes climbed into the submarine too (: Maybe pictures of it next time.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;It's taking forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5RcR_sZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X9n5ovBwnLI/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5RcR_sZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X9n5ovBwnLI/s320/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410574974144459154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic chess set in the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5Q_lS5aI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pnYg385Vn1o/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5Q_lS5aI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pnYg385Vn1o/s320/DSC00738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410574966440781218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the French house or the Italian house??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5QXBGpCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0-YbCp9LWMY/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5QXBGpCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0-YbCp9LWMY/s320/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410574955551564834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My building, Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5P4x4q4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/bhri9Dmqr8Q/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5P4x4q4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/bhri9Dmqr8Q/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410574947434670978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week was moving in to fudan! High School Affiliated to Fudan University! :D&lt;br /&gt;Following pictures will show HSAFU, and outer view of the boarding school. They are opposite each other (: Btw our 'Singapore classroom' is in the boarding school international block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-jv4CDnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mQNsrvTleNk/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-jv4CDnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mQNsrvTleNk/s320/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410580786200055410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International elementary school block. They gave us 3 rooms. Third floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-lJXLjHI/AAAAAAAAARI/y6q4-ln4zho/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-lJXLjHI/AAAAAAAAARI/y6q4-ln4zho/s320/DSC01015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410580810221456498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, big enough to put 路牌。haha the building on the right is 小卖铺！Our favourite place. They have their bandroom there as well. Oh right I forgot to say their band...has less than 20 people. And everyone has their own instruments, besides percussion. And all of them are super pro, but I guess they lack practises together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-jE6jutI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gealn97DNGQ/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-jE6jutI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gealn97DNGQ/s320/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410580774667926226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road to Holland! Haha random nice spots in the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-j9qiYyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Mq0Vf4Rk_MM/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-j9qiYyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Mq0Vf4Rk_MM/s320/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410580789901550370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the guard post, opposite building is HSAFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-kifkkQI/AAAAAAAAARA/f4n_5TBYyBc/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY-kifkkQI/AAAAAAAAARA/f4n_5TBYyBc/s320/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410580799787667714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice school. That's a pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start another post. The photos are a problem. Shall post photos with buddies maybe and the hostel! Oh and our 'Singapore classroom'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8670937028379305288?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8670937028379305288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8670937028379305288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8670937028379305288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8670937028379305288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8670937028379305288' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/SxY5RcR_sZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X9n5ovBwnLI/s72-c/DSC00741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6602999389608953923</id><published>2009-08-26T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:25:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly have a very very strong urge to post here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha you know my pencil smells like my clarinet now, because it was in the case for ......infinitely long. So it has the case smell. Then when I was writing using that pen, I was thinking "why do I smell my case?!" haha and I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I got into the shanghai 6 weeks programme! Kind of happy and feeling previleged. I would have been very very happy if it doesn't mean I have to miss FOA. And abandoning our section when they need me the most, right after passing down... Oh well. D: Parts problem haiizz. Trombones' not much better. So yeah, quite screwed. Ohh it's 1724. I shall go back! haha GEL later, need to work I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops I am still here, so bye! feeling high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6602999389608953923?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6602999389608953923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6602999389608953923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6602999389608953923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6602999389608953923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6602999389608953923' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3982616680001142666</id><published>2009-08-22T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:57:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just bathed. And I can’t sleep, so I shall blog! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today’s hectic. First national anthem, didn’t want to eat breakfast, so I ended up going to school at 6.35. Talked to people a little and everyone got excited with pau’s present haha. A super amusing trumpet toy! Lala said our band sounds really weird (not in the good sense) down in the quadrangle. So yeah. I believe she will think of ways to improve that. After that PCCG we changed seats, went to the back, thankfully carrie came with me. I was doing my work decently, my computer *yellow feather just flew past in front of me* screen was facing the teacher. Chinese was more relaxing, with all SIA presentations. But then laoshi was too nice it irritates me. I was desperately trying to collect all Chinese homework, then she told the class that if they cannot finish they can hand in on Monday ._. Physics was super messy, because we were doing written task before that, and all the strings were on the table haha. And I sort of forgot to do the worksheets, luckily it’s easy- lenses. Oh she taught *supposedly* new topic on waves! haha most interesting worksheet ever, trying to draw all the particle movements :D then was Chem SPA! I felt so professional hahah! And surprisingly I used little P &amp; Q and did 4 titrations with mostly accurate results and still had time to stone! Wooh! But that was because I got a nice clip. LA was sad, got back results, well my standard, so can’t complain. I thought I messed Q2 up, because I didn’t have time, but I realized my Q1 points all overlap. So it’s quite sad, I didn’t really have time to elaborate my points in Q2. Didn’t fail, but compared to other results it just sucked. And IH too. Okay I admit for my standard, it’s average as well. So yes, blocks this time round is quite okay. After that went up to band room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the elections! I felt so nervous for them. All of them were confident, and yes I think they deserve the post they have now. Even those who didn’t get into comm. I think they can be good leaders as well. I am not 100% sure about the posts (failing memory) but Rachel Mianjun, Jingyi Huizhen Celine and Pau’s in committee. SLs. Quite lazy to write all out. But I shall write down, so that I won’t forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutes: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Clarinets: Sherlyn, Beishi&lt;br /&gt;Saxes: Wanyu&lt;br /&gt;Bassoon: Fangyi&lt;br /&gt;Oboe: Liwei&lt;br /&gt;Horns: Wenting&lt;br /&gt;Euphos: Celine&lt;br /&gt;Tubas: Alicia&lt;br /&gt;Trumpets: Pauline &lt;br /&gt;Trombones: Rie, who now has the excuse to have physical contact with her section mate.&lt;br /&gt;Perc: Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Double Bass: MJ (not the one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing down was quite emotional, I was trying to control, then when I turned around I see everyone crying, it feels like the other part of myself is crying. So I lost control. Tabby said I was slow, I am not! haha. The puzzle was sweet, with the cheep cheep not! it’s a quack. I love ducks too! Just that they don’t cheep. Only thing was the furry yellow thing. Haha forced to wear it around the neck with Sherlyn, and the furs are coming off, and flying around, and making me sneeze. Hmm but it’s still cute. I shall keep it and let sherlyn keep that later on. See how she will sneeze :p Anyway after that we had section circle, and the presents session. Haha it’s so funny, tabby’s teeth became blue after eating the icing. And I am so glad they loved our sewing! Our efforts paid off :D Haha feel so accomplished. And motherly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, sincerely thanking my guardian/tutor/secondmummy for signing my permission even though it’s so late, I get to go for section dinner! At first we wanted curry wok but it became macs.  Oohh it’s 2330, I want to go online! D: Never mind I shall go tomorrow. Yes macs, then everyone ate and stoned and evil juniors took videos of us when we were so unglamorous. Eating, puffy eyes, messy hair, oily face. LOL. Nothing’s worse. Besides the obs ones of course. Haha but it was fun! Tabby was so tired she looked like she’s going to fall asleep while eating. Left around 9pm. Sat around, called my mum, talked to my roomie, bathed and here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I ranted again! So luosuo. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I fit the position. I will try my best to do it anyway. With help from Sherlyn, should be okay. Haha let’s continue to make our section the model section! Woo. I feel quite bad. I get the feeling that sec 2s are not as close to us as we were to our seniors. I guess it’s some what our fault. Hope we can make them feel more towards our section. SL no. 2, I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s thrilling, exciting and stressful to be the leading batch, and I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I look forward to it, I dread the senior batch passing down. No more guiding, no more comfort zones. But every ending is a new beginning; everyone, seniors, us, juniors will all have a new experience. I think it is very important to move on, to look forward to the future, and work together to make it a better one, because it’s the only way to thank our seniors, for what they had taught us. When we keep thinking about sad moments in our lives, it only causes us to miss out more good moments of our lives. The three years we spent together will never be forgotten; moments when we share our joy and happiness, moments we feel together as a whole. We will cherish them, and store them deep in our hearts. Once from NYCB, forever from NYCB. They will forever be part of us, part of our lives, someone that had affected our lives, someone who helped to shape who we are today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if we believe in ourselves, and try hard enough; surely, we can achieve our goals. Life’s a cycle, sadness, happiness, will all come and go. All we can do is to live our lives to the fullest, and pass down our traditional passion for nycb to the next generation, and let the passion live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYCB &lt;3 the passion lives on…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3982616680001142666?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3982616680001142666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3982616680001142666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3982616680001142666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3982616680001142666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3982616680001142666' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-73504953585331148</id><published>2009-07-21T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:59:50.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo. Band finally resumed today. The moment I stepped into the band room, them moment we played the first tuning note, all the feelings just came back. It didn't feel like we didn't play together for more than 5 weeks, it felt as if we were born together, it just feels so nice to be back with the band. It's refreshing, it's heartwarming to see all your friends, friends that went through so many things with me, friends that spent so much time together, with me. And the power of music, is just so great. Even simple things like a scale, I can hear enthusiasm. Though there's one thing. Okay I realle need more practice, I wasn't even able to play one long-note-scale properly. Seriously my mouth was leaking ._. But generally it just feels good to play as a band again. It's good that I survived PE! It's quite amusing. To do the agility training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Motivation of the day: BAND AFTER SCHOOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even made Physics bearable. Although I did close my eyes for a few seconds( and wake up finding mrs. Wong glaring at me) I fell asleep when I was trying to draw the dotted lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why some people just have to suffer so much more compared to people of their age? When lost her when she needed her the most, I wonder how she moved on. Or did she just cover up her real feelings. If I didn't see the url, I am still oblivious to what she's gone through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I feel guilty, for complaining so much about such insignificant things, and forgetting how others had to swallow heartbreaking, irreversible facts. Even friends around us, as we took for granted that everyone's as lucky as we are. You will never know what she's gone through, if she didn't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help her, I guess she doesn't want to show her emotions. All I can do is to sincerely hope that she can live happily, and keep her memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost feel the pain, it's so near. Yet so far. I really don't want to think about it, how will I react if that happens to me? I really don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate what I have now, although my family's not with me, I know they will be there for me, no matter what. I am so glad I have them. Thank god, for blessing me with a complete, healthy family. Really, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't really have a religion. I am open to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go back to my room, for temperature taking. Hope he/she haven't arrived yet. Btw, xiaonan's quarantined, for some reason. Hope she'll stay healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-73504953585331148?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/73504953585331148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=73504953585331148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/73504953585331148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/73504953585331148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#73504953585331148' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3214646242286483709</id><published>2009-07-11T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:04:37.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on a very serious incident</title><content type='html'>I just went to the music room just now, and when I went to the office to return the keys I encountered something very serious that require me to reflect on my own behavior, which is what I am doing now. I am not going to reveal her name, because this is an individual reflection, and there’s nothing to do with the person concerned, it’s all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone was working in the office, and after I signed in on the music room book, I politely said ‘excuse me’ with a smile, to get a staff’s attention so that I can return the keys. Well yes I got a staff’s attention, and so I continued “Can I exchange the music room key for my keys?” The boarding school system is this; we have to give them our room keys to change for the music room keys or facilities, so I was trying to get my room keys back. Anyway, so the staff took a look at me, and maybe I am just too ugly, because apparently she thinks “Excuse me” is not nice enough and she said “Good afternoon, not excuse me. Yes?” I immediately realized my mistake, my mistake, and said ‘Sorry, good afternoon. May I have my keys back?’ And indeed I had my keys back and here I am, trying to figure out what is wrong the word “Excuse me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very disturbed by what the staff said to me, to the extent that I went to look up the dictionary, the big fat one to ensure accuracy, for the term “Excuse me”. The phrase can be found in the 7th edition of Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary (International student’s edition), first column of page 508. It explains:&lt;br /&gt;IDM ex’cuse me&lt;br /&gt;1. used to politely get somebody’s attention, especially somebody you do not know: (example)&lt;br /&gt;2. used to politely ask somebody to move so that you can get past them: (example)&lt;br /&gt;3. used to say that you are sorry for interrupting somebody or behaving in a slightly rude way: (example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prevent myself from being sued by the dictionary company, I only extracted this part of it, and honest to God, nothing under ‘excuse me’ conflicts with the above three explanations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I reflect on what I did, the reason for the word choice. I chose this phrase because I wanted to (1) get her attention politely. (2) Apologize for interrupting her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I was unable to understand why, I learnt that I must not say “excuse me” when I want to (1) and (2) as stated in the paragraph above. I also learnt from this incident that, “Good afternoon” can also serve the purpose of (1) and (2). Ironically the definition of "Good afternoon" in the dictionary did not mention anything about apologizing for interrupting, nor did it mention anything about grabbing attention. The only use for the phrase is 'to say hello politely when you first see each other in the afternoon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being sarcastic, I just reflected and thought hard about it. And it’s a horrifying realization! I couldn’t understand what I did wrong. Had I been confused and lost the ability to tell right from wrong? Can anyone enlighten me? I would appreciate your help. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Reflective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3214646242286483709?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3214646242286483709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3214646242286483709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3214646242286483709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3214646242286483709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3214646242286483709' title='Reflecting on a very serious incident'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3873757772306166757</id><published>2009-06-16T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:10:32.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh so long never post already, haha yeeshin motivated me to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's third week of holidays already, doing bio SIA now. Everything about coronary bypass angioplasty and stem cell tech. Cheemology uh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, sabbaticals was fun. Stained glass was cool, we got to cut glass! We score the glass and break it with our hands. Like, PIACK! then the glass broke nicely. Can cut curves also, just a little more troublesome. I did a tree! Soldering was cool too, I got to use a new soldering iron hah. Only grinding was horrible. The first time I put too little water so the glass bits wasn't washed down by the sponge, and everything flew towards me. So you can imagine what was I thinking then. Didn't even dare to sweep them off. Haha went to wash them away in the basin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy was. Wow. Talked about things we don't normally talk about. Like what is truth. One thing happens, but there are many different perspectives, as of how do you see and analyse the event. So which perspective do you regard as truth? This kind of thing. And why do we do good things? Are we all selfish? Does God exist? What do I believe in? Do we do things because of the consequences or because it's our duty? And some ethical issues, about death sentence, discrimination ect ect. Heh. Sounds quite abstract and cheeem, but seriously it's not, if you really think hard. And lots of movies to watch. We watched part of batman. The detonater part. Learnt how to think properly, and importance of reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing that bugged me since the module. We talked about hiring someone who was a prostitute as a PR manager for a company. And I was disturbed by the way the address a prostitute. Everyone, regarded the job as a-wrong-thing-to-do, or a disgrace, where people who's in this profession are victims of circumstance. That in this case, she improved from her 'mistakes'. Well, I mean, it is one's opinion, whether your body is something that cannot be made used of, or compromised. It might be your religion, your values, that you cannot tolerate prostitution. But to some people, virtue is not a dominating factor. Just like a scenario, if your father commited a crime, would you be truthful and send your father to jail or tell a lie to protect your father? In this case, it's the weighing between importance of honesty and filial piety. There is no rights or wrongs, because it's the order of priority. Same for this case, to us, it might be virtue over, for example money, but it might be the other way round for others that do not share same values as us. So who are we to say that prostitution is wrong? It all again, depend on how we view this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3873757772306166757?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3873757772306166757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3873757772306166757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3873757772306166757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3873757772306166757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3873757772306166757' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3687642465467008480</id><published>2009-04-17T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:38:58.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I am back, once again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not important, although we all know that our standard was not officially recognised, although we learnt that they were inconsistent, we also learn that we have other chances to prove ourselves, to show everyone our true standard. We also learn that we have concerts, festival of arts, to come. We are so going to show our best, aren't we? :) So why dwell on something silly like, oh not fairrrr. I am proud to say that, we have moved on! :) And it's heart warming to see other people, who were just as professional as them, appreciating our work and music and emotions. :D Well done nycb ((((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there's no band today. No band on Fridays until blocks are over. Oh well, I guess it's for our own good. I shall be a good girl and study hard and not let nycb down. nycb sacrificed 3 (4?) pracs for us to study okay. Wait, is the internet disconnected? Hmm okay it is. Fine I shall post this next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today was hilarious. I was stoning during chinese when lilaoshi was talking about cao2cao1's poem. And I can't believe I wrote something so retarded haha I actually wrote 文言文 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;问吾何为愁？ 吾答： ”愁乃无形也，无解也。奈我何！“ 愁，乃人皆有。既有，又无奈何，不如乐观以对。俗曰：借酒浇愁。 酒乃欢庆之饮，饮为欢，勿为愁而饮。又俗曰：借酒浇愁，愁更愁也！酒醉，欢乐乃短暂矣。酒醒，又何？！愁仍在！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! See? and I drew a panda beside it. I think I wrote that cos the poem was about drinking and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was SMBO! Woo so many people. And invigilating was cool and fun. Although we were quite messy at first. And I went up and down for so many times today. Went second level (audi) to help to seat the students, then ran down to get testpapers, then run up to distribute, and walked around to make sure they didn't do anything they are not supposed to do during the test. It's quite cool to be the in charge. Because I get to walk upstairs and downstairs. Hahah. Then I had a lot of fun collecting OTAS. Very cool. I had to seperate all 188 papers and group according to schools. Quite confusing, but very very fun. Other people cannot help at all because only you yourself know what is what. LOL. Then I took the answer sheets up to the staff lounge. Saw yeeshin there haha. Helped her to sort out the schools again. And people can be so ganchiong and write their school name wrongly. I saw someone that missed out a 'g' haha. Then we went down to eat haha. Quite a scary sight, food on the floor, drinks and cups on the stairs and everywhere. But the students were gone already, for the promotion talk. Anyway was eating, then mslim told me to go up to help mr teo again. haha. Sound retarded, but it's really a tedious job. I wonder if people used 8B pencils or black crayons though. The papers were super scary. Can't say much haha but I am so proud of juniors :) Really feel old, I don't know any names on the list. HAHA when I was p6 they were like, p3. Little kids haha. Anyways we helped out until 5+ and went back to bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did I do my job well today? :) Hope so. haha. Feel super enthu about smbo now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3687642465467008480?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3687642465467008480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3687642465467008480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3687642465467008480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3687642465467008480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3687642465467008480' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-653696958989204096</id><published>2009-04-04T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:06:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, like I promised, I am back to tell you the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got silver. Yes. We were speechless, disappointed, sad. But most importantly, we are proud of ourselves. Very very proud of ourselves. Because we did our best, and it was the best shot we had ever played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we reached there quite early and waited for a while. Went into the tuning room later. Then it was our turn already. We walked in, confidently, with our heads up, smiling at the audience. We started of with an impressive first note of overture no.2. And, I think we sounded good, awesome. And hymn was just. WOW. I was trying very very hard not to cry by the time we reached 156 crescendo. It was the essence of our hard work. I think those in performing arts will understand. The climax, and everything. That is really nice, the note. My heart really swelled, and I feel really really free. Like I am flying in the infinite sky. I tried not to cry because I want the music to go on even after we end it. And we moved on, the last note was so majestic. It bounced back to us. The piece is just...非墨笔可形容. Hymn to the Infinite Sky. The sky we always have. The sky that will still be there even when the music ends. We ended, we stood up majestically, and walked out of the hall, proudly. I saw mrs teo's face, she was crying. I saw people whom I don't know, tearing. I think, that's music. It just melts our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were overwhelmed by ourselves and started crying by the time we were outside, it was happy tears. Everyone was so touched, everyone felt the infinity, the beauty of music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When results came out, we were shocked, once again. We fell. We broke down. We went out, hugged each other, told everyone that it's okay. But in our hearts, we are still affected by the results. We had a band hug, real huge one. To share the moment, as a band. To wait for things to calm down. We cried, we felt sad. But we know we deserve much more than what they can give us. We, are still proud to be a member of Nanyang Concert Band. Our spirit will never go away. We fall, we stand up once again. We cry, but we cheer each other up. We break down, but we embrace each other, so that everyone stays together. We let ourselves be sad, but we pick ourselves up, we help each other. And walk out of SCH with pride, with our heads up, smiling. Because we are proud of what we did, and accepted what we got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have learnt in OBS: What matters is not what we got, but what we gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we actually learnt much, in the process of preparing for syf, performing on stage, accepting the results. We learnt to feel as a band, play as a band, bond as a band. We grew together. We shed happy, and sad tears together. We hug each other. We smile, encourage each other. We learnt to control ourselves, because we knew we have to move on. We learnt how to present ourselves. We learnt the point of music, we gave our best, for the audience, for the judges, for ms chong, for ourselves. And, not for the award. I am quite surprised that I never thought of playing hymn because of the award, but the motivation comes from wanting to share the music, wanting to let everyone feel and enjoy the music. We learnt to accept. Although we don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually we are ready to tell the whole world, we got silver for SYF, but we tried our best, and we know how much we are worth of. And we will cheer on Tuesday's morning assembly, when Kayyun and Tabby announces our results. Because we are very proud of ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are ready to work towards a new goal. Festival of Arts, and our Appassionata concert. Go nycb, the passion lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hereby confess that, I love nycb to the extent that only hymn can describe my love for it. Which is indescribable. And, I love you Ms Chong! The whole band loves you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to those who encouraged me, encouraged the band; those that wished us luck. Those that cared to call or text me to cheer me up. Really lots of thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I am very very proud of band, of ms chong! &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-653696958989204096?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/653696958989204096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=653696958989204096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/653696958989204096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/653696958989204096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#653696958989204096' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6731865211654587985</id><published>2009-03-29T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:37:57.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Earth Hour thing. Helped to set up to speakers and projectors and stuff, was super fun. But I didn't watch the movie haha I went for star gazing. Which I didn't really look at the stars through the telescope, but lie down on the basketball court and looked at the sky. The floor was real warm and comfortable. And me and jessie lay down side by side and hummed hymn&lt;3 and looked at random stars, and felt like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which reminds me. A few days ago I listened to hymn and look out my window. I saw the evening sky, and hymn really describe the sky. I felt like I moved higher and higher by every cresendo. And got back the feeling I had during limelight. All the goosebumps. And feel like crying because I was so touched by the infinity. Like you heart suddenly increase in size, and your lungs expand like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what I am trying to say is just Hymn really made me know how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in nycb, we just have to believe. And aim for platinum! When we reach for the stars, we will still fall in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend. I will be back. Without regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS FOCUS! C.H.O.N.G CHONG AH! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6731865211654587985?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6731865211654587985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6731865211654587985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6731865211654587985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6731865211654587985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6731865211654587985' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3395789243957338305</id><published>2009-03-14T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:21:46.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought she was the one that was cheering the loudest.&lt;br /&gt;I think the point is how much do we feel for our band,&lt;br /&gt;how we are always touched when we played together&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why some can love the band so much yet&lt;br /&gt;not willing to spend some time practising.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I felt a little relieved when friday prac was cancelled &lt;br /&gt;because I can have more time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;But is that all？ &lt;br /&gt;I felt more worried. Can we still make it. &lt;br /&gt;What the band has lost is a full day practice, &lt;br /&gt;out of 8. Thinking back,&lt;br /&gt;band isn't just fun. &lt;br /&gt;We need to give to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;Is it fair if we only have fun&lt;br /&gt;and not work? &lt;br /&gt;Is it fair to those, or most, &lt;br /&gt;I would say, who worked so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will matter is not what we got, but what we gave.&lt;br /&gt;If the whole band worked hard and focused,&lt;br /&gt;I won't feel sad even if we didn't get gold with honours.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know we tried our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself. And we can do it.&lt;br /&gt;If we choose to go on, we will find the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3395789243957338305?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3395789243957338305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3395789243957338305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3395789243957338305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3395789243957338305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3395789243957338305' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8032581628853401508</id><published>2009-03-07T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:02:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>Hello. Long time no see. But I spent much time in see (sea). Well the past week has been OBS. And OBS, oh well, only OBS. But.......HAHAHA it's super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 6am on the first day then get ready to go down. Went to find xinyung and realised she has a big fat bag too [; Anyway, we went to school and stoned until 710am and got up a bus and byee nanyang. FYI, I bet some people are still sleeping in the boarding school. I am in watch 7, with 15 other people. XY, joy, qiuluan, hannah, stephanie, carrie, cherie, pig, peizhen, yuehan, claire, jingting, yining, deborah and yijing. We stopped at the reception centre and waited in watches. We were the first to reach but last to leave. We practically stoned there for very long. Our instructor came really late we thought no body's taking us to pulau ubin. Anyway we got Bernard(toh)! as an instructor, and our watch is called " Marshall" :) so cool right. Anyway Bernard look very dao at first, like ._. but later he just proved me wrong. You know he kept calling us weird names, he called Carrie Jessica, Cherie Carrie, Xinyung Yihong, yuehan yuhan, steph vanessa or smth. Lucky he can remember part of my name haha so he calls me beibei. Sometimes he thinks I am jingting ._. He finally remembered most of our names on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;br /&gt;We reached camp 1 which is very very nice, and big. Very big. I think we went for some opening ceremony. At that time it felt like some ceremony to celebrate our definite death in 5 days time. But anyway, everyone survived and came back in one piece. Oh, no. Before that Bernard and watch sat together to talk about people's allergies and stuff. Settled the jobs and collected valuables. Then we walked around in the camp (Bernard said it's small) oh well. Apparently I still can't remember where is the medical centre. But I know where is orchard road and lucky plaza and mph. Sounds weird. And I found that instructors have an amusing way of calling each other, they sound like the morning birds. x10 times louder. Later on we got our happy meal and group food. A LOT A LOT. I still have a big pack now. Then we had our first lunch then went to do stores. We took the bottles to wash and filled them up. It's quite disgusting at first because all the caps have black things in it. Everyone just adapted to it hmm. At least I did. Then we went to do belaying. It feels funny to wear the harness and the hat stinks really bad. Overall is fun and hot. Later we went up to the cook house for fresh dinner! Had a fun time taking the plates out and putting back into the box. Proper planning is the word haha. I think we went back to pack bags and pitch tents. I guess obs really did us good, at least people not so icky anymore. The first day people are like "eeww"-ing all the way (haha including me) when we walk in the mud and touch the mud when we pitched tents.&lt;br /&gt;And we spent our first night in the forest. It's very hot and I was sweating when I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am. Unpitched tents and washed up. We were supposed to meet Bernard at 630. But only have 4 person showed up on time, not really on time actually. I felt quite frustrated then, for being late. But later I thought I was partly responsible for this. We should have woke them up before we left.&lt;br /&gt;We did kayaking. We tested our life vests and did capsizing drills. Haha jingting and the pantie+dead fish. That's not the point. The first capsized I swam the wrong way and my legs were up haha instead of my head. It's quite scary yet funny. Bernard told me to relax then I stopped moving haha but my head still underneath then he suddenly told me to swim up. The second time was better, it was deeper in the sea and I swam the right side up. But I took very long to climb up the kayak haha quite sad. And I didn't stick my butt in first. I just climbed the only way I could think of. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kayaked the shorter way since the sea ex leaders said there's not enough time.So we kayaked for around 3 hours and reached camp 2. Bathed and cooked. Actually bernard did most of the cooking. Later we were supposed to meet him at the instructor's place at 930 but somehow we thought we were supposed to meet him at the 'cooking place'. So everyone waited and waited. Now I think back, I wonder why didn't I go to look for him? Yeah, so at 10pm me and joy went to the toilet and dropped by to see if he's there. And guess what, he's stoning there. We thought he forgot then he told us that we were supposed to meet him there. We were giving the :o face and fetched the rest of the watch. He inspected the pots and messtins and made us wash again. At first I thought he did that because he was angry, but then I realised the black things really come out if you rub it with sand. I think he's quit upset with us. Well, I think he's pretty upset with us for the first 2 days. We were quite un-enthu and quiet and sian and passive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Mandy's tent woke up first and woke everyone up. At that time every watch was still sleeping. We kept our tents and brushed teeth and gathered outside the instructors' place at 6.30 sharp. Haha we were the first watch there. Since we had nothing to do we formed 4 rows of four. Like foot drills. The other instructors were looking at us in a weird way. He came out 3 minutes after we arrived and looked amused. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh too sleepy to continue. Shall post tonight.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;haha oops I didn't post yesterday night, was watching tv. You know, there's so little time at home you want to spend all the time with your family. Had stomach ache yesterday D: After the dinner in bs. Anyway, continue from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had pt, all the lame games but very fun. Some weird greeting game,captain game, and the 5 basic exercise. Then they did some running. After that we had breakfast and talked about the night before. After that everyone learnt something and everyone became better! Wee. Then we did rock climbing. Had a bad time wearing the helmets again. Belaying was fun, and glad that hsiao fong enjoyed me belaying her haha. I guess my hands are a little stronger than others. Being the butt-supporter is very funny, the hands look like 如来神掌 haha. Then the climbing part was really scary. I almost didn't dare to climb up when I was at the bottom. Then bernard told me to believe in myself and if I want to do it I can. Then he promised to tell me a story later on. The encouragement really helped a lot and I just told myself. Just do it! I want to climb up there! And I just climbed. It wasn't easy. I slipped down countless times and I wanted to give up. But somehow I thought of the point of coming to OBS and my supportive friends and instructors below, I managed to climb through the thing. Alas, I reached the not-so-top top of the wall and looked down. I really feel very very happy and accomplished when I see them cheering for me. Although I did not manage to climb to the highest part, I exceeded my own expectations. Seriously, I only aimed to climb one or two steps up the wall, even the red line look to far away. Oh yes, then all the cartoon things happened. XY climbed up and started shouting that she wants to come down. You know why, her shoes were dropping out haha! then we were like ._." Then when she's coming down amanda told her that she can see her butt, then she lost focus and flew to the other wall. It's very scary when you see it, but apparently she's enjoying herself up there. Around lunch time we all completed the climbing and bernard told us the story. It's about the deaf tadpole being the only one that made up to the mountain because it can't hear the discouragements. I think everyone was awed when he told us the tadpole was deaf. After lunch was rafting. Our group didn't really have a leader so we were quite inefficient. We didn't finish the raft but the other munshi did. They did a great job and passed the kicking test and shaking test. But the knots they tied were not enough to hold down the barrels and raft broke apart. Everyone was quite sad, but people also learnt from mistakes [without failures we won't taste victory] Then we went back to our cooking place and it started raining. M&amp;M cooked dinner while waiting for bohseng and kurt to come back from rock climbing. Then we packed our things and waited for the rain to stop. After the rain stopped we let Berneard check all the tins and pots. Around 8+ the 4 watches walked to camp3. We walked in the forest and it was very scary because we didn't take out our torch and we can only see the bagpack immediately in front of you. So we hung on to the bag in front and walked. I slipped into some mud and my shoes were dirty, but there's no time to talk about these. Many people fell, hannah even sprained her ankle. But everyone had to continue walking and get out of the forest. The bag was super heavy btw. We didn't know how to pack and brought lots of rubbish. Oh! we saw wild boars! A few of them. We reached after 40 minutes of walk and my entire shirt was wet with sweat. We set tents in the dark and settled night duty after Bohseng and Kurt arrived. Our tent got the 130 to 2am slot. FYI, camp 3 has nothing but grass, rocks, trees, tents and us. Oh and the sea. We went into our tents to change out of the wet clothes and powder bathed ourselves. I think we took quite long because 5 minutes after you put the powder you sweat it away again. But it's quite fun haha. Then we slept and groaned when the rocks poked us on our heads and backs. Night duty was scary cos we heard loads of weird noises. We heard the mosques praying and some disco music. I partnered joy and when we walked towards the instructors' site we suddenly heard a disgusting croak. It's not even a frog croak but sounded like untuned radio. We were so shocked haha but the duty ended real fast and we went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and went to the grass to pee haha. We didn't want to do it on the beach so we went further. It feels really weird, but it's good experience. To have 3 friends holding a poncho and you peeing behind. Then we went back to un-pitch our tents and got ready for PT. But somehow people wasn't ready Bernard and us went to sit somewhere for breakfast. Then we were informed that hannah's going back first and not joining us for land ex, sadly. We took photos again then we had games with camp 1 bravo(the 4 watches). Haha people from 303 worth 50 cents each but we are only worth 5 cents. Then we played some math game to bond the two classes. And did dodo dance. Adding in the 'fishball!' behind. Haha we created meatball and sotongball, the instructors were laughing like mad. But in the end they had to do them once. Super funny ;) Then we set off for the land expedition. The process was very very tired and we walked very slow so we had to miss a few checkpoints. But we went to the highest point in pulau ubin, and it's very beautiful. Then we walked and walked and walked and my legs almost gave out. I got that feeling that I will just kneel down anytime, but I didn't. I just kept going although I walked slower and slower and became the last few in the watch. Oh, but Bernard kept us entertained by singing the very meaningful songs. The umbrella song was hilarious and they said he kept singing one part wrongly. The journey was so tough it was almost impossible for me to stay positive. It just somehow got numb and I just kept on walking. And the bagpacks suffocates me. I had to spray ventolin to get my breath back. I kept telling myself I can do it I can do it I can do it. I just forgot about it and walked. We walked back to camp 3 and rested for a while. We actually overtook bohseng/kurt I can't remember. Then when the arrived we were ready to go again. We walked to camp 2 in 30 minutes without breaks, then they stopped at the gate of camp 2. We didn't know that we were so near, then Bernard said, keep on walking and see. Haha then I heard joy shouting in joy. Anyway we were exhausted and rested there. We were very lucky. 1 minute after we put our bags down it started raining. The other 3 watches from camp 1 bravo were still stucked in the forest. So we just waited in camp 2 until the rain stopped and continued walking to camp 1. Later on Bernard said he's quite impressed that we walked so fast when we were walking back to camp 1. Although we were the last group to reach we were the only group that's dry. Not for long huh. After we put our bags down Bernard wants us to change into wet shoes and wear our lifevests. And here we go, jetty jump!! Bernard demonstrated once(perfect example of facing your fears) first. Carrie was the first to jump I was second. Actually no, I was just standing there then I just went. But I couldn't see where on earth is the board ending I had to squint and squint. Then I just repeated 'I.Can.Do.It.' And told myself "weee!" and jumped. The moment I hit the water was quite shocking. I just winced and then floated up. Hah! Then I became super fun. I swam aside then Bernard told me to wait for cherie to jump. In the end cherie can still swim but I just let her go up first. Then everyone went for second time!! And good for steph, she made it finally! Me and joy stayed in the water for quite long and lazed around. After that I didn't go for third round cos I didn't have anymore strength in my hands(need to climb up the slimy ladder) I just waited there. Later everyone went back to bathe. Long queue because munshi haven't bathe also. We met Bernard again for dinner and pitching tents. Half of us cooked dinner the other half went to pitch tents. We had all the weird dishes then we presented our dishes. 303 has the interesting dish called 'china'. It's vegetable soup. haha because it's 菜呢? haha. Anyway Marshall did a cheer. A little lame but quite inspiring, I think it's quite meaningful. After dinner we cleaned up and went back to wash up. We met him again at 1030 but it suddenly started raining. So we stayed in the mph. 5 person from our watch didn't bring sleeping bag so our dearest kind Bernard lent us his tent and bluetub(for those who brought sleepingbag as blanket). So nice of him right. Then we set up the tent and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea everyone wakes up so early. Our watch woke up quite late compared to the others. Actually Bernard came to wake us up haha. So we went to keep tents and brush teeth and stuff. Then we ate breakfast outside our dorm(we never stayed there) and dried the tents and packed the store rooms. Then we went around to look for missing items (since people conveniently took our camping sticks)But we managed to find everything back. Then we took our bags and went to orchard road when Bernard went to get our valuables. We got back our valuables and went shopping haha. After that we sat down and took our obs photo and commitment sheet, then talked about our own strengths and weaknesses. And went to do the trust jump. I did a super retarded thing, I forgot to say the cue to jump and just jumped like that. But thanks to the rest of them I survived. Then we went back and talked more. Like the highest and lowest point in OBS, and what have we learnt and threw the twine around. When everyone finished talking he cut the twine and said, everything is over, the leftover ones are our memories, and he cut the twine "that's my memory" and he cut all the twine. We kept the twine tight in our hands, tied it around us, whatever. I guess that's something we will keep for a long time. Then Bernard gave us the other people's certificate and wanted us to give it to them personally. When I received it from my friend and the hug, it really gave me the sense of accomplishment that, wow, I completed the entire course of OBS! And the horrible ending feeling, But like what Bernard said, everything will come to an end, no matter sad or happy. So I managed to stay positive. But I see amanda starting to give the i-am-going-to-cry look, I felt hollow. Just then, I think he sensed that, he told us to be strong. Then we went down to mph for the final debrief. Later on we did three cheers for Bernard and Marshall. I really shouted my heart out when we led the cheers. Then I started to tear quite a lot when amanda hugged me again. Sort of lost control. Later on 304 did the crazy game haha. I can't remember how it sounds like, but it reminds me that when there's sadness, there can be happiness too. So let's spread happiness and let everyone feel it! :D Ahh then we said byebye to the building and went onto the jetty. After leaving the place, the natural smell just poofed. But we were quite happy again and went back to the reception centre to wait for our bus. Bernard came also haha then we found a bottle cap on the floor haha then we gave it to him. Huh he laughed at me and said there's no use anymore haha so he refused to accept our farewell gift for him. Yeah then later we got a very gay pink bus and went back to school. And then it's all the hostel and soft bed again. Not really happy over there. Emo-ed a little ehh then lingran saw me with the ): face and patted me haha. Then I bathed and had dinner in the canteen. Saw mr chia and told him about OBS. He knows Bernard too, not very suprisingly. Stoned in xinyung's room for a while and realised that her roomie ngan had Bernard as her instructor too! And we found the blog that said stupid bernard haha. That's actually ngan's watchmate. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back my room to sleep. Jumped up in the morning at 630am thinking that I woke up late for PT. Then I realised I am lying on my bed. Slept again and woke up at 7. Stared at the OBS picture for a while and went to wash and and look for xinyung for breakfast. Turned out that she's still sleeping. So in the end we only had time to grab 2 pieces of bread before our lesson starts (8am) Lesson was more bearable than usual will our fresh heads from OBS, full with encouragement. Then I went home to malaysia! :D Brother's at home too. Went out for lunch and I was so sleepy I couldn't eat properly. Plus my stomach ache. Went home and blogged for a while and wanted to sleep but didn't. So I walked around the house and stuff. Still having stomach ache at night but ate more. I love IB more than IPA I realised. My mum threw away my bread from obs lol. Slept very early around 10+.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's today! Didn't do anything actually. Went to pluck two jambus from dad's tree but the birds pecked on it D:&lt; Went out for a while. And came back to blog until now. I spent so much time here man. I shall go already. &lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End from where you begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandas can fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8032581628853401508?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8032581628853401508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8032581628853401508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8032581628853401508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8032581628853401508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8032581628853401508' title='OBS'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-191491877514128372</id><published>2009-02-22T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:25:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can't believe people are able to react like that. And I am really glad that my parents are not like that. Until then, I never thought that she, someone I considered I knew, would do this to her child. Let's call her A. As you know, jb's not really that safe. A and her child(10 years old) went to someone's house. When they were leaving, her child was walking in front. Her child went onto the car and waited for her. Just then this robber came into the driver's seat and started searching for valuables. How would YOU feel if you were the child, I will be terrified, for sure. When the mother saw this, you really can't imagine how on earth did she manage to do that. She ran back to the house and locked the child out with the robber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to say. Either she thinks that to sacrifice one is better than sacrificing two, or she's just plain dumb. I mean, even if you don't know the child, your first reaction would be to grab the child away from the man. She must have a certain level of determination, to lock her child out when the child was crying and screaming for HER help. Oh, congratulations ma'am, you deserve the 'best mum' award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess she's not someone I would trust with my life. And I finally understand what it means by 人不可貌相，海水不可斗量、患难见真情、路遥知马力，日久见人心。佩服啊，佩服。 我甘败下风！还请多多指教。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-191491877514128372?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/191491877514128372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=191491877514128372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/191491877514128372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/191491877514128372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#191491877514128372' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2662879660417248691</id><published>2009-01-11T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:44:19.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I just posted my long post I wrote last time. Anyway school's still fine. Would be better if there were less homework. But I guess it's just. Like That. I still have bio AS1.1, Phy AS1.2,1.3, WAS1.1, read Frankenstein extract, math textbook questions, and ion formulas revision. So I really should stop writing here. Although they are not really due on Monday. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I still have to read a chinese book called, 'happy ants' by Thursday. Okay I shall go already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: who's janesy? weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan!&lt;3 I am so thankful ;D I need to bathe and unpack things! And I got a new dictionary! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time my life, and you won't finish even after you die. Bottles smell weird, I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2662879660417248691?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2662879660417248691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2662879660417248691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2662879660417248691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2662879660417248691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2662879660417248691' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6372434213748594079</id><published>2009-01-11T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:29:50.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hi people, school reopened! Well I guess it wasn't too bad for a start. You know, with new classmates. Oh and new roommates too! They're hilarious haha. So there's national anthem on the first day of school and was quite fun. Then went back to class with bandees. And did the usual things. Like filling in particulars, ect ect. Stoned most of the time in the audi. Talked about OBS (D:) and NYAA.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ooh it's 11:25 now. Looks like my birthday! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Okay, continue. After school went to library with xinyung and peian to sign up for the nyaa library service and did some funny application form. Which I have to judge my own handwriting. Hmm. Weird. Then rushed off for cca and forgot to sign up for the interview slots. Shall go back on monday then. CCA was quite boring. Most of  us were gone for the rehersals so the rest just self-prac. Then went back for dinner. Ahh  the dinner wasn't too good, but better than the previous vendor! :DD But I hate carrots ._. Never mind. After dinner we went to A block :p Visited our juniors, they're quite nice. Ashley doesn't look like nicloe though. Cute sec ones and felt old over there. Sec twos were the same. Ahh there's this girl, with a name that starts with F(how come this sounds so wrong.) who seriously looks like yeeshin. It's so scary.On thursday night I saw her and I shouted yeeshin and she stopped. Fyi, she's yeeshin's ex-classmate. Haha then she told me she's not yeeshin. I think she's called feimian or something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And my roomies! One's called lingran, the other one's xiaonan. Xiaonan's birthday was yesterday. So me and lingran sang birthday song in the middle of the night haha but xiaonan was so sleepy so we just went back to sleep.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Saturday was boring. Roommates went to school for some test in the morning. So I woke up at ..9&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans;"&gt;？ &lt;/span&gt;Bathed and went to stone at xy's room. For the whole day. Went to eat dinner together with xy and jessie and talked to sec 4s. And felt younger finally. Wait, I need to go alr. Shall continue later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Haha it turned out that later means two days later? Haha today's tuesday! Second day of week one. Sitting with XY. I guess all my teachers are quite nice and efficient. Which is good. But I am a little afraid of the chem teacher. But somehow I like her. Goodness, I really love Micheal Gold.  I think I listened to his songs when I was in kindergarten and I still remember the tune. His voice is super nice :D Anyways, back to school. Math teacher is mrs tan(ms chooi), she's very very nice! Then physics teacher is Mrs Wong, who lives in JB. Chem teacher is Ms Tan, which I mentioned just now.  Bio teacher is another Mrs Wong, who is very nice too :DD She was a ny girl and was in band! She played the french horn, thn trumpet. LA teacher is Ms Teng, I think she's okay, haha her games are so funny, and she has funny expressions. Chinese teacher is Li laoshi, who lives in the boarding school, one floor below me. IH is Ms Andriana Wong, I can't remember who, but someone told me she was also a ny girl and was in band too, and plays the clarinet. Hmm. I haven't seen her yet though.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Anyways, today we watched Frankenstein for English lecture. Which is nice. I have a feeling that the old man-what's his name, the owner of the ship I think- has something to do with the evil thing that killed people. It looked so cold over there. And the part where Elizabeth ran into the house and grew up when she reappeared is quite cool. For changing scenes. And my class was half-empty but 130pm because of the cca exibition. &lt;span style="font-family:Purisa;"&gt;&lt;--how is it spelled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Anyways, then I went for cca. And I feel very proud of myself haha because I helped my friends to take their work. Back to topic, so, cca. We had self-prac until most of the people came back from the concert then we had main band outside bandroom! It's very cool, except the fact that it's really hot. After a while we went downstairs to get sec ones to sign up for audition,  and 67 people signed up! Then we went back at around 4 for main band again. Haha then ms chong very cute, she told the sec ones to join band first when they asked to cross over the band. I don't really make sense right? Never mind. Shall remind myself to read Frankenstein extract and forum from newspaper. And do chem ws 1 and 2, and study ions. Then I have nyaa library service interview tomorrow recess. And lunch is booked by gaoxinyi. Haha. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;How come my computer seem so weird. Some parts just suddenly start blinking. But never mind, I shall save first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Okay. And I saw the sec ones again. Charlene(Is it?)Melanie, Jityi, yinyi, and shuyun. Did I remember wrongly? Hmm. How come there's five! I thought there's only four when I saw them ._. Oh well. It's 1051pm. And my roommate is weird, she hope that when she sleep she would like her roommates to sleep also. So weird. But I am blogging. And you can tell I am ignoring her. Because I think this habit is weird and should not exist. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Oh and good news. I stopped thinking that I am crazy. Is it a good omen? Maybe I am too crazy to know anymore. But sec three is the reality world! So much different from sec 2. I am enjoying myself, but there's certain level of stress there. Like there's homework on the second day of school, or rather, first day of school. I hope sec 4 won't be worse. Oh no, what about JC and uni?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Yeah, I think that's all I want to talk about, shall sleep now. I don't want to wake up late tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Oh wait, PE was quite fun, and would be more fun if I exercised I little during holidays. Can you imagine, just three rounds around the hall I was already panting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Hmm good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;I decided to listen to micheal gold's songs before I sleep, and brought back lots of memories, like how excited I was when I heard the song again, after such a long time. Listening to the Cds with my family ect ect. Which made me think of my home. Oh well, I shall sleep and not come back today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;&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/36889135-6372434213748594079?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6372434213748594079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6372434213748594079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6372434213748594079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6372434213748594079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6372434213748594079' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-662206631099968761</id><published>2008-11-24T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:19:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from all the water stuff. To add something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potential zygote somewhere in malaysia when you were born is turning fourteen in 3 hours and 42 minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Potential zygote down with bear syndrome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-662206631099968761?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/662206631099968761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=662206631099968761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/662206631099968761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/662206631099968761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#662206631099968761' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-9125006955009681839</id><published>2008-11-24T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:04:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morrow sirs and ma'ams. I am spending my last hours at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, last four hours as a thirteen year old. Yes. What if I wake up tomorrow and find myself forty instead of fourteen? I mean, I will faint. Corrections, my mum will faint first. I find myself incoherent. What!? Why? Because I am thinking about something that doesn't happen. Oh great, which goes back to the point that i am crazy. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets play a what-if game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I find myself eating papayas?&lt;br /&gt; OH man. I will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I fall down a cliff?&lt;br /&gt;I will pinch myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I got a zero for something?&lt;br /&gt; I will draw a smiley face inside the stupid number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I have an IQ of 200?&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure I won't find myself eating papayas unconsciously, or fall down a cliff, or get any zeros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make sense. Don't I? Okay lets not abuse each others brains and stop playing the stupid game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about? What should I post about. Lets experiment with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psoitng my chlihodod mermioes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. Okay I get it. Fine. poof. I finished reading Midnight Sun's draft, oh well. Part of it. Since that's the only part uploading. Very enjoyable and from Edward Cullen's point of view. Very much interesting hmm. Should I go and bathe now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I shall bathe when it's 8.30pm. But I want to watch tv, or, dvd to be exact. Whatever, I shall go and bathe now. BYE hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-9125006955009681839?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/9125006955009681839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=9125006955009681839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/9125006955009681839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/9125006955009681839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#9125006955009681839' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-5018603514866316835</id><published>2008-11-18T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:06:07.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's over. Actually I am happy, although the play wasn't perfect but we enjoyed ourselves, which is the point of the whole thing. And apparently, knowing that our play was quite good ( from people) makes my mood even greater. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE okay I feel crazy. Maybe I am. But yes, I am a crazy happy girl. Oops am I too old for a girl? And oops again that looks wrong, so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to prove me crazy. I had this dream recently: I was walking around, then it sort of revolved into me watching a show, you know, on tv. There's this man (a hk actor I knew, but I can't remember who) wearing a hat, and apparently he commited some oh-so-serious mistake he has to be tortured. Therefore, there's ....snakes in the hat and I saw them crawling out on his face. Then he was standing in this big pot full of poisonous beings, like spiders, poisonous frogs, snakes and so on. AND suddenly the pot appeared in my house, not like it jumped out of the tv, but the scene sort of changed. When I was staring at the pot a frog jumped out, I ran after it, trying to hit it with a BAMBOO POLE which was unsuccessful. And our magical Amanda!(monitor)appeared! And ran towards it, and intended  to squash it with her feet. I was horrorred and shouted at her, telling her that the frog is poisonous. Somehow I caught up and tried to see the frog but her feet was blocking my view and when she moved away, the stupid frog turned into 4 small fish. Why four? I don't know. But anyway, I was so happy I danced around it and decided that we should throw it away. Poured them into the sink and washed them down but they kept swimming up to breathe, which was quite creepy because they are growing larger. You want to know more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up. Hahah! And I dreamt of all these because I was watching this documentary and there's this man who breeds crocodiles and loves them and trains them to attack and perform. And he uses the BAMBOO POLE. See the link. I guess I have great imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly remembered some funny things I did when I was young. Like how I stuffed my straw wrapper into my mum's bag although I know we shouldn't. And singing the first and last line af a song because that's all I can remember. And getting smacked by a basketball in the face at my cousin's house when I tried throwing it at the wall. I used to think that it will either stick or drop. And enjoy bathing because I get to use a pole(bamboo?) to poke the switch for the heater, and styling my hair so that it looks like helicopter. Using toothbrush to brush my hand. And many things. Haha many too embarrassing to mention. It's great pity we lost all our video tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genocide. Looks gross but solves problems. Which is good, when there's no other ways. But... Okay world is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper. I hate the mum, I understand that she loves Kate. But she's just plain selfish.I bet Anna's right, she didn't even bothered to hug her when she was born, only eyeing the precious umbilical cord and the blood. I was trying to find the page, but couldn't, where she said "But Anna's Kate's donor." Something like that. Which I felt like punching her. It's like nothing but that. At first it's the blood, which was why Anna even existed. Then she starts taking it for granted. Until it's kidney, where she still insist that Anna should donate her kidney. It would go on, may it be a heart she would still hope that anna would donate hers. She didn't even consider how KATE would feel. Like, slowly eating up your sister, literally. And how much more she has to suffer because you want her alive. Ohh. OHHHH. HMPH. I am angry. How she made everyone in her family suffer. Urgh. But, still she's trying to save her daughter, just that she made a mistake from the start. She shouldn't have created Anna, or clone, spare, whatever.I bet she's glad Anna's dead. It's better off. You all should read it, it's nice. I am rereading it, but still feels as much emotions. Great book ain't it. Jodi Picoult should give me advertisment fees though. HA. Jesse is cool though, I like him. Noble, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go read the book, oh no math eating me. Dies, but alive again to let math eat me. Oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-5018603514866316835?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5018603514866316835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=5018603514866316835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5018603514866316835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5018603514866316835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5018603514866316835' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-5270824159400229678</id><published>2008-11-05T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:16:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel childish, for blaming the wrong things although I know they are not to blame. But after thinking about it from another angle, things really clear up and I will find the more optimistic side. I still insist, that something can be very different when it's from a different point of view, only when you see things from many point of views can you fully understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to face you. You might think that, by acting like nothing has happened will make us feel better, I don't know about you, but to me, it's like rubbing salt into my wound. The wound deep in my heart, that even I dare not touch it. Everytime I see you smile I feel like crying, when I hear your name I feel empty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think that real friends aren't for us to vent our emotions, maybe, when you really can't take it, you go to your friend for comfort, but you must know that everytime you've done that, you have caused a certain pressure to your friend. Everytime you are unhappy, she's unhappy too. Therefore I think, when people say 'tell your best friends everything, about how happy/unhappy you are' it only applies to those people with moderate feelings. Not that kind that is forever unsatisfied with the amount of happiness he/she's in. Because, what happens if your best friend is just a normal person with balanced emotions, but with you everyday moping around, he/she would have to bear with a greater amount of sadness/happiness(?!) than they need to. Therefore sometimes I really don't want to show my feelings, because it only hurts my friends. So what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being long-winded again. But I still want to say that, everytime you feel everything's going wrong, when you don't know how you could ever help yourself, you think, oh there must be something wrong with me. For example, being pessimistic. If you see things from a more positive view, you will find that, oh. Things can be changed and improved afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's easier to say than to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-5270824159400229678?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5270824159400229678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=5270824159400229678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5270824159400229678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5270824159400229678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5270824159400229678' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-9097065394541975406</id><published>2008-10-16T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:14:27.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is dedicated to 205'08 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Hey exams are over! Currently relaxing at home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; tread the class blog just now, totally crying when I read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and stuff... 205 is going to separate but our hearts will still remain as one.Since life still has to go on, why not treasure the last few moments we will be having with each other and learn to appreciate each other:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:05:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;imagine..coming to school next year and not seeing the same people sleeping.and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shannon&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; co. laughing at the lamest of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thingsand&lt;/span&gt; drawing weird smileys and boobs on the whiteboard.and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rosanne&lt;/span&gt; screeching like a parrot.imagine..not seeing sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; or sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jolene&lt;/span&gt; on the whiteboard anymore..imagine..not saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; when teacher asks for AV rep..imagine..not saying 205 when people ask for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;classimagine&lt;/span&gt;.. (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pikachu&lt;/span&gt; electrocuting us next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:12:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;hello 205!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like crying as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; posting this and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be studying for math and science! but no, i can't take it already and 205 is so much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;impt&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;EOYS&lt;/span&gt;! (NO DOUBT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have you guys realised counting from today, we only have 20 days left with each other? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;minusing&lt;/span&gt; the weekends, we only have 15 days with each other left.. ): time really flies, we only just got together ):205 is really really so so so special... compared to other classes.i mean, tell me in which other class you can find people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shannon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jolene&lt;/span&gt;? funny, perverted yet so warm and kind-hearted! (hey it rhymes TOLD YA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;IMMA&lt;/span&gt; POET)&lt;br /&gt;^^205,we have the studious (everyone)&lt;br /&gt;we have the caring,&lt;br /&gt;we have the weird, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SUMEI&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;despo&lt;/span&gt;, (TRISH)&lt;br /&gt;we have the flirts,&lt;br /&gt;we have the funny,&lt;br /&gt;we have the perverted,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I bet that's me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hmph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the nice,&lt;br /&gt;we have the religious,&lt;br /&gt;we have the mean,&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;paikia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we have the lame,&lt;br /&gt;we have the retarded,&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;camwhores&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we have the ego,&lt;br /&gt;we have the quiet,&lt;br /&gt;we have the noisy,&lt;br /&gt;we have the shy,&lt;br /&gt;we have the strict,&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ahma&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we have the auntie,&lt;br /&gt;we have the sporty,&lt;br /&gt;we have the weak,&lt;br /&gt;we have the black, (TRISH)&lt;br /&gt;we have the white, (ROSANNE)&lt;br /&gt;we have the yellow, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;CHUAN&lt;/span&gt; LING)&lt;br /&gt;we have the brown, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;KAH&lt;/span&gt; MUN)&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dancies&lt;/span&gt;, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;we have the sharp-tongued,&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;shouties&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;whisperies&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we have the voice, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;YUKA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just realised what this means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the smart,&lt;br /&gt;but also the very smarts.&lt;br /&gt;we don't have stupids.&lt;br /&gt;(i just realised we don't have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; or bisexuals or homosexuals! which is good, i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all people with absolutely different personalities that led to all the disagreements, but it is also all these that made so many things we did possible.ITS A WALK TO REMEMBER.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;talentime&lt;/span&gt;, amazing race, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;lsc&lt;/span&gt;, 205 cheers, sec1 teachers' day audition (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;FEI&lt;/span&gt; NI MO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;SHU&lt;/span&gt;), youth day funfair (choc fondue), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;CDN&lt;/span&gt;'07, leadership games, dragon drama, youth day fun fair '08, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;malacca&lt;/span&gt; trip, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;CDN&lt;/span&gt;'08, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; sodas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;cheesssssssssy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt;, our poking fun at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;tiong&lt;/span&gt;, and his weird quotes), class breakfasts,ONE FIVE ONE FIVE ONE FIVE ~ (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; credits &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;saiying&lt;/span&gt;)the funky monkey, the rock and roll (forgot the rest!)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;xu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single person in 205 is very important,even if you like her or not. (i like everyone!)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;becos&lt;/span&gt; without her 205 won't be so special anymore.10 years down the road, will you still remember every single person in 205?10 years down the road, we would be doctors, lawyers, engineers, businesswomen, geographers, historians, mathematicians, scientists, teachers, accountants, bankers, singers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;), dancers, tour guides, pastors, preachers, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prostitutes *!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;, WE WOULD BE GIRLFRIENDS, MOTHERS, WIVES, HOUSEWIVES, HUANG LIAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;POs&lt;/span&gt;, DIVORCEES ..........but none of us will have any idea what each of us are.will we still have a chance to meet each other..so everyone,don't run away from class chalet to have quality time with yourself (THE SELF-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;OBESSED&lt;/span&gt;)its our last nights together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please,its the last memory for 205 together as a class.&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure even if we organise class gatherings next year, not everyone will turn up.&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs, And we make the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; we look back now,&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; little brainy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Sumei&lt;/span&gt; be the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;Can Tricia find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY HEART IS BREAKING.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M IN LOVE WITH 205.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want to leave 205.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVERS' FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, 205. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Really hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;CDN&lt;/span&gt;'08 will turn out to be best of all (: Cherish what we have so that we won't regret. All the sweet memories with 105'07, 205'08 will be in my heart forever. I am sure I can remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Chen Xi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Aki&lt;/span&gt; the funny complain auntie.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; Ping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; cute smarty that laughs at my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;. Blur person that says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;! and her forever loosely tied hair.&lt;br /&gt;4. Evie. Absolutely bimbo and auntie at the same time. has the weird thing used to put pencils.&lt;br /&gt;5. Xinyi! LOL. My ex-deskmate. 中马友好关系。haha retarded yet wise.&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanessa! LOL the Neh! Banana-obsessed. Nice friend that slaps my hand for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;7. Yuka!Hah high voice but seriously nobody minds. Extremely cute. Yells when I pinch her face!&lt;br /&gt;8. Yunge! Smart girl that likes to eat. My long term feasting partner!&lt;br /&gt;9. Jessie Tan. Blur girl always sleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;10. Jessie Tee. My roomiefor2years+classmatefor7years+ccamatefor2years.In a row. Yaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;11. Celeste. My lab partner! Clear mind and knows what to write.&lt;br /&gt;12. Beishi. That's me. I am so great ahhh!(kidding)&lt;br /&gt;13. KahMun!Irritating&amp;amp;funny.Claps people's hair(!!!)very serious when needed to. she whines.&lt;br /&gt;14. Audrey.Used to sit beside my 'front side'. has loads of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;15. Yixuan. Talllll. and shy. Clever in math and science.&lt;br /&gt;16. Lihan. Or esther. My first impression: smooth hair haha and the hidden green rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;17. Marie. My last 205 deskmate. Uses achoo achoo to cover her yawn 0.0 and the evil laughter.&lt;br /&gt;18. Chuan! 小黑! aha. Sometimes her fringe really irritates me argh. walks funnily.&lt;br /&gt;19. Saiying.My last deskmate(another side)all the random stories and thoughts and drawings.&lt;br /&gt;20.Nerice. Ngiam. Extremely kind, but please speak clearly haha. Great talent in presentations.&lt;br /&gt;21.Jolene. Vandalism! Always draw on the board. Oh. Sneezes loudly.&lt;br /&gt;22.Rosanne. Loud. Always call me sebeibei. Aiyo. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;23. Sara. LA rep. Good manners.&lt;br /&gt;24. Sumei. Interesting girl, touched wanglaoshi. Often smiling.&lt;br /&gt;25. Jo Ling. Cute! In love with pineapples. Love jap anime.&lt;br /&gt;26. Lynn. Always laugh at me &gt;:D haha. Nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;27.Amanda. Very kind monitor. Sweet voice. Iack!&lt;br /&gt;28. Xing Ying. Good class-outing coordinator!&lt;br /&gt;29. Joyce. Can sing very sweetly! Very friendly and as sweet as her voice.&lt;br /&gt;30.Tania! Heh laonia! Very sweet! whiny sometimes haha.&lt;br /&gt;31. Justina. Loads of boyfriends heh. Can be very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;32. Tricia. Memorable speech. Importance to marry a rich man. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;33. Julie. Reminds me of the bouncing ball. Reliable person.&lt;br /&gt;34. Jianing. Heh bimbo! no lah. always so shy, but bimbo when she's high.&lt;br /&gt;35. Shannon. Pervert. Pulls people's buttons ah.Outgoing but can be shy.Emotional?in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;36. Junqi! Haha ccamate. Math pro. Very cute and irritating. Remember lsc'08! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Shall go now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-9097065394541975406?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/9097065394541975406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=9097065394541975406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/9097065394541975406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/9097065394541975406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#9097065394541975406' title='This post is dedicated to 205&apos;08 &lt;3'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-5108357376833603204</id><published>2008-09-27T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:48:46.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I am amused. From wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teddy bear is a stuffed toy bear. It is an enduring, traditional form of a stuffed animal, often serving the purpose of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;comforting children&lt;/span&gt;. (wow hahahahahaha. Like, awwww give you a bear so please be happy XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Teddy Bear comes from November 1902 American President Theodore Roosevelt's hunting trip to Mississippi, to which he was invited by Mississippi Governor Andrew H. Longino. There were several other hunters competing, and most of them had already shot something. A suite of Roosevelt's attendants, led by Holt Collier,[1] cornered, clubbed, and tied to a willow tree an American Black Bear after a long exhausting chase with hounds. They called Roosevelt to the site and suggested he shoot it. He refused to shoot the bear himself, deeming this unsportsmanlike,[2] but instructed that the bear be killed to put it out of its misery, and it became the topic of a political cartoon by Clifford Berryman in The Washington Post on November 16, 1902.[3] While the initial cartoon of an adult black bear lassoed by a white handler and a disgusted Roosevelt had symbolic overtones, later issues of that and other Berryman cartoons made the bear smaller and cuter.[4]&lt;br /&gt;A Brooklyn store owner, Morris Michtom, saw the drawing of Roosevelt and the bear cub and was inspired to create a new toy. He created a little stuffed bear cub and put it in his shop window with a sign that read "Teddy's bear." The toys were an immediate success and Michtom founded the Ideal Novelty and Toy Co., which still exists today.[2]&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, in Germany the Steiff firm, unaware of Michtom's bear, produced a stuffed bear from Richard Steiff's designs. They exhibited the toy at the Leipzig Toy Fair in March 1903 and exported 3000 to the United States.[5][2][6]&lt;br /&gt;By 1906 manufacturers other than Michtom and Steiff had joined in and the craze for Teddy Bears was such that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ladies carried them everywhere&lt;/span&gt;, children were photographed with them, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Roosevelt used one as a mascot in his bid for re-election&lt;/span&gt;. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;American educator Seymour Eaton wrote the children's book series The Roosevelt Bears,[7] while composer John Bratton wrote "The Teddy Bear Two Step" music which with Jimmy Kennedy's lyrics became the song "The Teddy Bears' Picnic". (hmm I shall search for the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercially made, mass-produced teddy bears are predominantly made as toys for children. These bears have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;safety joints for attaching arms legs and heads. They must have securely fastened eyes that do not pose a choking hazard for small children.&lt;/span&gt;(hahahahahahahaa) These "plush" bears must meet a rigid standard of construction in order to be marketed to children in the United States and in the European Union.&lt;br /&gt;There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uFCQ_GZEyG/aus=false/" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uFCQ_GZEyG/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/DwSqG8/music/LycHKvxR/bing_crosby_the_teddy_bears_picnic_bing_crosby_45_singl/"&gt;The Teddy Bears Picnic - Bing Crosby - 45 single-Decca 9-88050 - Bing Crosby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;If you go out in the woods today&lt;br /&gt;You're sure of a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;If you go out in the woods today&lt;br /&gt;You'd better go in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every bear that ever there was&lt;br /&gt;Will gather there for certain, because&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic&lt;br /&gt;Every teddy bear, that's been good&lt;br /&gt;Is sure of a treat today&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of marvelous things to eat&lt;br /&gt;And wonderful games to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the trees, where nobody sees&lt;br /&gt;They'll hide and seek as long as they please&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way the teddy bears have their picnic&lt;br /&gt;If you go out in the woods today,&lt;br /&gt;You'd better not go alone.&lt;br /&gt;It's lovely out in the woods today,&lt;br /&gt;But safer to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every bear that ever there was&lt;br /&gt;Will gather there for certain, because&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic time for teddy bears,&lt;br /&gt;The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.&lt;br /&gt;Watch them, catch them unawares,&lt;br /&gt;And see them picnic on their holiday.&lt;br /&gt;See them gaily dance about.&lt;br /&gt;They love to play and shout.&lt;br /&gt;And never have any cares.&lt;br /&gt;At six o'clock their mommies and daddies&lt;br /&gt;Will take them home to bed&lt;br /&gt;Because they're tired little teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic time for teddy bears,&lt;br /&gt;The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.&lt;br /&gt;Watch them, catch them unawares,&lt;br /&gt;And see them picnic on their holiday.&lt;br /&gt;See them gaily dance about.&lt;br /&gt;They love to play and shout.&lt;br /&gt;And never have any cares.&lt;br /&gt;At six o'clock their mommies and daddies&lt;br /&gt;Will take them home to bed&lt;br /&gt;Because they're tired little teddy bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-5108357376833603204?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5108357376833603204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=5108357376833603204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5108357376833603204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5108357376833603204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5108357376833603204' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8467521218932709109</id><published>2008-09-26T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:20:52.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. It's heartwarming to talk to old friends. Just pick up where you left and yes, you are on again. We didn't feel any awkwardness when we talk for the first time in these few months. She decided to sing to me a stupid song with all the gibberish. kumukumu thing. And started talking about fish and our lifes and naming random things. Well, I am mentally unstable for the time being, so I don't make sense, though I always made dollars. Just feel real happy after talking to moo. Heh. Okay gotta go bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bitter acid! [bitter gourd juice] :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8467521218932709109?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8467521218932709109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8467521218932709109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8467521218932709109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8467521218932709109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8467521218932709109' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8616568927819352311</id><published>2008-09-20T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:02:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! finally back. Haha but I am going off soon. Have the irritating tuition pushed forward to 1230. Heh. And I have loads of homework not done. 2history essays, a couple of geog worksheets, bio revision, chem revision, humans revision. Oh and math papers. Oh yes, I shall post about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went out with jessie xinyung alicia. When for macs at kap. Then went btp to get something for xy. Haha. Then blah blah and came back around 5. Then on the bus something so amusing happened. I was randomly staring out of the bus window (near nanyang alr) then I saw this car beside our bus had a nygh logo on the car. Then I was thinking, "ehh nanyang one leh, see I know or not, maybe is some teacher." Then I was staring staring then I saw a very very familiar shirt sleeve haha. Then in the end it's ms chong! haha so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I go tuition first byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit.&lt;br /&gt;okay continue the story. Yep so I was like  ._. what on earth. Like that also can see. Then alicia and jessie didn't manage to see her. Alicia was babbling about how ms chong is speeding because she drove faster than a bus haha, a bus stopping soon. Lol. Then huey yee suggested to buy a cake for both xinyung and jessie so alicia xinyi and huey yee went out again. And they bought ice cream cake! Yum yum but they reached back late, around 715pm. Then was rushing down with cups for random ice. haha. For drinks. And you know where I got the ice? haha kope from canteen. Lol then I was calculating the possibility of seeing mr chia downstairs, I guess it was quite high so brought my cd along haha in the end really met him. But I was having my 'coughing craziness' so couldn't talk. Or I will choke and can't inhale for very long. Haha must thank band for expanding my lungs, if not I might have choked myself and died. Haha then it's so hilarious I was pointing pointing. And mr chia was giving me the weird look.  back to the cake thing. So we went to borrow a lighter from mr lim and he gave us a rusty one haha can't turn. then in the end we had imaginary fire. We off the room lights and brought the cake in. Jessie was blushing like mad. haha so funny then we sang the very outoftune happy birthday song. then played games haha. truth game. Then they wanted to play poker?( I still cant spell it) haha so played chess with alicia. learnt how to play 黑白棋。heh. then played some math game until 2+ then slept. And the others continued until don't-know-what time. Slept already haha. Okay that's all. Shall go and do homework. Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8616568927819352311?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8616568927819352311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8616568927819352311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8616568927819352311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8616568927819352311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8616568927819352311' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1490337689083042062</id><published>2008-08-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:16:04.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today’s passing down. Yes, and Kay Yun’s BM, tabby’s DM. Jiayou! I believe in you’all, that you can lead the band well :)Ah. Mixed feelings don’t feel good. Part of me wants to be happy because new people are leading us, and we will all work together as a band for SYF, and that the comm. this year did a great job. But part of me can’t help but feel sad and lonely as the sec fours are leaving soon. Real soon. It’s, really weird. When you just got to know them, they are going to leave. I think life is just like that, because nothing will be perfect. And people will never be contented about what they already have. I am glad, that at least I knew them and hoped that we will meet somewhere, one day. And that they will still come back to visit us. But the days when we spend time playing beautiful music together, laughing, even crying together, will not come back. Of course, I am quite happy that I cherished them well, and had taken almost everything in greedily. And I will never forget the band days with all of us. When we talked before band starts, running for fall-in-10-seconds, shouting yes ma’am s, setting up instrus, warming up, practices, laugh at ms chong/random jokes, announcements, dismissal, packing up. It may seem all ordinary, but it really takes up a big part in my life, and you will realize how empty you will feel when you suddenly found out, oh there’s no band today, and you don’t know what to do. Since sec one, band was uplifting for me. When I first came to s’pore, life wasn’t easy. really. New environment, new friends, new school, unfamiliar language, and most importantly, lack of support. Since my parents can’t be by me everyday, I have to settle everything myself. At the start of the year, life was miserable as my relationship with my roommates weren’t that close, and arguments were going on. And I was all alone. At that time, I would just start crying when I called my parents. In school, band was the one that made me happy. During lessons, I was stressed, scared to lose out what the teacher had said, and will not catch up with the rest of the classmates. It’s really horrifying, when you were so scared to have to leave the school because you are just too lousy. I totally stunned when I had my first bio lesson. Guess what, I didn’t even know what a cell contains, and of all the terms she said, I only knew photosynthesis. Which was rubbish anyway. Our syllabus was quite different back in m’sia. We only learned very little on biology, but it covered the entire sec one physics syllabus. Chem was okay, because I found out that people didn’t really know about chem. too. Yes, but anyways. So I was busy copying notes, burying myself in books (gave up trying to take notes after term2. I am not the take-notes kind of person, you see, haha.)and frankly, it was no fun. The only time I get to relax myself is during band, when I have my section, my batch to talk to. They really cared for me and talked to me. Although I can’t really play, I enjoyed listening. When I listen to them play, it seemed that they all knew each other in the music. When I played with them I felt that I belonged to it. When I hear them shouting in Jericho, I was really touched I got goose bumps. I always do, yeah that’s a little weird. But yes, from the start, I treated band as a home in the school, in Singapore. Yeah, and when the people that was there from the start is going to leave, it feels like someone from your family is leaving. It really feels awful. But since we know they will always come back, it’s not that bad. Must be optimistic and think on the bright side (which proves that posts that are posted at night are not good, irrational tsk.) And get the band going! Not on me but I shall do my part and try my best to cooperate with the new committee. Let the band spirit go on and on forever! Band cheer! And, obviously, I mean it from the bottom of my heart: I love nycb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist where music is at.&lt;br /&gt; Bei Shi loves nanyang concert band (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1490337689083042062?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1490337689083042062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1490337689083042062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1490337689083042062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1490337689083042062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1490337689083042062' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4316109717125356983</id><published>2008-08-05T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:36:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nycb is the love! that's all I can say. Thank you. It's a kind of feeling when words would fail to express. The passion is there so strong, nothing can pull us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must thank ms chong for her support. she really inspired me to work hard. I am so touched when she said 'no matter what is the decision, I will support all of you.' and to think that she doesn't care about the name of the concert, and she thinks and feels that it's appa. It really kept us going. Thank you ms chong (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the section! ahh. I feel legless now, at the thought of the section. Oops. yes. Thank you for the lame jokes and the time we spent together, prac-ing and laughing. You guys really lift up my spirits(YOU RAISE ME UP. ohhwoman the lift joke) And the section includes toes fingers baa and gumdrop too! Awhh all of you are the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batchies! thank you for the time together before and after bandpracs! batch circle! haha with all the random lame topics. You people made my day brighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people that came to support us! Without all of you, there won't be limelight anymore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, side note. You know my friend, when she saw us so bonded and happy on stage, she was so touched she cried. Awwh. And all my friends loved hymn &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy belated birthday tabby! haha must do your (meow!) xie wen nicely! Happy 15! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday baa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;/I have nothing to say. If you don't want to talk to me then go away. I don't need explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4316109717125356983?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4316109717125356983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4316109717125356983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4316109717125356983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4316109717125356983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4316109717125356983' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3536499178603307478</id><published>2008-08-03T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:54:05.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;27 Jul 08, 11:58JOYJOY:): aye no deer it wasnt you kay (: but awwh so sweet&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;haha okay! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Jul 08, 10:58Xin Yi: hello色贝贝^ ^哈哈，很长时间没有写了哦~&lt;br /&gt;现在不是写了吗。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Jul 08, 13:51clarice: HELLO BEISHI! haha taps fingers on your head!&lt;br /&gt;hello! pat pat the hairclip, And I am not like rie lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Jul 08, 13:46JOYJOY:): HAHAH, coconut tree fringe! why didnt i think of tht xD&lt;br /&gt;tsk. nono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Jul 08, 12:21qiuluAn: im not shortXP&lt;br /&gt;you are not!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Jul 08, 17:52yee shin =]: i noe i dumbo&lt;br /&gt;14 Jul 08, 17:52yee shin =]: sorry la..i edit liao dunno how to change&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Jul 08, 18:06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://may-tomorrow-be-a-better-day.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yeeshin=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;: link me&lt;br /&gt;13 Jul 08, 12:28yeeshin=]: hello....this is damn xiao...freaking nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hello. I am now too lazy to link you. So yes I shall wait till another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;10 Jul 08, 20:38JUNQi: WEIII! how come ur blog so alive de?! omg! mine is like so dead can. its the heart bside my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;got meh. Oh I found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;9 Jul 08, 21:44vanvan: BEAR BEARRR! random, but. tie up your fringe and make it look like a coconut tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;boomboom van!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;6 Jul 08, 17:53sherlyn: HELLO BEISHI. HAHA. you are in malaysiaa ( truly asiaa!~) haha XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;LOL. My leg flew away :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jul 08, 22:08JOYJOY:): hahah idk wht to reply to your tag rply xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; I also don't know what to reply to your tag! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3536499178603307478?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3536499178603307478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3536499178603307478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3536499178603307478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3536499178603307478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3536499178603307478' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7139303024268316318</id><published>2008-08-03T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:43:03.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right. So I am back! From band fiesta, blocks, and cross country. (and I got back most papers. Feeling quite happy. I studied okay. Oh wells sometimes.)So the coming event would be limelight! oh my itik, that's tomorrow. I am so so so excited. haha esplanade you know. Not everyone can go there, and we are invited by esplanade. Not renting the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limelight wasn't easy. We really sacrificed a lot. After much tears and sleepless nights, we had made a decision. Or that's the school's decision, for it makes the school proud. Anything. Why, we have worked so hard for tomorrow. Because everyone in performing arts longed to perform in esplanade. It was really an honour to be invited to play in there. Since we knew we could not have our annual concert anymore, the whole band worked very very hard for this concert. Including sacrificing every lunch to come for practice, staying back after school on non-cca days, even coming back to school on saturdays. We have decided to work towards our  best to prove ourselves a excellent band. These few months' hardwork won't be wasted, I am very sure. We will play our best and enjoy our concert in esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I am so afraid I will feel so empty after the concert. The concert kept us busy. After that you'll feel that you lost something. And then it will be passing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep the music going and let everyone feel the nycb spirit! Jiayou bandees! &lt;3 We can do it! Because we are the so bonded as a whole! Eat well(val) and sleep well(val). Be the nice gay!(merry!) tsk poor val.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7139303024268316318?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7139303024268316318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7139303024268316318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7139303024268316318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7139303024268316318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7139303024268316318' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6897389437920726814</id><published>2008-07-05T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:54:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyways, not in the mood of blogging. I am at home for ydff, fyi. So I shall reply tags. Next time I shall reply tags in posts. Because tagging back is too troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 Jul 08, 13:27nicole: hello beishi! haha so random. anyway thurs night cake was nice haha aaand you got cool fringe. okay idk what to tag. hmmmm. alicia's first wish is crap wei. thats all. yeah.haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hello! Haha yes the cake was nice! My fringe? It's because it curled up by itself so it looks weird. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jul 08, 11:37rie: haha omg your quiz very funny xD WHY AM I STUDYING SNAILS ): haha they are poor little creatures who get stepped on and crushed all the time D:&lt;br /&gt;5 Jul 08, 11:34rie: beibeiiii ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rieeee! (:Because you slow lah. Only fast enough to study snails. haha and because you are so ...extraordinary xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jul 08, 21:19mandy: hello bearrr. nothing much to tag about, actually. just came by to say hello(: YIAKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HELLO! IACK! mushroom :D pig? haha your jolene very funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Jul 08, 17:05chunting: aiya~must remember larh=] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lonely-tiingx3.bs.com~btw~cum/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://lonely-tiingx3.bs.com~btw~cum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; my blog n take the quiz=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;harrh. Aiyo very lazy leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Jul 08, 20:13baa: eleh eleh.baa sounds much better than my name.XDDD ahahahahaha.:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Erps. Right, BAAAAA. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Jun 08, 15:41moo: Pa! I come and SPAM your blog with my total randomness! bwahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In any case, I am not your dad. Yes, so why did you call me pa? Yes thank you. I do feel random when I read your tag xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28 Jun 08, 19:32JOYJOY:): hahah i realise you sleep very late lorrhs xP heh. innocent coughcoughcough. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Whatever. It's around 10.40 and I was trying to send my friend some stuff. Yes (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Jun 08, 21:17Pei Wern: Ahahaah. =DDDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAHAHA? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, byebyes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6897389437920726814?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6897389437920726814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6897389437920726814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6897389437920726814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6897389437920726814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6897389437920726814' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4141853710245626291</id><published>2008-06-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:19:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>中二公民与道德教育&lt;br /&gt;对南中有贡献的人士&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;姓名：吴晓优（7）&lt;br /&gt;            郭云阁（8）&lt;br /&gt;              李贝诗（12）&lt;br /&gt;              黄川菱（18）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;林秀梅：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1956年毕业于南洋女子中学，是第十届毕业生。她成为了一名工程师，又亲自为母校设计了新校舍、找地方，以进一步提高校誉。她虽然贵为总统夫人，她还是不辞劳苦精心设计出校舍，并为学校筹款。我们今天能在这优美的环境里读书，一定要感谢她。在新校舍开幕的前2个星期，林秀梅女士却突然在七月三十日病逝。全校都为她开办了个追悼会，并把新校舍大会堂命名为秀梅大会堂。学校也因此宣布新校舍开幕礼改期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;参考资料：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;璀璨南洋-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;林庆年：第12、14、16、17、18、26、30、31、32、35、38页。&lt;br /&gt;李振殿：第45、47页。&lt;br /&gt;黄桂南：第54页。&lt;br /&gt;林秀梅：第102、105页。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, chuan I am so sorry I can't get into hotmail. Somehow yes I came here. So the biblio right, you check if it's correct. I forgot who we are doing. Yeah that's all. Thanks a lot. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I shall not blog now. Since it's already time to sleep. 10.11pm. Tomorrow's band! &lt;3 :] BAND! Weeeeee. Yes, so byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: horns scared of me. Tsk. Why? Ask them. How can they be scared of an innocent lamb? I mean duck/bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4141853710245626291?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4141853710245626291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4141853710245626291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4141853710245626291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4141853710245626291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4141853710245626291' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4276010235903363641</id><published>2008-06-16T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:45:53.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by qiuluan. D:&lt; heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the top 5 birthday present that you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Power to control immigration office.&lt;br /&gt;2. A house near school.&lt;br /&gt;3. Power to control my school. Mine but not mine.&lt;br /&gt;4. A clarinet!!&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled the fifth one. Can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;1.(the person who last tag you is ...)Qiuluan.&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is ...) Batchmate. CCAmate. Schoolmate. Friend. :]&lt;br /&gt;3.(your 5 impressions of him/her ..)&lt;br /&gt;1. The :) look.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The hor hor hor-ness. Oh wells._.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not tall.&lt;br /&gt;4.Cute&lt;br /&gt;5. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she had done for you)&lt;br /&gt;ehh. The hello with a bright smile that cheered me up when I was unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she had said to you)&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen bully me!!&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will..)&lt;br /&gt;take care of her? (FYI: Unlikely. Because I am straight. )&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me more.&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;mess up her hair.&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she beomes your enemy, the reason will be ...)&lt;br /&gt;me refusing to help her poke huizhen.&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is ...)&lt;br /&gt;smile at her.&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is ...)&lt;br /&gt;a smiley person.&lt;br /&gt;12.(how you think people around you will feel about you?)&lt;br /&gt;Retarded?(I am not.) Practical.&lt;br /&gt;13.(the character you love of yourself are ...)&lt;br /&gt;Happy in front of people, almost all the time. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Althought I might be sad inside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; At least people won't be sad or worried because of the unhappy me.&lt;br /&gt;14.(on the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are ...)&lt;br /&gt;don't know when to say the right thing. Always screwing up conversations, I am.&lt;br /&gt;15.(the most ideal person you want to be is ...)&lt;br /&gt;Be truthful. Understand myself. Not afraid to show my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;16.(for people that care and like you, say something to them ...)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;17.(pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;1. Sherlyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Rie&lt;br /&gt;3. Huizhen&lt;br /&gt;4. Joy&lt;br /&gt;5. Moo&lt;br /&gt;6. Rachel(flute)&lt;br /&gt;7. Chunting&lt;br /&gt;8. Baa&lt;br /&gt;9. Sean&lt;br /&gt;10. Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. You guys don't have to do the quiz if you don't want to. This is for the quiz's sake. Most of you were from qiuluan's list anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.(Who is no.6 having relationship with?)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel. Grass?&lt;br /&gt;19.(Is no.9 a male or female?)&lt;br /&gt;Sean. Male.&lt;br /&gt;20.(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?)&lt;br /&gt;Chunting and Pauline. No. Quite sure haha. Oh but maybe it works.&lt;br /&gt;21.(How about no.8 and 5?)&lt;br /&gt;Baa and moo. Wow. Fated, I would say. Friends since kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;22.(What is no.2 studying about?)&lt;br /&gt;Rie. Snails.&lt;br /&gt;23.(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen. Just. Conversation still fresh in mind.&lt;br /&gt;24.(What kind of music band does no.8 like?)&lt;br /&gt;Baa. Um. Concert band? She was from band too.&lt;br /&gt;25.(Does no.1 has any siblings?)&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn. I think so. She didn't talk much about it.&lt;br /&gt;26.(Will you woo no.3?)&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen. Sure. Wait till I get a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;27.(How about no.7?)&lt;br /&gt;Chunting. Oh no. Haha. I still remember the bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;28.(Is no.4 single?)&lt;br /&gt;Joy. She has many dears. "My duanmenghao!" quotes from Joy.&lt;br /&gt;29.(What's the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Moo. Yap? yup.&lt;br /&gt;30.(What's the hobby of no.4?)&lt;br /&gt;Joy. Jumping. Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;31.(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know each other.&lt;br /&gt;32.(Where is no.2 studying at?)&lt;br /&gt;Rie. Outdoors. In the shade. under some leaves.&lt;br /&gt;33.(Talk something casually about no.1)&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn. She has neat hair.&lt;br /&gt;34.(Have you try developing feelings for no.8?)&lt;br /&gt;Baa. Oh what do YOU think?&lt;br /&gt;35.(Where does no.9 live at?)&lt;br /&gt;My house. Opposite my room. Studies opposite my school.&lt;br /&gt;36.(What color does no.4 like?)&lt;br /&gt;Joy. Green (is hot) blue?&lt;br /&gt;37.(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?)&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that they know each other.&lt;br /&gt;38.(Does no.7 likes no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;strangers don't hate or like each other actually.&lt;br /&gt;39.(How do you get to know no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;Rie. Band.&lt;br /&gt;40.(Does no.1 have any pets?)&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn. She's a crab.&lt;br /&gt;41.(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?)&lt;br /&gt;Chunting. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4276010235903363641?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4276010235903363641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4276010235903363641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4276010235903363641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4276010235903363641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4276010235903363641' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4181991102126734246</id><published>2008-06-04T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:54:00.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by huizhen! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ehh. very understanding, humorous, funny!*wee!* mm. willing to listen to me. yeah that's important since I am so rubbishy nowadays. oh, must be pinch-able! should like eating a lot so we can eat and talk and play together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh wells. If you mean it literally, I really want to see the percussion Janabel flying during the random parade I was watching in a ... hotel room? She even told me not to tell joyjoy that she did that haha xD refer to my older posts. I can't remember which one. it was so amusing. haha xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who's life would you want to takeaway most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;da bao!? ahahah +D (Oh my. I am starting to use ahmah's retarded emoticon ._. I am ah mah's ahmah xD) Back to the question. I am not the selfish. I don't want anyone to be deprived of things they are supposed to see, and instead have to stay in the dabao plastic bag :] HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Use 500,000 bucks to buy stuff like food for the sichuan people. The rest... buy a clarinet! and keep around $100 for food to share with batchies and friends and family! hmm then I will put the rest into the bank. Give it to my parents if they need it. :] money money money. 钱不是万能的，但没钱万万不能！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you happy with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yes. Quite. except for the fact that I am stucked between the lines of the quadratic graphs. pening ahh sudah mahu pengsan xD But I managed to finish the algebraic manupulations and linear graphs. Which left me with the other half of the paper. I think my life is quite comfortable. It suits me in almost every way. Except that I have to run run run 2.4 again ._. And again next year and retest again and again ahh. And there's PE. And, there is chinese SIA, history worksheet, bio revision, 2 math worksheets ( actually that's a dozen of them stapled together), CME, OM. But once I get started I actually enjoy doing them. Hmm so it's okay. I am happy about food supply. your own house is just different from boarding school. You can have loads loads of food any time you want. No wonder I gained.. 2kg in a week, or to be exact, 5 days. ahh. Oh dear me. Never mind, I am happy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you glad to be alive or would u rather to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alive! I don't want to be buried and let worms eat me and see myself decomposing bit by bit. And it's stinky. Yuck. Although you can smell the earth (depends on how you see that) so deeply you nose is filled with it. I think when we are dead, for goodness know why, the teachers will come up to thr grave and say, 'hey you haven't handed up your bio worksheet, your essay and you reliability question isn't completed. Your artwork got a C, which is quite bad. And I received a complain from the HOD that you have long nails and your socks are too low. Anyways, we had a cleanliness check yesterday, guess what? You guys got E again. That reminds me, the cleanliness rep told me that you did not do your duty. Not that you can do it now, but you have to be more resdponsible. Ahh I have to go back to school. Now see you next time. Not too soon I hope.' See? Ehh  I am not being very normal today. So never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yes! Now I can whistle my clarinet part for hymn ._. Including the running notes! haha feel so proud. I learnt that when I was six I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like going to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yay yes! It's fun to see your friends and teachers. And laugh at them whenever you want to (not during exams, but yes I guess you get me) just that you might get a punch or a are-you-insane look from them. Especially from van the- banana- van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of person do u like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;something like my best-friend-character. Must be able to communicate with me. Chat chat chat and able to come up with endless topics to talk about. But not the stupid ones like weather0.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If the person you like secretly is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Find another person to like haha. I will see if the person notices me, or I will conclude that the person is blind and continue my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years' time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;some random working person.23 years old. Hmm. Quite young. Should be energetic. Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my family, batchies, friends. Many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen? Ahh she has no legs. Humorous and lame. Her lame-ness is incurable that I must sit while talking to her to prevent myself from falling due to laughing too hard. Oh she's tall man. Oops I mean woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends you see. If you're single when you are old you will be lonely and sad and you will think money is useless. But if you are married you will think that you have no freedom and feel very sad as you have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. "what's the time now? can I sleep some more?" The answer's usually no. Sometimes I will think am I dreaming, where am I? etc etc. To think is important you know that's why. Some times I will think, 'ahh why must we be neat and fold our blankets' mind you, I do these before I open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What does your favourite kind of shampoo smells like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smells like me. maybe? When I smell it I will think of the sky. See. No bird shit. only clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How would you rate the perfection of you life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who don't know they don't know and still act like they know everything. and those who are not loyal to their friends. For example spreading bad things about your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to do this quiz (:&lt;br /&gt;joyjoy! :]&lt;br /&gt;mandy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anymore. That's all larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Band people who are going to japan, good luck and enjoy yourselves! Learn something and remember to teach me when you all come back kays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my band u and band jacket! D: ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go first. It's almost 11pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4181991102126734246?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4181991102126734246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4181991102126734246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4181991102126734246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4181991102126734246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4181991102126734246' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2616980937549463260</id><published>2008-05-12T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:30:34.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.esplanade.com/SOPApp/espsop/portal_proxy?GXHC_GX_jst=fc7f717f1d3d6164&amp;amp;GXHC_JSESSIONID=6946630997735830218&amp;amp;GXHC_IMP_COOKIE=6946630997735830218&amp;amp;uri=Na5r.ofvdlJ!YfptA-XmiTu.=NJ.eS5nCSMm=TFvMW-kmxIQh,ftVJQMMF5yOC.AevtHd@KsJFM"&gt;http://www.esplanade.com/SOPApp/espsop/portal_proxy?GXHC_GX_jst=fc7f717f1d3d6164&amp;amp;GXHC_JSESSIONID=6946630997735830218&amp;amp;GXHC_IMP_COOKIE=6946630997735830218&amp;amp;uri=Na5r.ofvdlJ!YfptA-XmiTu.=NJ.eS5nCSMm=TFvMW-kmxIQh,ftVJQMMF5yOC.AevtHd@KsJFM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see! Must come okay. haha :D so cool I didn't know it existed! hahaaaaa. Hmm. I have nothing to say now. So. Byees :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2616980937549463260?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2616980937549463260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2616980937549463260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2616980937549463260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2616980937549463260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2616980937549463260' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-168341347056553991</id><published>2008-05-10T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:51:55.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so touched! Mooooooooo :D I realise I have a best friend in Malaysia (= We really should go out together one day. I missed her so much ): Heh. Haha I shall remind myself to reply her email next weekend. I shall rememeber! Okay. Goodbye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-168341347056553991?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/168341347056553991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=168341347056553991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/168341347056553991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/168341347056553991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#168341347056553991' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7227654957817171226</id><published>2008-04-30T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:10:35.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is only my 80th post, I realised. Hah not in the mood of blogging. Volleyball is fun!&lt;br /&gt;byebyes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7227654957817171226?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7227654957817171226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7227654957817171226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7227654957817171226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7227654957817171226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7227654957817171226' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-701376871240120308</id><published>2008-04-27T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:50:27.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last thursday was horrible. After CIP I rushed back to school for band, expecting to hear happy chattings, looking forward to join the band in discussions about everything. Instead I am greeted with long awkward silence. The art teacher Mrs Teo was inside, presenting the school's view about our appa XII concert and esplanade concert. They told us that we can't have 2 concerts in a year. I didn't get to hear what she say earlier on, but I am seriously annoyed by the way she carries herself. She doesn't respect us, or I would say anyone in the band room. Her insults of our band, that's unbearable. She said that Appa is not our concert, it's the school's concert. Everything insensitive was said. When she tells us this like, 2 weeks before concert, she expect to be calm and everything. She doesn't allow people to cry -.- That's a bit cruel. I have the feeling that she wants us to give up Appassionata and take esplanade. Because the school can boast about it? She don't consider our feelings at all. Not at all. I think she's being too harsh to us. When everyone built up the spirit for concert and prac-ed so hard for it, coming back for lunch pracs everything! And now you tell us this. It's like you prac-ed for nothing. You feel stupid for feeling so much for NOTHING. It's just different. Appa is a tradition passed down from goodness knows how long ago. And Esplanade is not our own concert. You go there and play and go back. That's all. You get to advertise for the school. WOW.  You can't call it Appassionata XII. Anyways, the woman has no manners at all. Ms chong wanted to say something and she talked louder. No that was not correct is it? In the end Ms chong just smiled and kept quiet. Ironic you know. A person that teaches us to be polite sets a bad example in front of everyone. When she left Mr Lim sort of calmed us down and she barged in again and just interrupted him. I guess mr lim's a bit pissed too he kept on talking and she kept on talking. But in the end he gave in, courtesy you know. Let's see what other bandees had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's something Esplanade holds for us, and everyth will be 'Limelight: Nanyang Concert Band' or 'Limelight: Appassionata XII' it's UNDER esplanade, not sth we do by ourself. the logistics and everything is by US, not by them. and in the end it's still Limelight FEATURING nycb. and we don't make the concert tickets, we don't make the booklet, is this not enough to explain why limelight CANNOT replace our dear appa?&lt;br /&gt; mr lim alr said it's like sth we picked up on the floor, whether we take it or not, it's of NO LOSS TO US. we don't lose anything. but if we don't do Appassionata XII it's taking away all the years of tradition and all our hard work. we didn't work so hard for the past weeks for limelight, we worked hard for appa&lt;br /&gt;everything's different please. it's not at the audi, it's not in school, there probably won't be alumni and junior band, there won't be that Appassionata feeling!&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T HAVE BOTH CONCERTS IT WILL AFFECT YOUR STUDIES AND WE WANT THE SEC FOURS TO STEP DOWN AFTER YOUR JAPAN TRIP.she totally underestimates us.&lt;br /&gt; i can't rmb what she said, but by what she said she implied that playing an instru is as simple as blowing a balloon. put in air and sound will come out nicely.&lt;br /&gt;and mschong smirked at her.(haha good for ms chong (: ) and when mschong tried to talk to that woman, she just cut her off, not willing to listen to her. and when that lousy sec one asked if junior band would play, she said 'OF COURSE! MS CHONG YOU WILL ALLOW THAT RIGHT?' it's so much more of a threaten than a question she's so horrible that no one prac-ed after band. she's so horrible that huizhen could say the whole band was very CHICKEN MOVE. ji dong -.-&lt;br /&gt;"Getting to perform in esplanade is a rare opportunity for the band, as this invitation is unlikely to happen to the band in the near future." and she even compared us to chinese dance saying that they've been of high reputation in the past 10years, including the fact that they're performing at esplanade this year too. D: just because we got gold without the freaking HONOURS for syf last year D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't do anything about it now. So I shall wait for the results and accept it the best as I can. I think the comm suffers the most luh they have to deal with her and tell us the bad news themselves.  Haha but ms chong was very sweet that day. She said that it's normal for us to get a little emotional but we must control our emotions. Then she said no matter what we choose, she will support us. So sweet right? Anyways, I think, appa or esplanade, it's still concert band. Who cares about that woman. We are us and we are the best.So let's continue to work hard for concert band, for the concert, for the  conductors, for ourselves. (: And here we go! Byebyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-701376871240120308?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/701376871240120308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=701376871240120308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/701376871240120308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/701376871240120308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#701376871240120308' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1263998019713784491</id><published>2008-04-11T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:47:56.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe. Here I come, oh wells, again. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! So today was quite okay, quite a happy day actually. All okay except for a small part of drama lesson. So shall talk about bad things first. Mr Ng stopped us because we laughed when we said the 'ha-i' part. I think he's right, we can't laugh like that during presentation but at least he should let us finish acting before telling us "Okay enough. Your group don't have to present anymore." It's like, quite insulting. That's correct and laughing is our fault but the reason for him to stop us is because he know another group that is better than us so he decided that all right, you don't have to perform anymore, so get lost. It's not that we didn't try or we are not serious kind of thing. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we shall start at 6.00am. So I am supposed to wake up at 6 today because there's national anthem but I was too sleepy I don't evn remember what time I slept yesterday. Luckily my room mate on her light and so. I woke at 6.07. Then went down to eat. We had roti prata today and the kuah is a little... peanut-y. So after that I went to school at around 645. When I reached there's only joyjoy. HAHA and she thought all batchies reached already. But in the end she said she came to study bio. And I realised our class is quite fast in bio. Because joyjoy's class is still in ecology and hey are having ecology quiz today? When our class already studied sexual reproduction and had a quiz already. haha. Enough of bio and all the reproduction. Back to national anthem. Ahma was late today and her hair was, ehem interesting. She said she woke up at 63o and she stays far away? Anyways. When I was going to set up instru I heard tianhui and cheryl talking about the rain. So I decided not to set up haha. So we went back to class for pledge, which is a stoning time for me, waiting for all the singaporeans to remind themselves about their responsibility. Anyways then it was pccg. It was quite interesting. I felt like I am down for a psycological treatment. We talked about controlling emotions and she told us to close our eyes and think of the most upsetting incident that happened. The class was suprisingly serious and quite. I guess our class can be quite and listen to teachers too. Was quite emo when she told us to think about that, everyone should be. And we talked about rational and irrational thinking. I think when people are emo they tend to be irrational. After that was malay. Teacher didn't come so we went to the library to do self study. Then I wanted to look for mrs toh and I went to her office twice but she's not there. Did I mention that yesterday xinyung and me were doing or homework, or for inyung, reading comics on third floor when Mrs Toh saw us and told us to take down all the notices on third and fourth floor. My index finger hurt and we used one whole hour to tear down all of them. The worst ones are the dreamelody ones. They sticked at least 20 pieces of paper on one wall. It's so irritating to see so many identical posters at once. So when I see a spider I hit it using the dreamelody's paper. HAHA *evil*  Anyways back to today. After recess was music. We decided to use the spaghetti poem. After that was chinese and we wrote gong1 han2. Then lunch I smuggled my bag up to the library for geog lesson we talked about weatherings. After that chionged to support our creampuffs. Then it's home ec. We did apple crumble. SOOO NICE! Then it's drama and we used baby powder and water to put on our faces. We took a few retarded pictures with our towel costumes on xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I chionged for band and had no time to wash my face. I just rubbed most of the powder off. After warm ups and tuning, while waiting for others to be tuned, I asked ms chong if I can go and wash my face, because I CANT STAND THE SMELL OF BABY POWDER WITH SOME UNKNOWN CREAM. The cream or the baby powder itself is okay but two of them together, it's just a disaster. Even after I washed my face and neck and hands I still smell of the powder. Even ahma and amanda can smell it. You can imagine how strong it is. And ms chong was quite funny she asked me what's on my face and said she needed to wash her face also. heh actually I know. I saw her rubbing her eyes and she looked tired. Then when I go out she told me to call in percussion, and yes, I realised she knows my name. Maybe it's because she called me so many times to sit straight ( I just can't help it, I have scoliosis and it hurts to sit straight. But I am not as bd as rachel-the-unpokable!). Joy must try to speak up more eh. Tsk tsk. We played funiculi, hymn. Should be that. Can't remember others. Oh, seventy six trombones. I cannot play this song D: Shall go back for lunch pracs more often to prac 76 tbones and hymn. Hymn is actually a really nice song and since now I can play most of it I appreciate it more and more. Nice song (: During the small break between pracs I was playing with this piece of paper on the white board. I blew it and it flew one-arms-length. I realised it's quite short. Anyways the point is, Mr chong saw me and was  giving me that kind of want-to-smile look. So paiseh larh and I started laughing myself and she laughed also. Then they talked about the roomings for japan. Ms Chong was like "Who don't have room mate?" Haha because the last one that has no roomie will sleep with her. Then Rosalind said " Ms Chong you are alone" And we all awh-ed. Then Rosalind said 'shit' and ms chong was like " don't always say the shit word" Then rosalind said faeces. HAHA. It's funny right. Ms Chong said the 4th august esplanade thing is most probably on. I am excited! Ooh. Esplanade you know! And huijuan came back today. Ms Chong said she look chao-da. HAH. Huijuan is nice :D and funny. I remember she always wave hi to me last year. And I still remember her playing the timpani but I don't know which song is it. Heh and after school we met huijuan and valentia downstairs. Huijuan gave me crackers haha so sweet she fed me and joyjoy. But she played with my braces. She was poking it with the cracker -- Then came back boarding school for dinner I want watermelon and not papayas. They love to give papayas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T HAVE BAND UNIFORM!!!! DDDD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want band u D: I wil be so out if I am the only one who don't have band u in clarinets. And we are in the front row so odd one out. And what's the point of buying socks if I don't have band u lorh. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall go already. Byebyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1263998019713784491?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1263998019713784491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1263998019713784491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1263998019713784491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1263998019713784491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1263998019713784491' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-5242497374858846099</id><published>2008-04-04T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:01:17.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to Kallang tennis centre on Monday from 2pm onwards to support the tennis people. It has 2 way transport so don't worry. [: and then 24th april I am going for CIP at Woodlands Primary School. On some day in april I am going for mordern dance concert. So things to do: Apply permission slip for mordern dance concert and band concert. Okay I shall sign off, seriously, it's quite late already. Bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-5242497374858846099?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5242497374858846099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=5242497374858846099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5242497374858846099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5242497374858846099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5242497374858846099' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1746199653146050789</id><published>2008-04-04T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:38:58.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This would be a short post. So I haven't been blogging for ages. Block tests are over, the jap concert's over too. Oh, band sold egg tarts and chewy cream puffs. I had my shift on the past wednesday. It was quite an interesting experience. Me and junqi ran all the way up to 414 to take 3 'kiap kiap' and wash them and ran down to 'deliver' them to cheryl. Oh I remembered something I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nanyang Concert Band is having a concert on 13th May 2008, 7.30pm at Siew May auditorium. Ticket price- not confirmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about today. Lessons were quite normal so it would make the posts even more boring if I talk about them, since it's already so boring. But I have to mention Drama. Drama is always interesting. We did some theory today and did around 7 pancakes. Vanessa's toe hit the wall while running and I guess it hurt. Then blah blah blah and it's lunch prac. I went for lunch prac at 12.30pm because I was doing the irritating chinese comprehension and couldn't finish on time so I stayed back to finish it. There was very little people in the band room. I guess they were all downstairs supporting the stall. So I stoled ah ma's file to prac. Then it's two sleeping lessons (history and home econs). But history was okay and I managed to listen quite properly. Oh, talking about listening. I wonder if it's my ears' problem or it's Mr chow speaking too soft. I can't hear a thing he said so I asked him to speak louder. And suprisingly Justina who's sitting beside me can hear him. In the end he came near my desk and speak very loudly so I heard the rest. Maybe I should change seats because I think I need new glasses, seriously. Although I can still see but I can't see the detailed things and it's quite irritating. Anyways, that has to wait. So no point saying now. I have to wait until the next dental appointment so I can go back to Malaysia and get my glasses done. Back to topic. After school was band. We played hymn and hymn and only, hymn. But it turned out quite okay since I sorted out the running notes and is able to play them. Except the fact that it still sound quite unstable. So I shall 下定决心 to prac harder. It's 5 weeks to concert! But I haven't got the band uniform D: Shall not talk about depressing topics. And Ms Chong decided not to sit on her usual chair today and took the chair beside me. Because a screw from her chair flew out again. And her stand was quite gila too. The upper part slided out two times when Ms Chong wanted to lift the stand. It's so hilarious. HAHA xD So, after today's band prac I found hymn more interesting. Oh I remembered something. We played Latin Favourites too. I saw Hot Latin in Amanda's file so I asked Ahma if it's that one and ah ma said 'yes'. So it's quite funny. We played very funny things and found out that we had the wrong score after 3 bars --" Thanks to Ahma. And Ms Chong was very interested to find out what we had at first. AHMA PLAYED THE WRONG SCORE TOO. HAHAHA. After band tianhui and cheryl sort of scolded the band. They said we didn't improve much from last band prac and I felt quite depressed. And blah blah. So 为了 band, I decided to work even harder. Hmm. Oh Ms Chong asked us if we are interested in performing in August for Esplanade. Esplanade invited us to play for them in, of course, esplanade. It's on 4th August. If I didn't hear wrongly. I think it would be very nice to perform in ESPLANADE. It's like performing in a very high class place. So, I felt quite excited and I really hope we are going for it. I hope it doesn't clash with our exam period. Even if we have to work very hard in studies and prac hard for band at the same time I think it's worth it. Ahh. I spent one hour already! Okay then I shall go already. Thanks to those who bothered to tag at my tagboard. But I won't be replying so often now since I have SO SO SO MANY SIAs AND OM and don't-know-very-small-assignments. Okay byebyes (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1746199653146050789?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1746199653146050789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1746199653146050789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1746199653146050789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1746199653146050789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1746199653146050789' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4869980183163174640</id><published>2008-03-15T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:58:11.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. Shall remind myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap Concert&lt;br /&gt;29th March (saturday)&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade concert hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So must apply curfew form. Apparently ms sim's rules doesn't apply here. How can you expect me to be back by ...9.30pm? Hmph so shall discuss with Alicia and Jessie first. How? Take taxi I think. I think that's all. Whatevvvvver. I wanted to post pictures. Oh wells, a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4869980183163174640?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4869980183163174640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4869980183163174640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4869980183163174640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4869980183163174640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4869980183163174640' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2650646074839989577</id><published>2008-03-12T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:52:24.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh hahahahaha. 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It's so nice and fun and I miss it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 6.40am. Late for 10 minutes. Lol junqi said we come at 6.30 to ba4 wei4 so funny. But in the end alicia very slow so delayed. Then jianing very zibei because she brought a big bag. But in the end many people brought big big bags also. Including me. Haha. Then we chiong in once the classroom door opened. So fun lorh. I sleep beside the door. Then it's junqi. Then the other side is chenxi. But the floor quite dirty. Then so many people still eat in class lorh. They don't seem to know why shouldn't we eat in class lorh. I don't want cockroaches lorh. But in the end they didn't appear. But still. haiz. Then we brought our back pack and went to assemble in the quadrangle. Then we set of to labrador park. So fun I sat with junqi then ate sweets. And I 'pulled' wanglaoshi's hair xD haha. The first thing I saw in the park was mas selamat's face everywhere. Oh wells. There's 4 posters in the toilet. Lol so funny. Then Mr lim Kok Boon was our commandant.Hmm He gave announcements and stuff and I think he had a difficult time. Like everyone is not listening. But I am hmm *suddenly so proud of myself tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said we must be alert at all times. Because of mas selamat hmph. Anyways. We had amazing race. I think trust run was the best. We had so many stations and all the stations are so far apart. Then run till very tired. AND OUR MAP FLEW INTO THE SEA WHEN WE ARE PLAYING TRUST RUN. But in the end we took from one of the stations. They were kind enough to give us theirs. But something quite unpleasant happened to group B. Maybe they shouldn't have let us steal other people's eggs at all. And we should all have the common sense to know what we should do. I hope everyone grew up after this and will know what is right in future. I hope. But since we have to trust each other I believe they will learn. Then junqi became famous. Lol. Her face was red after she applied sunblock the second time maybe her hands were dirty. Then she stone with the teachers haha. eee I want to stone also lorh. Hate running around. Anyways. We had lunch back in school. Was quite nice but didn't manage to enjoy it because I just stuffed everything down. Too hungry :] But the rice was so hard my gastric started groaning. Yuka said the rice feel more like grains. Haha. Quite true. Then it was drama prac. We were given a theme -dragon. And we are supposed to come out with a play and present in on the last day of camp. So. Everyone was shouting and chenxi used the mike. But nobody listened. So in the end everyone shout shout shout. So me junqi and jessie stoned and listened to them shouting. And luckily I didn't need to tie the dragontail. I gave it to yixuan xD who is the dragon prince. Kahmun lent me her red snow white cape because I am the dragon king! And I wore the black suit with the red cape. In the end I looked more like vampire and dracula than a dragon king. But never mind haha it's still fun. I had 3 lines. Angry ones. The scene was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone came to whisper whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shout " How dare he! Call in dwyn Ing now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixuan comes in and says "yes father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "You fell in love? With a mortal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixuan "yes. I love her with all my heart. Till death do us part!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "YOU SCANDALOUS LITTLE DRAGON! END THIS RELATIONSHIP AT ONCE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixuan "NO I WON'T!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me " Then she, and all her people, shall die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I found that I had 4 lines. Yuka was the ugly princess and shannon was the human king. So Funny he tied cushion over her stomach and looked fat. In the end very humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was shower time! Went into the last two cubicles because there's shower heads xD I used 6.09 minutes! Yay. Then it was dinner. I nearly puked when I ate the bean sprouts. In the end I didn't touch the bean sprouts again. *guilty* Then was movie screening and I realised my parents called me twice. So I chiong to tell wanglaoshi and chiong to give the tickets to them but chiong untill half I saw my dad's stomach so I stopped. They were looking at the teachers' photos outside general office. They said they saw mr chow and told him I haven't gave them the tickets. So he asked for my name and class and let them in xD but we had our movie in the hall as it was raining. So stuffy and hot. DRUMLINE is soo soo soo so so so so so so nice. Oops too many of them. But I found that they blast a lot. Only the main character's band had some tone. Because I don't really hear the nice round sound from other bands. So weird, Maybe it's because they were military bands. Anyways, I like the conductor the most. And I don't really like the main character, whatever his name is. After movie was the evaluation. Everyone was so sleepy. After that was batch photo taking! Mdm Ong took for us. After that Rie and Pau chiong down so we took again. After that we went to brush our teeth and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.40. Then when I opened my eyes I saw junqi's face. Sort of jumped. Then I woke her up. Then we stoned for a while and went to brush teeth. rise and shine was nan zhong quan. I only remember the first 3 zhao1 and the last one. So others just luan4luan4lai2. haha but I remembered some again. Revived my memory. ahaa. then it's breakfast. the packet of milo tasted diluted. Then it was telematch. Fun! not too many stations but was all fun! haha Enjoyed myself. Then lunch. Nice! There's a suprise yougurt party at 3. Before we started our stations I went to wash my glasses and mr chow came to talk to me and junqi. He told us to warn our friends that the floor will be slippery so must be careful. The leadership games went quite smoothly. But before we started they all argued about footwear. In the end we stick to sports shoes. Which is just right for me. I don't like to wear slippers around. Then we went to help mr lim arrange the chairs, 500 ehh. Then got very dusty and sweaty. And mr tiong came to help us. then we went to bathe first because we didn't want to go down for lord of wars. But we asked mr lim first. and he gave us permission to bathe before everyone. Me and junqi went to bathe first. Then when I came out I saw mr tiong on second floor and I shouted hi. Then he said " come and help! We need people to help in the hall" I was like -.- And I said " I comb my hair first can?" Then I pulled junqi down also. And mr tiong told us to arrange the chairs wider and pulled out the unnessesary things. Then I saw rae. Then I went 'Rae! Hello!" With a bright smile. She look so blur haha but I don't blame her. we don't know each other. But she is joy's beloved junior. She brought the drunset into the hall for talent time. Haa. Then me junqi and mr tiong sat down in the 105 line and talked. We laughed about the class tag it looks different from others because we mended it last year *we broke it* xD And we talked about everything. So nice. He's nice to talk to. And we sat on the chairs we arranged. Mr Tiong said he's going to leave soon. So sad right. Aihhyoyo. Then we had dinner. Quite nice also! Then night trail was hot and stuffy but quite fun. But my knees had blueblack. Or should I say the blueblack got worse. Hmm. we crawled under the tables. I wanted to sneeze but I managed to control my sneeze xD hahaha. Then there's this game that made me and yuka so pissed. It's not the game's problem. It's the people playing it. Like what. We wanted to help too. We want them to cross the lines also. And you, have no right to shout and scream at us. What kind of attitude is this. I know you want to control everything. But that's not the right way. You only make people angry. Have you ever seen a real leader screaming before? they have their own way of leading people. And not frown and scream at us when we are trying to HELP and we are NOT fooling around. Why? I can just sit behind and let you all work. We are trying to participate in the game. And you? Chasing us away! I don't think we can bond well if this carries on. I am seriously dissapointed in you. You changed a lot. the 'you' I know is no longer here. the first sms in my phone is the one you sent to me when I had sore eye and wasn't able to attend lsc. Why? you totally sound so different. You changed. A lot. You seemed to enjoy screaming and act cute ( I know that's mean but that's what I feel) and I will get so irritated. You seem to be obssessed in your cca and talks about nothing but your cca. Don't you realised I am not interested in your cca and knew nothing about it? I, once enjoyed talking to you. But now I chose to keep quiet. All I can say is, 我看错人了. Maybe I made a mistake in the start of the year. But you still seem lovable sometimes. I don't know. I hope you will be the old person I know, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then junqi went to the sick bay because she had gastric pain. Then in the end she is widely known. haha Luckily she came back to sleep with us in the quadrangle. So worried about her lorh. So I wasn't concentrating in the last game I played. haha but junqi turned out pink and healthy in the end. Then I was so -.- worried so much then she's okay. Worried for nothing lorh. Haha we went to the quadrangle at around 10.20pm. Junqi and me walked around then we found that all the teachers were staring at us so we went to the toilet. haha. Then we lie on our sleeping bags and took off our glasses. Then suddenly someone came and called junqi and started talking to junqi. I thought it was someone from other classes because she was wearing last year's camp tee. then I put on my glasses and found that she was miss goh. I shouted alamak lorh. So shocked. Because I was qiao4 jiao3 -ing. I was talking to junqi before that then she say pose for the sec ones so I put my leg up and put my hands behind my head. Then suddenly ms goh appeared. Then we chatted with her. And we stoned. When she came back again she found us in the same position. And she laughed at us -.- I fell asleep on my sleeping bag and woke up at 2.35 am. Then there's condensation on the sleeping bag so I went into the sleeping bag and fell asleep again. Then I woke up in 5.45am, shook junqi up again. haha went up to wash up and came down for rise and shine. Nan zhong quan again. Remembered a few strokes more. Then breakfast. Then we helped to clear the toilets. And after we finished the 209 people who are supposed to clear it came. In the end we helped them do their work. And they didn't even say thank you lorh. Then it was drama performance. Felt very nervous. It's the first time I perform on stage when I have individual lines. But after I projected my first line all the nervousness fell back. Ahh how I enjoy shouting at the audience. It is relaxing. haha. Yi xuan was very funny haha. When she say the 'I love her with all my heart' part everyone was laughing. Then it was very successful. We only exceeded 20 seconds. It's the best result we had. And all judges loved our play. Oh, mrs toh was one of the judges also and that's also why I am nervous. I was so happy it's so successful. I really enjoyed it. After this was prize presentation. We didn't win anything though. But JOY WON THE BEST LEADER AWARD!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE! haha (: see? I knew you can do it! :) hehe. JOY and JOY won the awards. such a joyous moment, quotes from Mr Ng. Then we went back to class to do the evaluation. It was so long long long. But I think we should have been more cooperative. INstead of grumbling we should have just continued the thing, and it's not the moniter's fault right? so we shouldn't complain in a way that it seems like it's the monitor's fault. I guess we still have to improve a lot. And we have to behave well in class. Even mrs kuan was angry with us you know. And Mrs Ho! Wanglaoshi! Mr Chow! They are all good teachers lorh. So sad we made them angry. Anyways, after the evaluation then everyone chionged home. That's all about camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7966506830767434970?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7966506830767434970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7966506830767434970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7966506830767434970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7966506830767434970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7966506830767434970' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7333323809054523727</id><published>2008-02-24T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:10:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now's dinner was scary man. There's this indian hitting the other indian's head with a helmet. Then it has this "pok pok pok' sound. And they were heading near us and we ran away with out food xD. found a table that is very far from them and continued eating. The fight is so sudden lorh. They were beside our table. Then suddenly one of them stood up and started banging his helmet at the other person. what kind of world. tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to stop the tears once you lose the power that controls yourself. I don't know if I am insensitive to my feelings or I don't dare to think of it. I guessed I stretched myself too much and cracks are now revealing. No matter how much water you put the crack is still there. why do I sound like a lump of dried up clay? never mind. I feel like a shen jing bing cause tears will start streaming because of small things. like, thinking about the kindergarten life and realise that is ten years ago. I don't know. that is quite abnormal I guess. Then about the game. why? can't you all give more constructive comments and suggest how to improve the game and not telling us to cancel the game because it is not good, which they think their game is. They said it's more of a mental game and they think they are pieces of the leader and they are not participating in the game. The point of the game is to let them know how everyone must work with the leader are else nothing can be done. Obviously they did not catch the point. I am not sure they will ever catch that. I guess people has their limits when it comes to understanding so I don't blame them. hmm. So I tried to be patient and ask them how can we improve. you know what they said. WTH they said "you can't improve it. it's not even a leadership game. the only thing you can do is to cancel it." fine that's not up to me. And obviously wang laoshi wants us to write down the comments and improve on the game. So how are we going to improve the game? Cancel it. wang laoshi said "No." So? What? I don't know. And I am not going to care about it. Oh and they claim that it's very hot and dizzy because their eyes are covered. You know why? Because Kah mun told them to bring blindfolds to school and I don't know what they are up to. trying to be funny? they used PE shirts and jackets to cover their eyes. If I was one of them I would probably faint or something. I sometimes doubt that if people has common sense. But I know we had to improve of some places. Like giving clearer instructions, be organised ourselves. which is quite impossible. It's so obvious that 210 people of our group are not cooperating. except for one. I realise they scold their friends stupid when they were in other discussions and not with them. Which I think, is no good. I don't care who you are. CCA mates?Hmm. The problem is 205 is not interacting with 210. Serious problem. The whole proposal was written by me and kah mun. The only thing the other class gave was. This tiny piece of paper. The first proposal that was written by them was like. The piece of paper stapled to the proposal. And NOTHING ELSE EXCEPT FOR THE NAMES. So. We squeezed everything out of our brain. And out came this proposal. And this is the result. I don't know. Maybe we are stupid and they(people who gave us those comments?) are much cleverer. Maybe we have different understandings of leadership.( actually I am sure we have. They actually thinks that running around shouting all the way is the need to show leadership. Why? the point is, like what I have mentioned just now. Other people have to cooperate with the leader. Which means you need to believe in the leader and follows the instructions clearly. Whatever. It makes me sad and dissapointed and angry when I think of this. It is just hard to communicate with different people from different backgrounds and different characters. Should I just ignore them? I don't have the energy to deal with them. Maybe I should hide away. Hmm. Good choice. But no, I won't do that. I would probably end up unhappy again but I will face them. Hmm that sounds braver. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. Thank you joyjoy :) Ahh. I shall sleep and not think of these things. There are so many happy things in our lifes and we always dwells on the few sad things. So I shall dream about happy things. And blog about my happy dreams and happy things the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7333323809054523727?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7333323809054523727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7333323809054523727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7333323809054523727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7333323809054523727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7333323809054523727' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4810052579016390264</id><published>2008-02-22T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:45:57.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haizzzzz. having math now. And I don't understand a thing he said. just emo-ed just now. :/ feel so shi bai can. Shall elaborate next time. too stressed I think. Need to tell my dad to teach me the graph thing. Okay. it's recess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4810052579016390264?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4810052579016390264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4810052579016390264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4810052579016390264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4810052579016390264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4810052579016390264' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4656948824644283515</id><published>2008-02-08T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:12:28.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures when I was around six xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXUlffxeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WEoP14CydJI/s1600-h/Smell+Good+after+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXUlffxeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WEoP14CydJI/s320/Smell+Good+after+bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164528515116156386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXU1ffxfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vwyo1hkNlxM/s1600-h/A+MUST+in+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXU1ffxfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vwyo1hkNlxM/s320/A+MUST+in+bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164528519411123698" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXVlffxgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z6pOBq9qx-M/s1600-h/Young+gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXVlffxgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z6pOBq9qx-M/s320/Young+gangster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164528532296025602" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wWR1ffxXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/01AWj4Sgh3o/s1600-h/At+Home.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wWSFffxYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4H4lje0mOEE/s1600-h/B+1st+day+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wWSFffxYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4H4lje0mOEE/s320/B+1st+day+to+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164527372654855554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year!!! DONG DONG QIANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVoVffxSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GvT3O7e47tI/s1600-h/08cny8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVoVffxSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GvT3O7e47tI/s320/08cny8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164526655395317026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVo1ffxTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7VMH3WzjZ_I/s1600-h/08cny19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVo1ffxTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7VMH3WzjZ_I/s320/08cny19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164526663985251634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVpFffxUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PEneL3mUluc/s1600-h/08CNY22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVpFffxUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PEneL3mUluc/s320/08CNY22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164526668280218946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVplffxVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SfLS1NYmZKE/s1600-h/08CNY27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVplffxVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SfLS1NYmZKE/s320/08CNY27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164526676870153554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVp1ffxWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gpqQ2-jsxHM/s1600-h/08CNY25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wVp1ffxWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gpqQ2-jsxHM/s320/08CNY25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164526681165120866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXTlffxcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5iMY8ysyuuQ/s1600-h/08cny5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXTlffxcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5iMY8ysyuuQ/s320/08cny5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164528497936287170" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXT1ffxdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PXXoVzMv4-8/s1600-h/08cny3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXT1ffxdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PXXoVzMv4-8/s320/08cny3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164528502231254482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4656948824644283515?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4656948824644283515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4656948824644283515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4656948824644283515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4656948824644283515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4656948824644283515' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/R6wXUlffxeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WEoP14CydJI/s72-c/Smell+Good+after+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7363794049713259218</id><published>2008-02-07T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:40:13.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; YEAR!!!!\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again. Yes I am normal enough to talk now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I am back at home now :D So happy! And I took loads of photos haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found the old pictures of me. haha Saw myself 自拍 when I was six xD. .No wonder I don't fancy that now, I actually find it a bit weird. And I was so skinny (which means normal to you all as my point of view is quite different HAHA) when I was seven and eight. haa and I blew up like a ball like what I am now, isn't too good. Hmm. *feeling guilty for eating so much just now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I always find the shampoo at home nicer, the air fresher well everything better. Though, I can't say that the boarding school is not nice, it's quite comfortable actually, QUITE. But I still prefer home, which I believe everyone will think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall spend more time with my family so bye byeeeeee. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7363794049713259218?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7363794049713259218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7363794049713259218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7363794049713259218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7363794049713259218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7363794049713259218' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-5954866582088234486</id><published>2008-02-04T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:26:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh. SO much homework D:&lt;br /&gt;math written task&lt;br /&gt;math CDWS AL2&lt;br /&gt;math textbook&lt;br /&gt;LA essay&lt;br /&gt;Geog workbook and workheet&lt;br /&gt;drama journal&lt;br /&gt;december holiday essay&lt;br /&gt;chinese sia&lt;br /&gt;yue du bao gao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to do the functional writing. hmm. Shall continue to focus on the LOAD of homework. :X BLEH BLEH BLEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLEHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-5954866582088234486?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5954866582088234486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=5954866582088234486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5954866582088234486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/5954866582088234486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5954866582088234486' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8305795278210840084</id><published>2008-01-30T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:01:49.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeee! Hi again. :D Haven't posted for so long. Almost drowned by the sudden wave of project due dates xD haha I knew it was going to come but it feels loads better after all of it haha. Not so stressed xD But the WAVE OF TESTS are coming up. So jia you to myself then. Haha I didn't know I can be so enthu about CME. I wrote this 800+ words speech for CME :D haha 成就感 ehh. Then I was enthu about history assignment just now. Thanks Joy for helping me after me helping her haha. I don't make sense oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice fine day. Dilly wally... haha did class discussion ws during math but I can't even finish what he gave us yesterday. He gave so so so so much homework! Irritating man, quite one. He said we had to practice a lot for the speed and made us do all the boring stuff. Other than that it was quite okay. Just that I am irritated when he kepting wanting us to put up our hands.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's chinese. Wang laoshi marked out the words for next time's ting xie. And there's this word 求神问卜 the last word pronounced as bu. but it's 多音字 so I said it's bo! haha so funny then I laughed and laughed and wang laoshi laughed also. Then others were so blur that I needed to explain then yunge burst out laughing hahahaha. Quite a nice sight. xD&lt;br /&gt;Then I ate during recess because there's lunch prac today. After that was science. Had quiz and learnt about acids today.  Then it's Lang Arts. Mr Chow went for some seminar so he didn't come to class today. We need to do this assignment then the passage is about the sufferings of chickens and ducks. haha. :X Like how they force feed the ducks and confine the chickend in their A4 size cages. And the passage said they found burst oesophaguses and stomachs of ducks due to the force-feeding. So sickening blahh.&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch. Went for the 2nds prac. Tian hui took me and chunhui and tabby took amanda and connie. Played Postcards and jalan jalan. Quite okay larh. Then chiong for assembly. I went during first bell lorh. So chiong like siao but in the end I am still considered early. xD haha oh wells. Talked about the school rules and school motto.  Then I went all around the school with joyjoy. She went to second floor humanities dept then we went to canteen and we saw mr tan again. He came to talk to us and he asked us why are we always together xD. Sounded so wrong. haha. Then we went to return class key and joy went back to class and took something to print and went back to the humanities dept to hand in the project. Then we went to photocopy the newspaper for LA. And finally I am here. haha That's all for today!! haha byebye ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8305795278210840084?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8305795278210840084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8305795278210840084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8305795278210840084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8305795278210840084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8305795278210840084' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1984369545536449361</id><published>2008-01-23T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:38:16.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KU KLUX KLAN!! haha I am being random today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Amanda TAN's birthday! weeee. :D Sang birthday song two times today.&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to our lessons today. First period was ...oh. Chinese. Wang laoshi said most of us need to redo corrections haha but I DON'T HAVE TO!! hahah, I am 'chuan4'. Then it's lang arts. Quite okay. TKAM is a nice book :D Then recess chiong to eat because have lunch prac today. After that was math. Stoned in the comp lab to DO MATH. What's the point luh. Just that there's air cond, which is good! After that was home econs. Still stone in comp lab. Did the coursework. Lunch then went to prac. Played postcard. Gelang sipaku gelang.... hahaha The tune stucked in my head. After that was geography. Quite boring. Went through map reading again and did another map. Then it's CME. Talked about 感恩 and stuff. It made sense to me, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;Aww. and today Shannon and Joling went home because they were sick. Then Audrey did not come today. So our class is quite empty today. So sad right. Okay I need to go and not slack so much. Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1984369545536449361?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1984369545536449361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1984369545536449361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1984369545536449361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1984369545536449361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1984369545536449361' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8342662254639199778</id><published>2008-01-21T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:14:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHA WAIT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BOARDING SCHOOL'S HAVING REUNION DINNER ON 30TH JAN SO I HAVE TO BRING MY RED NEW CLOTHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY! HAHA :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8342662254639199778?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8342662254639199778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8342662254639199778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8342662254639199778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8342662254639199778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8342662254639199778' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6421332337457927524</id><published>2008-01-21T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:16:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>00000000000OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooh. I am sorry bloggie. HAHA I negleted you for so long. Ahh. It has been a long time since I blog I guess. So, what should I blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oah haha. Yes I am bloggin about today. Um woke up around 7.20 then blah blah. Went to school for national anthem. Then clarinets got a new tuner haha. So funny it's grey. And....I tuned myself? haha Mr lim said we sounded nice and bright. Cheryl was happy! haha Then it's LA. Talked about TKAM for 1.5 hours. But we got a 10 minutes break. So, I went to drop my survey form in the box outside aesthetics dept. Then chinese. Rushed the whole thing because we did li jie wen da. Quite okay la. Then it's science. suddenly audrey said something to evie and both of them started laughing then jessie tan laughed too then shannon told jessie tan something and Shannon laughed at herself. She went "hehe..." And all of us started laughing. So funny. Then I didn't know so I was the last one to stop laughing. Rosanne claims that my laughter sounds like a sheep so she started laughing and everyone laughed again. Ms goh was interested in what's going on in class. After that was lunch. Queued for 30 minutes and ate my food in 3minutes 50 seconds. Then rushed for music. We had gamelan workshop today. I played saron barung. haha. Then I to look for joy and she went look for me. She went library and my class and everywhere but I was looking for her outside her classroom. Then we went canteen. Bought lime juice and rice. Haha wasn't full enough. Then we walked up to library and I found a smily face on the floor. The staircase outside english dept. And we saw mr tan. haha then here we are. awwwwwh I am too popular haha people are taking photos of me! actually no. they are people from china on some exchange programme. Okay that's all for today!! woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6421332337457927524?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6421332337457927524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6421332337457927524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6421332337457927524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6421332337457927524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6421332337457927524' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3537512515170264052</id><published>2008-01-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:52:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of prep on monday:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly , I said 'Yes m... here' hehe. Was thinking aboutband that time. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT. Fine. Byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3537512515170264052?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3537512515170264052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3537512515170264052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3537512515170264052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3537512515170264052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3537512515170264052' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8216686186892123796</id><published>2008-01-07T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:23:56.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year!!&lt;br /&gt;I know this is slow but, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School had been busy.Had my first quiz of the year today xD.TKAM quiz! Anyways it's an open book quiz so it doesn't matter. And Yuka had the same book as me ^^ Oh zhen may has a blog.hehehe. Spammed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of homework lorhh.&lt;br /&gt;1. Visual Diary&lt;br /&gt;2. Study for Chem quiz.&lt;br /&gt;3. email wang laoshi the compos.&lt;br /&gt;4. read TKAM again.&lt;br /&gt;5. chinese textbooks pg 8 and 14.&lt;br /&gt;5. OM research.&lt;br /&gt;6. chem SIA proposal.&lt;br /&gt;7. home econs proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for the first four days of school. Hmph. Oh I have juniors now! But they were a disappointment. Like Doodle is to their family. Not that they will die like Doodle xD. But no,they are not nice enough for me. I am seriously too cool for them =D Me xinyung and zhenmay went to their room on the first night and they were...reluctant to speak. They practically shooed us out when there's an announcement made.They were writing down luhh and they wanted to join JCRC. I heard them saying 'That's for sec 2s and above only?' with a 'bushuang' look. Some might say they are hyperactive? But I think they are just being rude. They didn't even have the basic manners. They were talking away when people are presenting something and literally interrupted them for a stupid question. Oh! they didn't even cared to say hi to the seniors even when the seniors said hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, enough of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of it. I just got my leave forms signed. Haha suprisingly Mrs Toh was kind enough. Yes. Enough. And Mrs Chek seemed in a bad mood. Haha I didn't have to deal with her though. She's not in charge these leaves anymore. Um. I forgot who's my tutor xD. I think it's Ms Sim or something. Never seen her before. Oh I stay in A306 this year! With xinyung jessie and hwei yee. And today morning was a disaster. I walked into the toilet and found traces of ...blood on the floor. That's gross enough right? But I FOUND THAT I STEPPED ON ONE DROP OF IT!!!! Ewwwwwwwww. I washed my leg three times and still feel it dirty. It itches my heart xD. But seriously I know who's is it but I don't know what to do with her. hmph. So I went down with Jessie and Alicia for early breakfast at 7.30am. because of band. But alas, the cleared away around 7.30 so it's too late. hmm. So we went to the school canteen for breakfast. I bought a packet of milo and I accidentally sprayed milo on my files. I am glad that files are made of plastic. At least mine is. HAH. Then we rushed for national anthem. Then went back to class and first lesson was Lang arts. Had a open book quiz on to kill a mocking bird. Then chinese. Talked about 心理描写. So bored. And it's science. Ms Goh brief us on the Science SIA project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. for teachers of 205'08&lt;br /&gt;form teacher -Wang dandan laoshi.&lt;br /&gt;co-form- should be Mr Peter. Or, &lt;em&gt;Sir&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lang arts- Mr Chow. Quite a nice teacher who looks lik a doctor. He talks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;chinese- wang dandan laoshi.&lt;br /&gt;cme- mdm tye&lt;br /&gt;Integrated math- Mr Peter.&lt;br /&gt;Science- I only remember Ms Goh who's teaching us chem this year again.&lt;br /&gt;PE- Ms Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;Conversational Malay xD- Ms hanim&lt;br /&gt;History- Mrs Kuan&lt;br /&gt;Geography- I forgot. I haven't had geog yet.&lt;br /&gt;music- Mrs Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that all! Okay byeeee I shall go and find more books to read &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; finish my homwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8216686186892123796?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8216686186892123796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8216686186892123796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8216686186892123796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8216686186892123796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8216686186892123796' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8058232692200173721</id><published>2007-12-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:22:30.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed font and colours. I think it's more colourful now haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I went for a co concert yester day and it is nice hehe. And I reached home around 2am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog next time :D bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8058232692200173721?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8058232692200173721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8058232692200173721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8058232692200173721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8058232692200173721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8058232692200173721' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2347136145270629997</id><published>2007-12-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:51:18.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, long time no see :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cameron highlands then come back immediately jatuh sakit le. Okay shall post about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7. I think. We wanted to reach there earlier haha XD. Anyways, we drove on the highways and we went to air hitam to buy PAO *pauline?* Nice. YUM Then we went back to the highways. Stopped at KL for lunch. Shall post some pictures next time. The shop was so ... old and dark but the food was soo soooo sooooooo nice HAH. Nearly chewed my tongue off. Then we went the wrong way and missed the highway part so we went back into the highways in Ipoh. Then there's traffic jam on the highways&lt;br /&gt;-.- I thought highways means no jam. HAHA then we turned round and round, so nice. Saw "air terjun"s. HAHA THEN I SAW THIS COMPLEX CALLED FLAMINGO PLAZA!! It's meant for me! :D Anyways. We drove around and I saw this erm, angmoh taking photos with a bunch of rambutan *pauline??* and she looks so happy XD. Then we saw a shop selling strawberries( from cameron highlands itself) and the 广告牌 says 'self plucking strawberries' LOL. get it? Anyways I saw my primary school teacher with her family. Then we checked in to equitorial hotel. After that we went pasar malam. Wanted to buy something for joy and xinyung but didn't find anything. I wanted to find a fish for joy lorhh. then went for dinner. had steamboat. THEN I had asam laksa in the hotel. bought that from pasar malam. heh. We bought lots of fruits too. They look so nice can.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hotel. Watched tv. xiao hai bu ben 2 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;woke up and went for breakfast at the place I saw the angmoh AND the rambutan yesterday. Had loads of stuff lorh. Then we drove around again. Saw the convent school. So nice. HAHA we went to a shop to um use the toilet haha. We saw many farms. My mum bought cactus xD actually 3 lah. Wait. I don't get what I mean now haha. Never mind. I bought soft drinks later on. Then we had ice-creams. And we went to watch the strawberries self pluck xD They didn't anyway. aha. Then we went to have dinner. wanted to try a new stall but anyway, the person who takes the order was unpleasant so went back to the other stall. Didn't have steamboat though. Had something light. About the unpleasant experience. We sat down there then this person came to take orders. She wasn't answering the question my dad asked. didn't understand what she said. Anyway she look annoyed so well we are annoyed too. My dad said it's okay and we are leaving so we paid for the tea we ordered. Then she snathed the money and turned and threw her things onto another table and stomped in. Hell where's the basic manners. My dad was bu shuang and went in and told the people inside that they should sack her off for good. I don't know, I think she don't need to express her anger this way, or, why would she feel angry? I guess there's a reason why the stall has no business.  then we went to the other stall. After dinner we went to the pasar malam again to get the things I am going to give to joyjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;and xinyung. Then we went back to the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Went back around noon. My dad got his car that broke down xD in KL. So me and my dad goes in one and my mum with my bro in the other car. We had dinner in Senai and I had my favorite Nyonya fish. Hmm Reached home around 8.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I had sore throat and a bad headache. Kept me occupied the whole day. Almost slept away the day. Went to see the doctor the next day. Haha. He's kind of ..cute. At least he looks friendly PLUS he's good in his job. He's the one who found out I had pneumonia if not I could have my lungs cut off by now. That what the other doctor said. He says if it's delayed the mucus in my lungs will become pus and they will have to get then out in a operation, if worse, cut the part off. That sounds so ...gross. Anyways, I got much better after having the antibiotics. Never mind. I shall go now. BYEBYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2347136145270629997?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2347136145270629997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2347136145270629997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2347136145270629997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2347136145270629997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2347136145270629997' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1643105134794229010</id><published>2007-12-06T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:50:08.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>因为陌生，所以勇敢，因为距离，所以美丽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　人总是在无可依靠时才会显出自己的勇敢，拼斗人生。陌生的一切，会激起一个人的斗志。不论一个人显得多么的懦弱，他都极有可能有别人没有的意志。就算是一个不到13岁的孩子，都有能力离乡背井，独自一个人在一个完全陌生的地方面对所有的事、开始全新的生活。从父母无微不至的照顾，到离开父母到新环境里修学；从开始对家的强烈思念到逐渐的麻木、习惯；要在短时间内适应种种变化、压力，实在不简单。之所以能做到，是因为 – 勇敢。为什么人们会有这种勇气来面对这一切？因为有爱。作家古龙就在他的一本书里说过， “古今往来的英雄豪杰，能够立大功成大事，都是因为这 ‘勇气’两个字。但勇气并不是凭空而来，是因为爱，父子间的亲情，朋友间的友情，男女间的感情，对人类的同情，对生命的珍惜，对国家的忠心，这些都是爱。若没有爱，谁知道这个世界会变成个什么样的世界。。。”家人是为了孩子的将来，将他们送到陌生的地方求学，目的是让他们得到最好的学习环境，他们，对孩子充满希望。孩子感受到父母的爱，也是因为他们的爱，给了他们最大的鼓励和勇气；也是因为孩子对父母的爱，他们不让父母失望，勇敢地走下去，走向他们的未来。孩子与亲人分开了，不代表疏远了家；反而，就是因为不能天天在一起，才会更加珍惜对方，彼此之间的感情会更深一层。没有经历过的人，会很难理解，可能会觉得这一切有点夸张。当我看见 “因为陌生，所以勇敢，因为距离，所以美丽。”这句话时，感触良多，觉得它十分有意思。就因为我经历过，所以我理解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我汗。没想到一时的感触也能让我写那么多。哦，这句话的来源：&lt;a href="http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/chenhong82/mail/nice.htm"&gt;http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/chenhong82/mail/nice.htm&lt;/a&gt; 那句话不明显，没用心看，可能还会忽略了。&lt;a href="http://www.mtv139.com/mp3/love_qing/friend.htm "&gt;http://www.mtv139.com/mp3/love_qing/friend.htm &lt;/a&gt;另外，这一个和刚才那一个都是朋友寄来的，有空看看，挺有意思的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1643105134794229010?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1643105134794229010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1643105134794229010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1643105134794229010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1643105134794229010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1643105134794229010' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1333164516870771970</id><published>2007-12-06T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:48:54.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah! I am going to talk about my dream again. I think my brain is a little weird these days XD keep having strange dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this time I am in this hotel room with Charis, huizhen and sherlyn. I was standing facing the window watching some show. Then my mind drifted away and started thinking about something else, I couldn't remember. Then I 隐约saw someone (performing)lit the fire to burn something.Then the other person (also performing)suddenly flew up so high and reached our window! Well, I didn't know what happened after that. After that Charis(clarinet)showed me a video and it's of the show. Then I saw that the person that flew up was janabel(percussion)! hahaha. Then I was like "uh...gosh" Then after that Janabel came and told me not to tell joy about the show XD Then it switched to another dream. About my ex classmates. It was the last day of school and I was sitting beside baa and moo. Then we still have homework to do. Draw a picture of something and make biscuits :D hehe. Then before the bell rang jiajun was drawing on the blackboard. Then I helped him by drawing the table. hahaha. Then the teacher was so agitated because we dirtied the blackboard that is cleaned just before that. XD Then after school ended baa and me forgot what homework we had so we went to ask someone. We saw jia ing then I said "虽然品行不太好（偷笑:D winks）可是功课。。。”then baa said “他是会记下来的*:D* then jia ing hit me :O hehe then...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1333164516870771970?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1333164516870771970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1333164516870771970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1333164516870771970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1333164516870771970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1333164516870771970' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-129548247295273967</id><published>2007-12-03T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:23:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered something. I put up braces last Friday. Yep and it's green. Uhh,so uncomfortable. Feels like there's something in the mouth and my front teeth hurts so I can't play my clarinet yet. :( And I can't bite properly because the dentist said that I will bite away all the braces so he stucked something (I don't know what it is called)on my teeth so I can only bite with one tooth. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamt of so many random things yesterday. At first my brother and me were sitting on a bed and my mum told us that we are in a spaceship. And we are going to Italy XD. So we set off. And I slept and dreamt that the pillow is talking to me and the pillow is bleeding. Dreamt of a dream. So amusing. Then my aunt came into our room and used the comp ther. And she was complaining about how childish the games are. Then suddenly julie started a conversation with me. She asked me if I know how to set up some game and my I didn't know but my aunt said she knew so she started typing on the keyboard real fast and soon there's this movie like game. haha. Then it somehow switched to the time when band camp ends, and I realised that I lost so many things. I remembered I brought this gigantic luggage bag and in the end I was left with a small bag, without the sleeping bag. XD Then I went for the other camp in my primary school. Then there's a bomb in the school that exploded and there were many soldiers rushing in and everyone was screaming and running towards the hall. Then I saw the one of the soldiers is my friend so I met up with her. Then we waited for the people to move and I saw my primary school friends ( I was amused when I woke up becuase I wasn't close to the friends I dreamt of I didn't see any of my close friends. Anyway I didn't of that when I was dreaming xD) Junwei, Xueying, Florence? haha they were looking at me as if I am going to die, they were crying and shouting and told me to run. HAHAHAHA. Then another bomb exploded so my friend(the soldier) and I ran and ran. Then we saw this person selling bicycles( in the hall -.-) and we bought one and cycled to the 地下乐器室. I jumped of the bicycle first and ran down to wait for my friend and she crashed into the wall. She wasn't hurt though. Then we went in together and we found all the soldiers there. There wasn't any lights and it's dark outside. I guess it's at night. Ohh, I even felt so out because I am the only one who isn't a soldier. And I am supposed to be in the camp with my friends and I am with the army xD We slept there and a bus came to fetch us on the next day. I wanted to call back home but I didn't. I thought my parents will believe I am alive? safe? I didn't know what happened after that because my mum woke me up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, random quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Doctor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-7.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are practical, sharp, and very intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and energetic, you are a problem solver who doesn't get discouraged easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are also quite compassionate and caring. You make people feel hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;You're highly adaptable and capable. You do well with almost any curve ball life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are always learning new subjects&lt;br /&gt;- Use your knowledge to solve problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good therapist or detective.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mood Ring is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/blue.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovable&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/"&gt;Mood Ring Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's Not a Violent Bone in Your Body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cool and collected, even when someone really gets under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you don't blow up when you're angry, you know how to express your anger calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't bottle emotions up or let them get out of control. For you, violence would never be an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Developing Ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/developing-ideas.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take a spark of inspiration and turn it into a full fledged concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at brainstorming, visualizing, organizing, and independent thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural sciences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-129548247295273967?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/129548247295273967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=129548247295273967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/129548247295273967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/129548247295273967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#129548247295273967' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2586890016871280986</id><published>2007-12-03T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:00:57.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Logical-Mathematical Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/logical.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are great at finding patterns and relationships between things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always curious about how things work, you love to set up experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need for the world to make sense - and are good at making sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a head for numbers and math ... and you can solve almost any logic puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great scientist, engineer, computer programmer, researcher, accountant, or mathematician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2586890016871280986?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2586890016871280986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2586890016871280986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2586890016871280986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2586890016871280986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2586890016871280986' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3149815723140240514</id><published>2007-12-03T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:57:16.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21 days! I didn't blog for the last 21 days and now! haha I shall blog. duhhh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL THANK ALL THE PEOPLE THAT WISHED ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND, FOR ALL THE PRESENTS YOU GAVE ME!Yuka for the card and letter, Joyjoy for Bluargh, Rie Pauuuu for the snacks and the dog-like gun cute picture xD, Theo for the Twisties, annddd Nutty and Treehouse from my SECTION! yay! haha -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ohhh. I found another kind of face : -,= With the nice mouth xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about band camp first. Hmm. Lugged many things there then I found that the reporting time was 8.30 and I THOUGHT IT WAS 8. Only Charlotte was there so we started talking and it's the first time we talked to each other. Then we played ice-breaking games? Introduce ourselves then everyone will say hello. But everyone was dead luhh. Then we played the flour game. There our two pairs everytime, standing facing the other pair and there's a "big cloth" between them. So when the cloth is taken away the pairs are supposed to shout the other two people's name. The slower pair will get flour!! I didn't get any because I am fast enough. XD Okay then we were splitted into 7 groups for games! I am the first one being called xD So I am the first person in the first group. I was the only sec 1 at first because wanting was late. So there's Quinza, Cynthia, Amanda, Wanting.... I can't remember haha. never mind. Our first station was the crack-the-egg game. So We need to use our head the crack the egg and I was second last to crack. Luckily my head is hard enough. Then we had to beat the egg using our fingers. Then, &lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I forgot xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember there's this game when we hae to sit in a line and pour water into the mouth of the person behind us WITHOUT LOOKING. My shirt was wet and I looked like I was drooling. haha. Cynthia was behind me and I told her to bite the cup so she was saved by me! Oh and the egg game, another one xD. Hold the egg on the spoon and run on the track haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging anymore :( Anyways, I found my 灵感 back XD. So I shall continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went kap for lunch. Then ... wait!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;OHHH prac. Then... I don't care. Bathe and eat! And watched a show and pretended to sleep. woke up at 12 and celebrated tian hui's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall not blog anymore. Not in the mood. Byebyeeee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3149815723140240514?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3149815723140240514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3149815723140240514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3149815723140240514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3149815723140240514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3149815723140240514' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-20132276303701963</id><published>2007-11-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:17:17.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha...</title><content type='html'>hahaha. I finally came to blog again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, nothing much to blog about, because it's the holidays! Oh, my parents bought me a blue guitar. Because it looks nice, haha. Tried to play it, and it sounded quite nice :) It goes "tink tink". hehe. Ahh I went to a dentist today and I am going to do bracing. *:I* haha. Don't feel like doing it though. I hope it's not too painful. And I am to extract 4 teeth plus my 'wriggling' teeth its 5. Anyways, the dentist is my brother's friend's father. He kept asking me questions when I can't speak properly. So I went 'uh huh. uh huh.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wanted to blog about the class party on the coming 25th. Anyways too bad I just recieve an email from my friend and it says that the party is cancelled because nobody is bringing cooked food. Okay, what else I can talk about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm hmm. oh, I bought 霸王枪. Um, my birthday is coming? Right. I can't think of anything else to say. So, byebye. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beishi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-20132276303701963?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/20132276303701963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=20132276303701963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/20132276303701963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/20132276303701963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#20132276303701963' title='haha...'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8130986918561110820</id><published>2007-10-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:00:54.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I changed the blogskin to BLACK! Black because it's very dark now? I don't think so. I find this very nice so I chose it, that's all. I think the previous one make my blog look dead. Okay that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8130986918561110820?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8130986918561110820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8130986918561110820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8130986918561110820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8130986918561110820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8130986918561110820' title=''/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1929633323993343973</id><published>2007-10-30T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:41:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="Free IQ Test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges/l145.gif" width="200" height="100" alt="Free IQ Test Score" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;Free IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.humanforsale.com/images/stamps/1527.gif" width="165" height="68" border="0" alt="How much are you worth?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;HumanForSale.com - &lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;I am for sale!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that's all. byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1929633323993343973?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1929633323993343973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1929633323993343973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1929633323993343973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1929633323993343973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1929633323993343973' title='Random..'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3227471643385578972</id><published>2007-10-29T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T15:32:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/5gAivxkjf1/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/5gAivxkjf1/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally... I suddenly remembered that I wanted to put up this song, here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3227471643385578972?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3227471643385578972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3227471643385578972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3227471643385578972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3227471643385578972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3227471643385578972' title='A song!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6517595768636398219</id><published>2007-10-28T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:12:30.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>I found that I haven't blogged for so long. So I decided to do it. So, School ended two days ago. I really can't believe it because I felt like I have just came to singapore. Maybe it's because i have adapted to it already. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time when i came to the new school and the boarding school. I still remember that I thought " I really can't believe it! I made it here! I really came here and I am coming to the top school in singapore." Well, apparently that's almost one year ago. I can still remember how homesick I was, how I faced all the problems I have met. I had a hard time in the beginning of the year, and I feel I had grew up a great lot. It really wasn't easy, to stay with 3 strangers, without your parents, on your own. All of that, I had overcome it. I made friends, knew the teachers, the style they teach, and a lot more. And time flies. Afterall, you will think that time passes really fast if you had enjoyed the time you had. I spent time in the school reading, on CCA, studying, learning new things. I spent time in boarding school with all the friends, 2 hours of studying during weekdays, going out for a walk during weekends, playing and visiting each others' room. In this case, it's very hard for me to feel lonely or to think about how homesick I am. I had got used to it. That's all. There's nothing special. At night, I will call home and talk for a couple of minutes, just to make sure everyone's all right. I had learnt to be independent, to solve problems on our own. Really on our own. Parents won't be able to help you, they can only support you. Hah! And I realised that critical thinking skills are really useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's one more not-so-happy thing. Something not very pleasant happened on the last day of school. Some people were shouting and argueing all over the place bacause of some project work problem. I hope they had settled the thing because it isn't good to see your own classmates shouting at each other. Anyways, there's this person called jennifer who posted on our class blog, commenting on their behavior. What she said makes sense, but she should have used a nicer tone. And I wished that my classmates shouldn't have use bad words when replying her. Jennifer wasn't right, she shouldn't have posted on our class blog, because she's not from our class. She could have been more polite. But seriously we should follow our class values "Love 105, love everyone". We must think why did she say that? Did she really understand what happened? Nobody is perfect, we make mistakes, she makes it too. She is one of the 'everyone', isn't it? If we try, I am sure she won't repeat her mistakes anymore. We don't need to be rude when someone is rude, doesn't it make you the same as her? It's very important that we work on our class values and make it really come true. Then people will respect our class. We can prove ourselves right. We can learn from everyone, including from those who made mistakes, think about what they did, why did they do it, I am sure we will learn something. That's what I think of this incident, I might be wrong, because everyone makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, feeling a bit down after writing all that. Maybe I shouldn't write that, should I? But I decided to post it anyway. I am just saying my thoughts about this incident. Okay, picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRclq2u8uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fuhhrWuq6Nw/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126324078083240674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRclq2u8uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fuhhrWuq6Nw/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joling shy shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRcl62u8vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GfmyDa1ZXs8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126324082378207986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRcl62u8vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GfmyDa1ZXs8/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chenxi...拍写真吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRcmq2u8wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/omAvDA0g47Y/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126324095263109890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRcmq2u8wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/omAvDA0g47Y/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marie poked the thing INTO her hair XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRcm62u8xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YyrNC3SWy-c/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126324099558077202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRcm62u8xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YyrNC3SWy-c/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tiong Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaSa2u8mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zpcGsXvXkBQ/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126321548347503202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaSa2u8mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zpcGsXvXkBQ/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh I was amused by kah mun's camera chuan ling and yuka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJK2u8qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lxDrZ05UbYw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126322488945341090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJK2u8qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lxDrZ05UbYw/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuan ling and yuka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJ62u8tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6O8FfBI_VkM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126322501830243026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJ62u8tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6O8FfBI_VkM/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuan ling tying her hair and yuka laughing. Three pairs of legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJq2u8sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zlkm6eZuzos/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126322497535275714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJq2u8sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zlkm6eZuzos/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie 欣赏风景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJa2u8rI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yB2ixL7Z9zM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126322493240308402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRbJa2u8rI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yB2ixL7Z9zM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joling's group looking for rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaSq2u8nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/j0F90GevlDc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126321552642470514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaSq2u8nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/j0F90GevlDc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunge looking dao, she didn't know kah mun&lt;br /&gt;took her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaS62u8oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I9PpbqrpUyc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126321556937437826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaS62u8oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I9PpbqrpUyc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me eating sausage, then I saw her so I smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaTa2u8pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RFmrGXf_E5Q/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126321565527372434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRaTa2u8pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RFmrGXf_E5Q/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wacko. Shannon trying to hit someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6517595768636398219?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6517595768636398219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6517595768636398219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6517595768636398219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6517595768636398219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6517595768636398219' title='School!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RyRclq2u8uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fuhhrWuq6Nw/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1376450936704294355</id><published>2007-10-10T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:19:58.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOYs are over!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe! I am finally back. Okay and I missed the fun writing down the exam stuff, you know, those things like how I felt about the test or something. Heeha! Anyways EOYs are over and I am just happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bleh bleh. Tomorrow’s receiving geog and Chinese papers. Quite worried about geog. Uhh shall not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me Alicia Jessie Xin Yung Zhen May and me went to coro for lunch. Then we went to bukit timah plaza. Did nothing actually but we enjoyed ourselves. We came back to boarding school around 3.30pm. Hehe. And everyone started their watch-movies plan. And I slacked and sat on my bed for 1hour. And I did nothing k? I just sat there and then I went to sleep. Exhausted after the Math test and all the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9 today. Ordered Mcdonalds and ate. Hehe then I read the books I borrowed from the library. Oh some china people called me today and I have no idea who was she. She started asking me which country I feel like going the most, and how much money I plan to spend there. I was eating my breakfast and felt very sian so I anyhow answered her and told her I am only 13 this year. She thinks I am a baby or something she said ‘你虽然只有13岁，但你回答还算正确。I said “oh oh. Okay.” I think this person believes that a 13 year old girl cannot answer questions properly is it? Wonder what the survey is for. Okay shall not write to much on this. Then my mum called and we talked. Then my dad called and we talked too xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. I forgot what I wanted to write. Never mind. Ohh Choral night rehearsals should be fun. Lucky I didn’t have any rehearsals on this Friday if not I have to go home later and there might be traffic jam! Hmm good thing I don’t have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. BS is holding a formal dinner on next Wednesday. Hehe need to wear smart casual and it’s serving western food. Hope it tastes nice. I like the first formal dinner the most. Chinese new year and we sat in round tables. It is some kind of reunion dinner with boarding mates. So 温馨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I feel like reading my book again. Bye byee =D Shall post very soon!&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The reason for not blogging for so long is not because I am mugging. I am just too lazy and exhausted to post. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-happy beishi is back. With a BIG BRIGHT SMILE. Brighter than usual then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1376450936704294355?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1376450936704294355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1376450936704294355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1376450936704294355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1376450936704294355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1376450936704294355' title='EOYs are over!!!!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1066515535276422708</id><published>2007-09-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:48:58.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At home...</title><content type='html'>Heyy. I am still at home cause it's home learning. Yes I will learn at home and I have got a computer at home. :/ Can't imagine if I don't have one at home. I think home learning is so fun! Haha because you can learn and do something you like at the same time and nobody knows what you are doing! Haha I have been jumping around and I went out and I slept late. Haha who cares anyway. I like home learning. But my dad isn't at home :( He's in.... India. Can't believe him. He's coming back on Thursday, the day after home learning. Which means I don't get to see him again in this so-called holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeahh. I found that I had 11 injections and 4 x-rays in16 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid pneumonia. And I got an injection today. So I got 11 injections in total. No, I don't like injections at all and I almost screamed when I knew I need to take another one today. Well, I didn't, obviously, I am not that insane yet. Haha, but the 11 injections and 4 x-rays look like some 丰功伟绩. Lol. Great record. I shall remember that. Anyways. Junqi passed a quiz to me so I shall do the first ever quiz on my blog. Yeeha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 ( 3 people whom you are thinking of now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi, huizhen, chun ting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi-schoolmates, classmates, cca batch mates, deskmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-cca batch mates, school mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting-*she should be honoured* ex-classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi-irritating but fun. someone who likes to smack me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-lame :D and...tall sotong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting- haha. Erm...always running,over active person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi- kowtow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-poked me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting-the bear hug &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi-wad!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-wahahahaha...laaame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting-I am chun ting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi- no way. I will be smacked to death. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-I will be crippled. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting- No thanks. I won't have any 'unbroken' bones left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though it's impossible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi-stop smacking me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-try not to be so lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting-don't try to squeeze people to death or step other people's feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi- Isn't that obvious? I will die because she won't talk to me and I will be a lonely amah in the longkang all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-dare not think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting-we were when we were in p2. I will quarrel with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi-erm..her hand invading my desk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-played her clarinet by mistake? *ohh no*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting- random things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi-tell her that she must 坚持下去.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-poke her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting-wish her 中秋节快乐&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junqi-smart and irritating but fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huizhen-lamest person I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chun ting- happy and cheerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. (how do you think people around you will feel about you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;retarded? I hope not. Erm..funny? maybe. Actually I am not that kind of funny person. I am actually quite serious when I am not with my friends. Well, don't expect me to be serious when I am with those beloved batchmates. My room mates can tell you how serious I can be. Well, but I don't think asking them is a good idea. Just bear in mind that I can be serious if I want to. xD hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheerful? able to laugh at my own mistakes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. (on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazy, and...unable to communicate with people properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone who is happy and is able to see the parents very often, and healthy and hopefully not stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to those who cared about me. I like you all too! Ermm, good luck for eoys :) Hope you all can continue to care about everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do it if you see this. But to continue with the quiz I shall name some people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.huizhen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.qiuluan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.chuan ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.yuka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.sherlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.rie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.Erm..Nicole Teoh!101 person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is no.6 having a relationship with?(yuka)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; is no.9 a male or female?(pauline)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;female xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (sherlyn and nicole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't know each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is no.2 studying about? (huizhen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spongebob?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when was the last time you had a chat with no. 3?(qiuluan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erm..not really chatting. but tagging.22/9 13:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what kind of music does no.8 like?(rie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;band music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; does no.1 have any siblings?(chloe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yep. Two brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will you woo no.3?(qiuluan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's a girl and I am a girl too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; How about no.7? (sherlyn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is a girl but I am a girl. Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; is 4 single?(joy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's the surname of no.5? (chuan ling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ng! without the exclamation mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's the name of no.10? (nicole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicole Teoh Xin Yi. Should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's no.4's hobby? (joy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jumping around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do no.5 and 9 get along well?(chuan ling and pauline)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't know each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where is no.2 studying at?(huizhen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nanyang Girls' High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say something casual about no.1(chloe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heyhey. erm..curly hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; have you tried developing feelings for no.8?(rie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;define feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; where does 9 live? (pauline)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somewhere near a bus stop which bus 170 reaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what colour does no.4 like?(joy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask her. not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are no.5 and 1 best friends?(chloe and chuan ling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do you like to ask these questions so much? They don't know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does no.7 like no.2? (sherlyn and huizhen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course. they often talk to each other so much that I feel being left out during sectionals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how did you get to know no.2? (huizhen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does no.1 have any pets? (chloe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dogs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?(sherlyn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...shall not comment on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's all for tonight. Byee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1066515535276422708?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1066515535276422708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1066515535276422708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1066515535276422708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1066515535276422708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1066515535276422708' title='At home...'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8757910814489634544</id><published>2007-09-17T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:09:29.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*no title* 2</title><content type='html'>Okay, continue from where I stopped. So I am sitting beside junqi. Yes, and I managed to draw two smiley faces on her hand! Hahaha and she poked me and smacked my hand. Which turned red after that. Okay, my first lesson in term 4 is ICT. And I did not finish my assignment 6, which we are supposed to. But anyway, only 1 person completed. Vanessa! Haha some people haven't even started on it. Anyway, time flies and the lesson was over XD. Then it was math. When we went back Mr Tiong was already there. And I forgot where my seat was so I stood in front when we greeted him. Yep, the first time he said to me was, 'how's your lung?' And I went " oh I think it's okay now." And I don't know why people are laughing. Never mind. Then Shannon wasn't happy with her seat and wanted to change seats and Mr Tiong wanted to change Sera's seat. So in the end we used the entire math leeson to solve the problem. And yeah, Shannon had Sera's seat and Sera was moved to the front. And Mr Tiong wasn't too happy because Sera gave him a "very ugly" face, quotes from him. He told her to think of a solution or be happy and stay in the seat. I think he's tired about pleasing all of us. I hope our class can be kinder to him. Haha which is quite sad because it is almost impossible. Then After recess was Chinese and wang laoshi was kind and offered me extra lessons. O.O Yes and I was touched and thanked her and said I can study the notes on my own. Haha but she's really kind. And then it's geog. Was kind of boring but it was really fun when we were filling in the places on the map of Europe. Talked about loads of stuff. Then it was lunch then it was science. Chemistry that day. Ms Goh was quite ... because people don't seem to remember anything about chemistry and we weren't concentrating xDNo actually it wasn't funny but yeah, it's just a habit of putting those "xD" and ":D" signs. Maybe I should try to avoid using it or I might fail my LA for using these things in my compo. After Science was history. Was quite okay, but I can't remember anything special happened during history. Oh I was supposed to find the new LA teacher, Ms Regina and tell her I haven't had the compo timed-trial but there wasn't any LA periods that day. And I was supposed to find Mr Shone, my new physics teacher and tell him that I haven't took the SPA. Ahh and I decided to tell him the next day during recess.&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;First lesson, PCCG. As usual Mr Tiong came in. First question, " How are you all doing?" Second question "Good?" Same reply, " HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" And some people like Rossanne or don't-know-who will say "Ah, Mr Tiong said the same thing again." And Mr Tiong would say "What's wrong with that?"Lol. Talked about resilence. Loads of crap.  And finally, it's home econs, which isn't any better. Mrs Ong came in and talked about food nutrition. It was quite interesting, talking about the pyramid how it's outdated. And half way through Mr Shone came and I didn't even realise until he shouted " Can I see the girl who missed SPA on Wednesday?" I literally jumped. So I went out and he told me to have it during lunch at 12.30pm.  And I found that he isn't as fierce as he look like. Instead he's actually quite friendly. My first impression on him wasn't too good because the first time I heard him talk he was screaming, errr scolding the classes and want them to keep their belongings or something during life skills camp. And I ran away. Hahaha. After recess was Chinese and we talked about yi lun wen. Very boring. Then we had history in the library history lab. Wasn't concentrating for the last few minutes becuase I was too nervous. Too bad I did not bring my physics stuff and I had to go for SPA without even reading the notes. But anyway, I went down to the lab at 12.15pm. Escorted by Yuka. So I waited and waited. Even the lab technician came and ask me who am I waiting for.  Then finally Mr Shone came, from another direction. And he found another girl who was going to take SPA with me!! She's from 101 though I don't know her name. Yes we talked. That's why I know she's from 101. So we went into the lab together with Mr Shone. I think we looked quite pale because Mr Shone told us not to be too nervous.And he gave us the paper and told us to start. Actually it's kind of lame, doing the experiment. We are supposed to weigh the metal pieces, write down the mass, put it into the measuring cylinder with certain amount of water and record the volume. Then culculate the density. And then we have to repeat it 5 times? Lol. Then Mr Shone told us to stop when we finished the second time. He said it's enough. I think there's no need to repeat it five times if there's two people taking the SPA. Yes and he doesn't want to waste time so HAHA I don't need to repeat those steps. And all the data we recorded won't be marked anyway. Lucky enough I left culculating density to the last so I haven't culculated any yet! Yays Because I haven't wasted my energy on doing that. Lol. After that Mr Shone told us to go and have our lunch. So I went to the canteen and found tania and yuka. They claimed that they went to find me but I left. Hahaha. Never mind.  Then it was lang arts. I finally saw my new lang arts teacher. She's...cute looking. Big Big eyes O_O. And she's really nice. But she classes were quite terrible becuase they bully her. And she wanted 'revenge' and hit shannon's head for being noisy. And she was 'angry' because she can't hit shan ping's head as she moved to the back. She claims that Shan Ping and Shannon are short because they are aften hit in the head since primary school. Then she said Sumei is supposed to be shorst because she is noisy and teachers will hit her head but somehow it didn't work. Hahah. After school I went to the comp lab. At night I watched the recital by sec one HMP students. Rachel was there and she played the flute! with Emily on the piano. Emily was great and her expressions were really cute when she play the piano. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Went out with my parents. Came back, ordered Macdonalds with Alicia and Xinyung. And sat on the floor in my room to eat. And we talked a lot. We went down to watch the movies at 7.30pm. Finished 2 movies and came back at 11pm. We were quite amused by the  second movie who says a man who can foresee the future. His future, actually, 2 minutes in advance. It was sort of cool when you know what's going to happen to yourself 2minutes later. But it won't be fun if it's your birthday and you know what all those presents are. It was actually very nice. I hope I can watch it again. I only know the chinese name of the movie-先知先觉。the first movie was about elephants, a boy Tetsu who love elephants and went to Thailand to be trained to be a elephant trainer something like that. And he died in an accident, in the end. It was touching. Alicia cried haha. And Xinyung was dao looking.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt; Woke up at10am. Brushed my teeth and had breakfast. Then I read my book and felt sleepy and went to sleep again. Woke up at1pm and went to bathe. Ate something and started doing my homeworks and did some revising. Wonder why people are so scared about eoys. Sometimes I can't stand people mugging for hours or talked about eoys for hours in front of me.  Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was lang arts. Read books. Then it was chinese speech training. Was abit confused at first because they started last week and I missed some parts. And I was thrown aside, to the end. Anyway I got my part which wasn't anything important so it doesn't matter. And I found out actually they didn't do much. I think they just set those parts and chose the people. And chuan ling was the seed! The only seed which grew into a tree and had more seeds in the end. Lol. Then after recess was bio. Wasn't too interesting. But we got back our BRP project. And my group got 10/15. Think it was quite okay. After that was geog. Was extremely boring. Then me and yuka went down to have lunch. Had 卤面。It was quite nice. Then we went back at 12.45pm to start our zuo wen. Wrote ying yong wen today. And I don't like this topic. Anyway, I used a lot of time on it. I finished it on 12.15pm and here I am, writing these rubbish. Okay I shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;-beishi who goes haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8757910814489634544?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8757910814489634544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8757910814489634544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8757910814489634544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8757910814489634544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8757910814489634544' title='*no title* 2'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2517295898712111817</id><published>2007-09-14T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:41:22.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha! *no title*</title><content type='html'>Heyy. Long time didn't blog. It's a miracle that I didn't blog during the one week holidays. The first few days I wasn't in the mood to blog because I wasn't feeling well. Then after that I think you can tell, yes I fell sick :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day after teacher's day, after all the laughs and stuff, I went home extremely tired. See the word 'home'? Hmm yes I went home. What do you expect? It's term holiday! I shall not be so crappy today yes. Um....so I practically slept through my first few days of holidays. Then I had high fever and started coughing non stop and blah blah blah. Yes, so I went to the doctor and got some medicine. Obviously it didn't work or else I won't come back to school late, um for a few days=/ .So on Friday I went to the doctor again and heard sort of heard something ...unusual in my lung so he talked a lot. Then I went to take an x-ray for my chest. AND I went back to him. He saw the x-ray and said there's erm.. phlegm( I hope I spelt correctly) in the bottom of my left lung and it was infected. So, he sent me to a hospital to another doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I waited and waited and waited for my turn. Yes and the doctor has messy hair =P He said I must be hospitalised and stuff. Well I wasn't too happy about it but I obeyed him. He said I must have strong antibiotics so the phlegm won't be furthur infected and becomes pus. Um if it forms pus the they need to cut a hole in the body to take out the pus, or worse cut the lung away. Sounds scary right? haha. So they poked a small tube into my hand's veins, something like that. For injectionS. They also made me do a blood test. The antibiotics were in liquid state. I don't like the cold feeling when they pumped the antibiotic into my hand through the tube. So I had two injections a day. One in the morning and one at night. I wasn't too patient so I only stayed in the hospital for one night. After that I returned to the hospital for injections. The course ended on Wednesday morning. Then I went to see the doctor again. Took another x-ray and took another blood test. Yes and they took the blood from the other hand, different from the one they used on Friday. Oh they took out the tube also, I was so happy that I can finally use my hand again. Yess. And then I came back to the boarding school. Went out again with my parents and came back around 6pm. Packed my things and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and was quite muddled up. Everything seems to have nothing to do with me. Missing three days of school isn't too good for me. Yes I had a new LA teacher and I missed a compo timed-trial, and physics SPA. Great. So the first thing I did when I reached school was go to Mrs Chek's office and let her have a look of my MC xD. Haha. Then sh introduced me a new girl. Celine, and she just moved into the boarding school. Sec two this year and she's in 202. Mind she's one of the rare Singaporeans lioving in the boarding school. Then I went back to class. Guess what.  I found two stacks of chinese files on my new seat, how touched. They put it there to welcome me back. Yes, and what is the chinese rep doing?!! Oh talking about new seats, I am sitting with Junqi now and I am nearest to the back door because I am in the back row!! Ahh I am left alone in the comp lab. I shall leave first. Talk later. Byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2517295898712111817?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2517295898712111817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2517295898712111817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2517295898712111817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2517295898712111817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2517295898712111817' title='Haha! *no title*'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2632755891720719112</id><published>2007-08-27T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:00:01.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today!</title><content type='html'>Okay okayyy, I shall UPDATE my blog. Maybe I shall stop blogging during EOYs. haha. 'EOY is something like common tests. Just that there's more questions to answer and there's longer period.' Quotes from yunge. I LOST MY CORRECTION PEN :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, morning. I woke up at .... 6.30am. and brushed my teeth and washed my face. Then I went down at 6.50pm and saw joyjoy so we went to school together. I saw Yuka! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Anthem...was okay. Haha, maybe I should look through the school song again. And I have to work on running notes of national anthem. Haizzz. So many things to do. Erm...oh yeah. I can't come for band pracs during the holidays. So I shall miss...hours of pracs :( Shall bring back my instrument to prac. Hmm..tomorrow I shall tell tian hui I am not going for band during holidays and I will come late on thursday because of the stupid FPS. &gt;&lt; Okay back to national anthem today. Cheryl took us. Haha I thought it was fine. Mmm, sec fours came back :) Saw Sabrina playing the trumpet, and cynthia and shimin was playing the clarinet. Haha very cute. Mm walked back to class really s...l...o.....w....l...y.. because it was LA. So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Chinese speech training! Haha we got our scripts for choral and drama night. Title was '小种子历险记’haha. It was so cute.but it was kind of lame. It was actually a story for a 6 year old child. Haha, maybe I would type it out if I feel like doing. HAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was science. Then it was geog. Then LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;Had section lunch...with my section xD I forgot and I ate during recess so I just drank milo. hehe. I never talked, or I should say, I didn't talk much. It was quite fun though. I enjoyed myself, and I was playing with a red straw. Haha, from the packet of milo. Then we went to look for Vera. And we went to Popular. Looked around. Wasn't interested in anything so I just walked around. Hah. Me sherlyn and huizhen went upstairs together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was chinese. Super boring. Now here am I.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I shall not waste anymore time blogging. Byeees.&lt;br /&gt;-happy beishi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2632755891720719112?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2632755891720719112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2632755891720719112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2632755891720719112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2632755891720719112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2632755891720719112' title='Today!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4795667807483656666</id><published>2007-08-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:56:20.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>离别...</title><content type='html'>This is an emo post. Decide yourself if you want to read it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            我现在写的如果在考试时写了，该准备拿不及格，我不会选题目，但今天不重这一些，我想说的是心里的感受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            今天，一如往常地，我到学校上课。今天分了考卷，成绩不很好。这不是重点，但我今天的心情也被它稍稍影响了吧。&lt;br /&gt;            Jun Qi 提议了给一学姐写封信，我们就提笔就书。其实没有什么，就是心里有些话要说。&lt;br /&gt;            今天以往不同，乐队不练习，我们有很多仪式。中三同学将接过中四同学的一些领导工作，今天是投选、接位、欢送中四队员。接位时，有个中三同学该是舍不得学姐，接位时，不禁流下眼泪。学姐学妹接位时都互相拥抱，场面一片温馨，令人感动。&lt;br /&gt;             之后我们便跟着组别分别去谈心了。大家的心情都被之前的场面深深感触到，心里都酸酸的，大家各自沉思着，没有人说话。只有队长在说话。她说话时，一直交代往后的事，实在是令我感到倍加惆怅、彷徨。我们也拍了照。对我来说，那是永别的预兆，我不知道为什么。所以我从不喜欢拍照。&lt;br /&gt;            那些中四的队员，虽然我与他们相识的时间并不长，可说是短。但不知怎的，在心中我对他们地印象很深，尤其是组长和那些管理层的学生。可能使他们即将离开了，所以特别珍惜他们，也可能是他们一直领导这我们，我们最常看见他们，对的话也挺多，所以印象很深。他们的离别，让我觉得乐队好像少了什么似的，有点空虚。&lt;br /&gt;            他们说过的话，我记不了全部。但我已学到，只要自己想要得到任何东西，自己愿意去争取，一定会成功。我真正明白“皇天不负有心人”这句话。他们也让我明白，乐队里，音乐不是一个人的事，它需要每个人的付出，要每个人合作，一起学习、共同前进，才能吹奏出真正动人、扣人心弦的音乐。当每个人都将自己整颗心投入音乐中，那美妙的音乐，不论多冷多硬的心都会被融化。你会不由自主地随那音乐摆动；在指挥家的指下，在那音乐世界里飞舞，你不会想到烦恼，心中，就只有那美妙的音乐。&lt;br /&gt;            从前，我只道我对乐队十分在行，直到我遇见了他们。我发现我竟是那么的孤陋寡闻。我只道音乐就是音乐，是由音符组成的。这一年里，我学的是那么的多。在每一方面，都是面面俱到。我学到，当你投入在音乐里，你这时的心灵是最纯洁的，纯洁如白纸。当每个人一起投入，纯洁的心更容易沟通，音乐可能不是完美，可是对我来说，已达到最高境界，就如用音乐了解每一个人，可能是这样，感觉好像跟每个队员都有联系，就这样，就算平时不说话，也会在不同地方遇到对方时展出会心的一笑。&lt;br /&gt;            我还学到，快乐的时间总是短暂的。我们应该把握每一个时刻，有时那一两个小时的同台演出，将是你一生中与他唯一一次的同台演出、同台，一起将自己的所有全部献给了听众。机会一去，若不把握好，可能成为人生中的一个遗憾。&lt;br /&gt;            过去的已经过去，不必留恋，应把握如今拥有的，才不会有遗憾。听起来很有道理，但又有几个人真正做到了？我觉得我就做不到。回忆总是美好的 ，失意时，你不禁会想起那些美好回忆，因为他们特别，因为他们有那种纪念的价值，令我们向往！&lt;br /&gt;            我不喜欢扔掉东西，因为他们在我的记忆里，每一个都特别，每一个都值得收藏。每次扔了什么，我就会感觉到恐慌，生怕扔了那样东西，回忆也一起扔了。&lt;br /&gt;            离别，令人惆怅，令人悲伤。它也使人长大，变得更成熟，更会把握现今，更会珍惜眼前的一切，更珍惜过去。&lt;br /&gt;            中四的学姐们，你们在我的心中，我不敢保证我会永远记得你们，但至少我想起你们，我会记得你们是重要的。你们在我成长的过程中扶着我走，虽然走的路不远，但这段时间里我已学会如何走，而准备去帮助别人。你们在我心中，在我13岁的心灵有重大的地位，你们巩固了我的心灵，扶了我们一把，让我们稳稳向上发展。我现在想对他们说一声：“谢谢！有缘再见！” 同时再对大家说，一定要珍惜现在的所有，同时珍惜心里那段美好的回忆！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4795667807483656666?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4795667807483656666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4795667807483656666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4795667807483656666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4795667807483656666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4795667807483656666' title='离别...'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8535638210449273817</id><published>2007-08-15T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:02:49.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh</title><content type='html'>Haizz, I got 17/30 for my LA compre test, which was...pretty bad. It was the class average. The teacher said she expected us to do better. Haha and I got participation for my science NSW. haha, I was so... because if i got one more question correct I will get credit. Haizzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new angel haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else XD.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. today. Founder's Day, have school XD. Went to school at 6.40. Then went down to the quadrangle at 6.55. Haha I am not siao yet. There's reason why I go to school so early can? playing for national day parade. I like the songs :) Stars and Stripes, Anchors Aweigh, and Cumberland March! Haha cucumberland. Think we sound nice today :) Ohh, yeah. Now I'm in 2nds. Can't see anything different from 3rds. Aiyo don't know lah. Then, celebration overture and pirates of the carribean very nice, we played that yesterday. Haha we were the alumni band. Because we played the songs they played for the concert... Umm, okay. Back to the topic. After that we went to take a school photo. Sat on the track for more than 20 minutes loh. At least I am sitting. The other people standing up, pity them. Then those guest of honours came so late we all waited for them. Walked so slowly some more. Aiyo, nothing to squeeze from my brain. Shall post next time.&lt;br /&gt;QUACK QUACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeees&lt;br /&gt;happy beishi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8535638210449273817?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8535638210449273817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8535638210449273817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8535638210449273817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8535638210449273817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8535638210449273817' title='Uhhh'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6475571634508431051</id><published>2007-08-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:12:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahas</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULINE!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's quite late but, yeah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, not in the mood to blog, just want to say that I am back! Home, of course. Loads of people got virus today through msn messenger. So whoever who got it will send a file, and a message that says something like " I think I look ugly in this picture :/" uncontrollably. Yeah, so what you have to do is not open the file and close the window if not it will spread to every other contacts online in your messenger. If your comp got the virus it will go siao siao and ...be very troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've got an new angel yunxin. Goin' to write the first letter in chinese to her today.:) Was wondering what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RrwlzlhelfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z7uZoVw2aqE/s1600-h/LEEBEI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096990446452643314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RrwlzlhelfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z7uZoVw2aqE/s320/LEEBEI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa, Joyjoy did this in photoshop for me! Nice right? Thank you joyjoy for creating this for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, gotta go. Byeeees&lt;br /&gt;QUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-happy beishi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6475571634508431051?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6475571634508431051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6475571634508431051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6475571634508431051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6475571634508431051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6475571634508431051' title='Hahas'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/RrwlzlhelfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z7uZoVw2aqE/s72-c/LEEBEI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-1894474621363018363</id><published>2007-08-08T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:20:38.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country Run</title><content type='html'>Haizz, long time didn't blog already. This week was a busy week. Oh, the bio test I took on tuesday was hard like siao. I would be suprised if I got high marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, cross-country run today, so there's no school. Woke up as usual, 6.30am. Then I went down and went to turf city with Xin Yung, Pei An, and the sec two seniors. I thought it was quite near, apparently I was wrong XD. We were nearly late because we took 25 minutes to reach the place and we were there at 7.25am? Yeah and we heard Ms sabrina announcing something. But well, I realised I wasn't the latest afterall. I was sweating like ...uhh when I reach turf city. Mmm, when I walked to my class' tent I saw shimin talking to dai laoshi. waved to her but she didn't see me. Hmm, then i saw xinyi and nerice. Talked to them but chuan came chasing us back to the tent so yeah. My friends said I look ehem.. cute in Life skills camp t-shirt with shorts. And they were all very suprised with my black running shoes. Then we sat in rows, and facing the sun. The teachers sat opposite us so they didn't really get the sun. And they are sitting in a tent and we ARE NOT. Everyone was squeezing their eyes that time lo. Anyways, I saw shimin running in the competitve catogory. Half an hour later fun- runners started our run. So-called run. I can't even run because people are walking very slowly, and is blocking the way. So I decided not to run and walk with yunge and xinyi. We thought it was quite short because we were walking so slowly and we NEVER run. We were telling jokes and stories all the way. And there are stations between the route. Those teachers were either shaking their heads or laughing at us because there's there's the whole bunch of people strolling past the stations. Saw Mr tiong in one station and he said hi to us. Then he laughed and said "run..." Then we laughed and continue walking, and talking. Then we saw Miss Goh. She saw three of us then she laugh, she say "Oi! One five people cannot walk wan eh! Run, quickly! See, so many people reach already." Then we all laughed again. Though we ran in the last 50 metres because the teacher shouted, the last 50 person to reach will be the volunteers to stay behind and clear up the turf city! So three of us sprinted off to the check point. I thought the teacher's idea is brilliant XD made most of the people start running. Mrs Chek and Madam chew was walking with us also and I cut them in the end. Lols. Then we sat down under the sun again. Mr. James Tan read out the national day message to us. Said something like, must think about something we don't have, and not keep thinking about things that are already there. Then they sang the national anthem. I was feeling very odd because our class is right in front of the teachers' tent and i am in the front part of the row, and I wasn't singing so the teachers kept staring at me when they sang. Then I saw one teacher singing, she was so agitated. Her eyebrows look like they sticked together XD and he face was red.Hahas. Then it was the prize giving ceromony. The first twenty competitive runners with recieve a trophy. Meng hao very 惨 because she was the 21st to finish XD. Shannon got 3rd place, jieying got 10th, and trisha got 20th. mm, then it was the lucky draw. Lols. twenty prizes. The first prize was for the NPCC girl, and she was on duty so she wore her uniform. Everyone laughed when she came running up. Then we were dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When batch lunch today. Spent not more than 10 dollars, but I have 10 cents left. How interesting. That's all I have apart from the 50 dollars spare cash. Which means I am broke. Very tired today lah. Aiyo. I want to sleep le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUACK QUACK.&lt;br /&gt;-Happy beishi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-1894474621363018363?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1894474621363018363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=1894474621363018363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1894474621363018363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/1894474621363018363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1894474621363018363' title='Cross Country Run'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-6850315318664102543</id><published>2007-07-30T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:33:03.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbaticals!</title><content type='html'>Hahaa, I moved up my cbox just now. Thanks to Joy who helped me :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Sabbaticals was quite fun. First lesson was chess. Hah, I learnt how to play international chess today, finally!XD. New terms learnt today. Bishop, rook, knight, king, queen, pawn and no more. I played with yunge today. The first one I won. The second one we didn't finish because yunge was so fustrated that she moved her king and let me checkmate her.Lols. Recess was too long. Boring. After that was Math and Music. Mr. Tiong's our teacher. yeah, can imagine how noisy is the music room. And those people went to play with those drums &gt;&lt;. Mr. Tiong got so angry and shouted. Then we played with a string. We tuned the string by using the Phytogoras (spelling not sure)method to culculate. Said something like if the length ratio of the string is 1:2, the frequency is 2:1. And the sound of the 1(String ratio) is the same note as two but an octave higher. Strings with length ratio of 1:2 and 2:3 produce beatiful sound. Yeah 2:3 is just 7 semitones apart which is something like chords. And many tedious calculation.  In order to tune the string. we need to culculate 2/3and 2/3s. Yeah and squares and squares. But on the 12th 2/3,which is on the seventh octave, there will be a wolf. or something like that. Which means the sound sounded horrible. It cannot be prevented but yeah, think of something that helped to blend the sound. That's our homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I helped Mr Tiong to collate some stuff, surveys for some math challenge. He himself thinks that it is a waste of time because people don't really like, take it seriously. It's either everything is 1 or 2. But I had fun keying in the datas. I did around 100+ people. 13 questions mm. Yeah. Anyways, he's very happy because the work is done and wanted to treat us something. Yeah, then me, yunge, xinyi and Amanda and Mr Tiong went down to the canteen together. At first we all don't want anything. So Mr Tiong bought a lot of stuff and put it on the table. So... we all ate. And drank. Andwe all talked. Talked about the past. And he asked " How are you all doing?" And everyone said "we almost died" He said sometimes he can't believe how we coped in Nanyang.He said this is the busiest time in schooldays. He's from Sarawak, yep.We were gossiping. Lols. About the school and class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go.Byees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Happy beishi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6850315318664102543?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6850315318664102543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6850315318664102543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6850315318664102543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6850315318664102543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6850315318664102543' title='Sabbaticals!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7803303443467328901</id><published>2007-07-26T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:03:48.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh.</title><content type='html'>Errr. I got a Cbox today. So, tag if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, got back my history paper, it's 17/25. Actually it wasn't too bad. The highest in class was 19. But, oh wells. Oh, I just realised I improved by one mark. And I took Geography test today. The question was okay, but like what Meng Hao said, I am not sure if I applied them correctly. But I was happy that it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, today I wanted to go to band room after school. And only JUnqi wants to go with me. So sad. Pauline, Hui Zhen and Sherlyn went off so junqi and me went to the band room. Arr, we didn't go in anyways. Don't dare to. So many people inside. So we went to the maths department to take the quiz after returning classroom key. The quiz(s) was easy. Hahas. I only spent half the time to finish it. Then we sat outside the bandroom, behind the wall. Then we came up to the comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The particular teacher I am going to describe is gross. The Bio teacher. Ahh. Sometimes things can be decribed in a nicer way. Yeah those are facts but maybe she made it so gross. Arrgh, I shall not talk about it(pollution) and spoil the perfect reputation on my blog XD. Seriously can't stand her sometimes but never mind. Don't ask me what she said, no. I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else. I have nothing to say. Sad =( I really don't know why but I felt so empty. I don't know how to make myself happier. Maybe I shall sleep. Ahh, good idea. I shall sleep and be happy! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy is compulsory part in our lifes.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy person says bye to anyone who reads this because she needs to go back and sleep and be happy and have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7803303443467328901?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7803303443467328901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7803303443467328901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7803303443467328901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7803303443467328901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7803303443467328901' title='Uh huh.'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8122237169177891454</id><published>2007-07-21T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:04:59.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYCB Well Done!!!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!Yesterday was our concert Appassionata XI. 20 07 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I came back around 1030pm and went to bathe. Something I wrote yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's our band concert Appasionata XI, 20-07-2007. we were excused from school on 2pm sharp today to prepare our concert. All of us got ready by 2.15pmand we went down to the audi for our last band prac before the concert. We really put in our hearts to play the pieces together. As usual, Ms Chong pointed out our mistakes and made us play until we got it right.we stopped practicing around 5.30pm and went up to the bandroom to change into the uniforms. I thought all of us looked smart in either the black suit or the SYF uniform. I gave all my section seniors two marshmallows each :) Then I wrote their names on the packet. I drew three bananas on hers :D. Then me, junqi and jessie bought something together for shi min. It's the concert band's tradition that everyone has to give everyone in their own section something. We have nasi lemak for dinner and we ate as a section. So sweet. Then we ran around to give our gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped a lot a lot. I wrote three whole pages of my test pad, without spacing. But it was so depressing I cut a lot. That time I was sad because the concert was over. Hmmm, I talked about how empty I felt and stuff. Oh, the last part was funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quotes,&lt;br /&gt;"Do your best and don't forget how much hard work you have put in," tianhui.&lt;br /&gt;"Remember music comes from the soul&lt;br /&gt; Just play from deep dowm&lt;br /&gt; and gowth the flow&lt;br /&gt; Enjoy the music, feel the passion&lt;br /&gt; Groove to the beat&lt;br /&gt;In our music-making session" Ching Ying&lt;br /&gt;"We'll rock the audi down" Chunhui XD&lt;br /&gt;"You have always bee so sweet, always smiling to me!" Amanda&lt;br /&gt;" It's our first and last concert together, I bet you'll miss me after I leave, right, RIGHT?" Sabrina ( SL of clarinet section 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, byee byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8122237169177891454?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8122237169177891454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8122237169177891454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8122237169177891454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8122237169177891454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8122237169177891454' title='NYCB Well Done!!!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-8887807792959643205</id><published>2007-07-18T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:05:31.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auuuu...</title><content type='html'>Hahas, I decided to blog today! Um, we got the NY anniversary t-shirt yesterday. Mmm, it's red. RED. The whole thing is. But it looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just went to maths remedial with my friends and the questions are easy like...don't know what. And we got our materials for our bags today. We are going to print pictures on it on friday during art lesson!! Then today we drew lines on it and sew it. But my sewing machine wasn't working so too bad I didn't get to sew. I am talking to Chun Ting now. And I haven't get to talk to her for more than half a year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I don't feel like blogging but tomorrow is math test, and I haven't study, so byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-8887807792959643205?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8887807792959643205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=8887807792959643205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8887807792959643205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/8887807792959643205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8887807792959643205' title='Auuuu...'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2466087724382611630</id><published>2007-07-09T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:59:36.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ohh</title><content type='html'>Okay, it has been ...many days since I blogged about something. So I decided to blog about yesterday and today. And Friday . Actually I wanted to blog about last week but I forgot what happened so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Mmm. Funfair that day. So we don't need to study that day. I went to school that day at 7. And I brought a knife, how interesting. I bring it to cut strawberries, not to kill someone. So...nothing much. We got a lot of things to do that day. Lols. But I hand around and practically did nothing because I finished my job and other people who really needs help doesn't want us to help them so..fine. I went to wash the strawberries thrice. XD Then I washed my knife. I feel so scared holding the knife around. Then everyone was staring at me. No, I wasn't holding the wrong way, it's perfectly normal. They just feel like staring at me. Okay, after a while, I realised that our class needs an extension wire to start our chocolate fountain. And the point is, we don't have one. So, kind Esther ran all the way home, though I have no idea how she went out, and brought an extension wire back. Then, we have to wait for 201 to boil the water. They insisted that they cannot stop boiling for a minute( we planned to share the extention wire) so we waited for another 10 minutes before we started. Er, then Mr Tiong came to visit us. He said, "How's things going on?" Then we all stare at him and thought, Good? Perfectly fine? Hahas. Then he was helping out at the Maths department stall and he was digging the charcoal so his hands were black. Then he said he went to 挖煤矿XD. Erm, then the funfair started and I went off. I wandered around, and met many friends and seniors, who pulled me to their stall. Hahahaaa. So evil. Then I bought our chocolate marshmallows. Anyways, We earned $122 dollars that day. Then the whole school got around $21000 for the charity home or something. After the funfair I had CCA. Huizhen and Sherlyn was totally over sensitive because they went into the 402's haunted house and was scared off. They screamed when I accidentally touch them. They said it's very scary but my friend told me that it's very fake XD. Oh, I forgot if it's last Tuesday, Thursday or Friday but we took a video of band in the quadrangle. Shimin and some people took the video and the rest went down to form 'NYCB &lt;3" I was in the heart XD. Hui Juan ran and shout N!, then the N people will jump and say N, then Y, C, ad B. The heart jumps when huijuan says heart! Then we will go Poopoo...poopoo...poopoo.Lols. We practices a few times to jump together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9am and I tried but I couldn't fall asleep again. So I woke up, and went to bathe then drink apple juice. Err. Then I read my book. Then I changed into my track pants as I was going to the Hao Pa Villa(or something similar XD)with some people form the welfare home. But I forgot to wear my green BS t-shirt so I ran back to my room and change.Hahhh. Then I went to find Joy. And I saw Xin Yung. Anyways, we had lunch in the boarding school and set off at 12.30pm. Mrs. Chia was with us on the bus and Mr Chia drove. His car, not the bus. Oh and I can't believe that they brought their child along. We reached the welfare home and I accompanied Joy to the washroom and waited outside. Suddenly there was this old lady cleaning the windows spoke to me, in English I think. But I didn't know what she's talking about. Then I heard her say ok? So I nodded. After that, we went to the place. We walked and walked and walked in the place. Then we reach the peak of the mini mountian and settled down. We gave those people some hotdog buns. Then we performed. Firstly, some sec two girls danced, I think Silvia danced really nice as she's in Modern Dance. And this song was High School Musical, so those people in chinese dance look a bit weird because they are too gentle XD. When they jump their leg will go very soft and curves up naturally, but it's not supposed to look like this. Arggh, Don't know how to explain, it's just that they are different. Hmm. Anyways, we performed after them and we sang 4 songs. 橄榄树、月亮代表我的心, Paint My Love and Unchained Melody(described respectively). The first song was extremely high pitch, but I know it not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;high. Well, I don't feel sounding like a toad so I strained my throat together. Oh, no offence but Pei An and Ray Wern went a little out of tune. Mmm, Then second song was okay, because I played the clarinet and helped tune the song back from the off tune part. I deliberately play one octave lower so that it won't sound so much like ...ehem. Anyways, at least Pei An managed to lower her pitch and back to normal but someone... I shall not say anymore. I am not that evil. Anyways Paint My Love was completely off beat. And we were supposed to sing two parts, Me being in the firt part which is the lower aprt, sang first. Then the second part who's supposed to repeat, went completely off key. So it went on and on and finally reached the chorus and thankfully we all sang off key XD and Mr Chia joined us singing. Lols. Then I played the clarinet again for Unchained Melody. Then we walked around and went back. We reached the boarding school around 4.35pm. I signed in and signed out again and went out with Joy for some drinks! I bought a bottle of 7up and a packet of HL milk. Mm spent two dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(Monday)&lt;br /&gt;First lesson, Mathematics. Had a quiz of Algebra. So fun but I forgot how to do one question. Anyways, second lesson was Chinese and my group picked the last number for the FPS presentation XD. Recess. Then LA, reading period so I spent one hour reading.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's chinese speech training. We were asked by a different huang laoshi to introduce ourselves. We were made to read 1 to 10 in chinese. Then she said my voice seemed to be cracking. Um.. then we read a rao kou ling, and it's exactly the same as my brother's role for a show in the drama club in HCI. Lols. Then after lunch was Assembly. Rachel played the school song and Sherlyn was the MC today. Talked about Sabbaticals and song composing today. Then we learnt the xiao qin ge for the 90th Anniversary. It too, sound some ancient. 火药味道浓厚中 err see? Only one part of the song.Now I am in the Comp lab and there's only me and Joy. So sad. I went over to watch the entertainers she showed me and it's played by our school band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2466087724382611630?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2466087724382611630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2466087724382611630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2466087724382611630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2466087724382611630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2466087724382611630' title='Oh ohh'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7013780334961083366</id><published>2007-06-30T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:54:25.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopens!</title><content type='html'>Hahaaa, long time didn't see. Didn't blog because the first week of school were too busy. Anyways, I am at home now, Youth Day on Monday. Oh and next week's gonna be a short one because we have fun fair on Friday. Our class are selling marshmallows, strawberries and bananas dipped in chocolate, Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our dan dan teacher was quite nice. She's actually good. Okay, our first lesson of the term was, guess what, Maths with Mr Tiong. Then we had Chinese Speech training. Our class was seperated into two groups. Me, in register 1-18, was taken by the male huang laoshi(da ping guo laoshi*big apple*). He was an interesting guy. He told us to introduce our names by using some other words. And I was called BASE in the end. My class practically was roaring with laughter and they continue calling me Base until now. Oh, and I was late because I had difficulties taking off my shoes.*My shoe pad was stucked to my leg. Anyways Jie Ying waited for me so she was late too. We were made to tell the class something, according to the teacher, we weren't punished. He was trying to make us buck up our confidence XD. Anyways I told them a joke. There was a refrigerator. There were eggs inside. The first egg told the second egg "Hey see. The last egg has hair!" Then the second egg told the third egg "Hey, the last egg has hair on it!" The last eg overheard and told them " Helloooo*fustrated*, I am not an egg, I am a KIWI!!!!!" They all went laughing. Then the teacher said " Very good! XD" Mmm, we also got to see Dandan. I found out her name wasn't 蛋蛋，it's 丹丹。Hahas. And her surname was huang too. Anyways, we had LA too. Did a couple of things. It wasn't as boring as I expected. Then we had assembly after lunch. They talked about stealing, hacking accounts, and cheating. It has been happening in our level. I knew two of the cases. I heard that the person who hacked into people's account to change the sabbaticals was made a PSL(peer support leader) later on. Then I went to the comp lab but I didn't update my blog, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day... nothing much if I am not wrong. gao xin complained that some one in her math statistics group &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; her chinese fps group has someone who didn't want to contribute at all and they are different people. Anyways, she said if she had a weak heart, she would have died a few times. I didn't laugh, because it's no laughing matter. She and yunge went to find Mr Tiong and huang laoshi, hope that they can solve some problem. CCA that day was okay, quite fun in fact. Mr Lee was complaining about us being lazy and not practicing hard enough though. Oh and I saw my science teacher on this day. She said I would get skin cancer if I continue sitting on my sit because the sunlight is shining on me. So I moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library on Wednesday to read "The Darkest hour" my book! Anyways, those people on the exchange progamme who came to our school(some from France, Australia, New Zealand, U.K. and more) were so noisy. Two of them were even dancing. You can imagine the noise they make. When I was finishing my book, two seniors I didn't know approachd me. They wanted to have an interview with me. They gave me two questions and made me sit down somewhere in the library, which was the place I was sitting. Then one of them started video taping and the other one asked me he questions. I think I answered quite sheepishly because I was stucked to the book for the past 2 and a half hours and my brain wasn't really working properly. But anyways, I answered their question and they thanked me and went away and I continued reading. End of story. The questions were funny, one was "互相竞争会给学生带来好处还是坏处?为什么?" and "你觉得我校课外活动能在什么方面改善?" Then I took around 5 minutes to get myself ready. I was quite dizzy when I look up to them and I only realized they were talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, oh I went to Mr Tiong's remedial class for fun that day. Then I went for sectionals. Practically did nothing. During prep, Mr Chia saw my photo with liu ee, boon fong and jia le in Genting, and my concert tickets for my parents. Then he came to talk to me. And he thought I bought the tickets to support my friends XD. Then he realized I am in band, and I remember telling him when he saw me carrying my clarinet long time ago. Anyways, I was reading my newspaper then he took my other newspaper and sat down opposite me and read. Then he started asking me those chinese words, like how to pronounce and what's the meaning. He asked a couple of words so I told him and he said my chinese's "not bad". I was thinking of saying 'I am good XD, not "not bad". And it's your chinese's that is lousy. XD" HAHAHA. But I decided not to say this out. Then he asked me if I was going for the activity he was organising. It was something like accompanying some old people and mentally or physically disabled people to a place. Then I said maybe and most probably yes. Then he said " Can you play your clarinet? I was thinking about having some performances for them. This is a rare occasion for them to come out." Then I said " Er,yeah can. If they don't mind squeaking XD. Don't want lah actually it's very awful." Then he said "It doesn't matter, it's your heart that counts. They will appreciate it." Lols, I think he's right afterall. After prep Mr Chia told those who's most probably be going to stay back and told us about those stuff. I found him repeating those things her told me earlier and found it boring. Anyways, Ms Cheung was supposed to check our rooms after prep but she did it during prep instead. And she found that our lights were on and wrote on the comments slip, it says "Didn't turn of lights ): Next time I will fine $$$" And she really put in those signs and the face, so cute... Then she said we need to mop the floor and report to the office that our shower tap is leaking but we didn't. We intended to do it next time, when we remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, time crawls. But CCA was truly fun. We were chased out to practice on outselves, all sec ones. So we went to the science block 4th floor. Then we played the Bavarian BBQ and Simple Serenade. Then we played the school song and simple gifts and a lot more. Pauline said she's going to faint because she played to hard. She wanted to reach the F resting in the fifth line(normal five lines, no additional ones) in treble clef. It was actually in simple serenade 3rd trumpet. No wonder they made hr play 3rds. I can't imagine how the 1st trumpet score look like. She said for simple serenade, there were notes four lines above the five lines for 1st. But we indeed sounded better after playing together. We made a conclusion : Bonding is important. Lols but it makes sense! Then I went back around 6.30pm. I went to eat and then bathe. Then I went for the English tuition in the exhibition room. Then I was told that my results for my LA was too high for the school to pay my tuition fees for me. That means I can choose not to go anymore! What luck!But you know my Language Arts mark is only 69% XD and Alicia's 65 something. I really don't know what others' results are. Fail? 60 just nice? Not sure. Hahaa, it's the best announcement I get for the whole week and it made the tuition bearable. After tuition, I went back home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not talk more now as I am feeling extremely tired, it's 0:53am now. So byeees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7013780334961083366?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7013780334961083366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7013780334961083366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7013780334961083366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7013780334961083366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7013780334961083366' title='School reopens!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7011476723759602650</id><published>2007-06-13T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:05:43.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYCB concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nanyang Concert Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;proudly presents....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;APPASSIONATA XI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 July, Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nanyang Girls High School Auditorium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conducted by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Samantha Chong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Lee Seck Chiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repertoire includes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Widow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aesop's Fables (First 2 movements with Narration)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Fugue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pirate's Dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple Gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the Saints go marching in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Eighties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Percussion Ensemble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Technology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under The Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alumni Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celebration Overture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean - Dead Man's Chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Junior Band (Sec1s and Sec2s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple Serenade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bavarian BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Umm, too sick to go for band pracs. I have been coughing and sneezing for two days. Urgh. So I didn't get to listen to the Bavarian BBQ XD. Nice name hmm, must practice harder when school reopens. Oh yeah, if some kind soul see this, please tell Sabrina(Clarinet SL) that I cannot go for band pracs on week 4 also because I am away! Okay, actually it's this week but my brother's CCA senior called him to go for CCA so....the trip postponed to next week.  I am supposed to go for CCA this week, but too bad I had flu. And I don't want to get into the "ciku ciku*" 170 bus full of bacteria and get sick again. Yeah, I GOT THOSE GERMS ON THE BUS. &gt;.&lt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; complicated, it's just a thick thick worksheet that needs loads of writing and tedious working. Aww, it depresses me everytime I think of it. Anddd, the Chinese was as bad. There's CME malay 剪贴簿 and SAIL that needs a report. Oh we still need to read 西游记 but I read already. Arrr, I missed out LA scenario writing, I am gonna die for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Don't ask me why it's called ciku ciku bus, ask Chuan Ling. But according to her, it's me that told her 'I took 170 and ciku ciku ciku... all the way here and spent 2 hours on it.' XD but I don't remember any bit of it. So never mind. Let it be...I always wanted a simple life. That's it. TV time. Byeees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7011476723759602650?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7011476723759602650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7011476723759602650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7011476723759602650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7011476723759602650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7011476723759602650' title='NYCB concert'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-69381176677517819</id><published>2007-06-07T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:25:35.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back....</title><content type='html'>Came back from Xing YIng's house for project and came back at 12.00am today. Went to sleep immediately. Oh yeah... project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun, in Xing Ying's house. Watched her crapping with her gay friend and her so called cousin on MSN. Her house was counted as huge. It has...three storeys. Yeah, and nice nice bathrooms. I slept with Xing Ying on Mondy night. She tried to take me as her pillow and I pushed her off as I woke up. *irritated* Before we sleep, she warned me not to roll all over her bed and she rolled instead. Lol. We slept at 12am and she went to the toilet in the middle of the night. I had an urge to stick my head into the ceiling because it's so near that I can actually touch it. I hope it doesn't sound weird. Anyways, we woke up at 7 the next day. We went to the roadside immediately as Xing Ying took a long time in the bathroom. We stood beside the lampost like a lampost XD. It's so boring. You would be very free when the traffic light it red. But when it turns green and all vehicles are rushing all over &gt;.&lt;&gt;Okay, about today...Nothing to say about. Oh, I went for band yesterday and the day before. I was very fun. I like pirates dream, the eighties, simple gifts, merry widow and all except for Aesop Fables and Metro Gnome. Aesop Fables has loads of semi quavers' chromatics and Metro Gnome has the beat of seven quavers in a bar XD. The conductor will go "1 2, 1 2, 1 2 3! 1 2, 1 2, 1 2 3!" Then it will suddenly change to "1 2 3, 1 2, 1 2! 1 2, 1 2 3, 1 2!"So complicated, I only played the first note and the ending XD. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, Byeeeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-69381176677517819?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/69381176677517819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=69381176677517819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/69381176677517819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/69381176677517819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#69381176677517819' title='Finally back....'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4286418284849103276</id><published>2007-05-31T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:58:20.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem</title><content type='html'>This is the poem written by me, Gao Xin Yi and Du Jie Ying:D We spent... half the day to finish this poem. We read it out in order. B=me, X=Xin Yi, J= Jie Ying.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  《歌颂你》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;（历史巨篇）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;都洁莹、高心怡、李贝诗&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;合著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许老师，                                                   X&lt;br /&gt;啊，                                                            B&lt;br /&gt;许老师，                                                     J&lt;br /&gt;啊！                                                          B&lt;br /&gt;啊！！                                                      X&lt;br /&gt;你，                                                           B&lt;br /&gt;耐心教导，                                               B&lt;br /&gt;让我们，                                                   J&lt;br /&gt;对未来，                                                   X&lt;br /&gt;充满希望！                                              All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们大家，                                              J&lt;br /&gt;都知道，                                                  J&lt;br /&gt;你对我们的心，                                      X&lt;br /&gt;付出，                                                      B&lt;br /&gt;都充满了，                                              B&lt;br /&gt;爱！！                                                     All&lt;br /&gt;你就像，                                                 X&lt;br /&gt;黑暗中的，                                               X&lt;br /&gt;一盏明灯，                                              J&lt;br /&gt;照亮了，                                                  B&lt;br /&gt;我们的心灵。                                          J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就像，                                                B&lt;br /&gt;一只，                                                     X&lt;br /&gt;领导羊群的，                                          J&lt;br /&gt;牧羊犬，                                               B&lt;br /&gt;指引                                                      X&lt;br /&gt;我们这些                                              X &lt;br /&gt;迷失的                                                  J&lt;br /&gt;羊儿                                                      J&lt;br /&gt;回家。                                                   B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许老师，                                               All&lt;br /&gt;啊， &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;啊！ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(B)&lt;/span&gt;啊！！ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然，                                                  X&lt;br /&gt;你在                                                     X           &lt;br /&gt;我们的                                                 J&lt;br /&gt;人生列车上，                                      B&lt;br /&gt;下了站，                                              B&lt;br /&gt;但是！                                                 X~欢迎你随时乘搭SIA回来~&lt;br /&gt;你对我们的，                                       X&lt;br /&gt;爱，                                                    All&lt;br /&gt;教导，                                                 All&lt;br /&gt;已经                                                     X&lt;br /&gt;烙印在                                                 J&lt;br /&gt;我们的                                                 B&lt;br /&gt;心灵。                                                All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你，                                                  J&lt;br /&gt;就像，                                              X&lt;br /&gt;旱季过后的                                     X&lt;br /&gt;第一场雨。                                       B&lt;br /&gt;哗哗啦啦，                                        J&lt;br /&gt;淅淅沥沥，                                        X &lt;br /&gt;沙沙。。。沙沙。。。                          X&lt;br /&gt;滴嗒 滴嗒。                                      B&lt;br /&gt;让，已经枯萎的                                  J&lt;br /&gt;我们                                                   B&lt;br /&gt;享受到                                              X&lt;br /&gt;沐浴在露水中                                  All    &lt;br /&gt;的快乐！                                          All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你，                                                  X&lt;br /&gt;像一棵大树，                                   J&lt;br /&gt;为我们                                              X&lt;br /&gt;遮风挡雨。                                        B  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你，                                                    J&lt;br /&gt;那瘦小的身躯，                                B&lt;br /&gt;却，                                                    X &lt;br /&gt;有无限的力量，                                B    &lt;br /&gt;无从的智慧，                                    J&lt;br /&gt;像天空般广阔的                               X&lt;br /&gt;包容心！                                           All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许老师，                                          B&lt;br /&gt;像蜡烛，                                          X  &lt;br /&gt;燃烧自己，                                      J&lt;br /&gt;来                                                      X&lt;br /&gt;照亮我们！                                   All&lt;br /&gt;你，                                                    Y&lt;br /&gt;是蜜蜂。                                              B&lt;br /&gt;每天在我们                                       X &lt;br /&gt;耳边 嗡嗡                                         J&lt;br /&gt;嗡嗡 嗡嗡                                         B&lt;br /&gt;地叫，                                                X&lt;br /&gt;让我们体验到，                               J&lt;br /&gt;华文的丰富、甜蜜。                          X&lt;br /&gt;你，                                                   B&lt;br /&gt;到处散播，                                       X&lt;br /&gt;教育的种子！                                  J&lt;br /&gt;许                                                     Y&lt;br /&gt;老                                                      B&lt;br /&gt;师！                                                  X  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;我们爱您！                  ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...finally finished. Byeees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-4286418284849103276?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4286418284849103276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=4286418284849103276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4286418284849103276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/4286418284849103276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4286418284849103276' title='The Poem'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-2070391783016342939</id><published>2007-05-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:12:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos took on 23rd May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ntqok5BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5AxDog6g590/s1600-h/DSCN1094[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364571167155218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ntqok5BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5AxDog6g590/s320/DSCN1094%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xu lao shi hugging....don't know who is she. Everyone received a hug from xu lao shi that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ntqok5CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dZYXjTXCC6w/s1600-h/DSCN1095[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364571167155234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ntqok5CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dZYXjTXCC6w/s320/DSCN1095%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste reading the 'book'. Me... I think I am storing xu lao shi's phone number and email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Nt6ok5DI/AAAAAAAAAGU/66FiwueYDw0/s1600-h/xulaoshi[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364575462122546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Nt6ok5DI/AAAAAAAAAGU/66FiwueYDw0/s320/xulaoshi%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu lao shi and her stuff in the staff room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndaok48I/AAAAAAAAAFc/b0sBsFVuRr8/s1600-h/DSCN1087[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364291994280898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndaok48I/AAAAAAAAAFc/b0sBsFVuRr8/s320/DSCN1087%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xing Ying and Justina crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndaok49I/AAAAAAAAAFk/HennXyCr_ks/s1600-h/DSCN1088[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364291994280914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndaok49I/AAAAAAAAAFk/HennXyCr_ks/s320/DSCN1088%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swollen eye Su Mei and Sara. Don't know which evil person trying to catch Su Mei crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndaok4-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5vnQsEXW3Hk/s1600-h/DSCN1090[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364291994280930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndaok4-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5vnQsEXW3Hk/s320/DSCN1090%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice picture, was presented on the comp with a very sad song. The song made many people cry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndqok4_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IHlRT8rtwIo/s1600-h/DSCN1092[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364296289248242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ndqok4_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IHlRT8rtwIo/s320/DSCN1092%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu lao shi's sec 4 photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Nd6ok5AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W2oRDTl6mgw/s1600-h/DSCN1093[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364300584215554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Nd6ok5AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W2oRDTl6mgw/s320/DSCN1093%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big face of Xu lao shi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NDqok43I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zf4gp82ppu4/s1600-h/DSCN1079[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363849612649330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NDqok43I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zf4gp82ppu4/s320/DSCN1079%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No eyes??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NDqok44I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iBRV8PI_wD0/s1600-h/DSCN1082[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363849612649346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NDqok44I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iBRV8PI_wD0/s320/DSCN1082%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute teddy! Our class bought this for Xu lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s1600-h/DSCN1083[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363879677420434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi, me and Jie Ying reading out the poem to Xu lao shi. We, especially me, laughing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok46I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DoM1Od_IXBI/s1600-h/DSCN1084[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363879677420450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok46I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DoM1Od_IXBI/s320/DSCN1084%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one please help Xing Ying. She lost her eyeballs. Ego Julie gave us an evil grin because she won't help Xing Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFqok47I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GFH4n637Bbg/s1600-h/DSCN1085[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363883972387762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFqok47I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GFH4n637Bbg/s320/DSCN1085%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许老师,&lt;br /&gt;啊,&lt;br /&gt;许老师,&lt;br /&gt;啊!&lt;br /&gt;啊!!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I shall post the whole poem next time. Some one can just remind me to do that. It was quite funny when we wrote it and read it in a very exaggerated way XD. But it turned out that our teacher's touched. Even the 乖乖 Xin Yi also burst into laughter when I exploded. I never stop laughing until the last part of the poem. I was reading like, "hihihhiiiii....啊~~~hihihihiiii..." But we got more serious when we reach the so-called climax. We said she was like a 牧羊犬. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MxKok4yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VyUQuMaN-oQ/s1600-h/DSCN1073[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363531785069346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MxKok4yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VyUQuMaN-oQ/s320/DSCN1073%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look righhhttt... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mxaok4zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A2TEobEyi18/s1600-h/DSCN1075[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363536080036658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mxaok4zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A2TEobEyi18/s320/DSCN1075%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was touched. Holding the teddy bear^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mxqok40I/AAAAAAAAAEc/uDZCeG8h8nA/s1600-h/DSCN1076[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363540375003970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mxqok40I/AAAAAAAAAEc/uDZCeG8h8nA/s320/DSCN1076%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah..don't drop it! hold it tighter...Take care of the teddy bear when you talk! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mxqok41I/AAAAAAAAAEk/sA0b9fNtRS8/s1600-h/DSCN1077[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363540375003986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mxqok41I/AAAAAAAAAEk/sA0b9fNtRS8/s320/DSCN1077%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAIYING, careful! The knife...are you killing someone or are you committing suicide?? You look so scary &gt;.&lt; Holding a tissue some more wor.要擦干净刀上面的血哦?remember your gloves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mx6ok42I/AAAAAAAAAEs/eQByaOeoriU/s1600-h/DSCN1078[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363544669971298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mx6ok42I/AAAAAAAAAEs/eQByaOeoriU/s320/DSCN1078%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Mei, stop squashing the bear's leg. Xu lao shi desperately protecting her teddy( xiao dory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Meqok4tI/AAAAAAAAADk/G9aIXS2EXvE/s1600-h/DSCN1067[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363213957489362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Meqok4tI/AAAAAAAAADk/G9aIXS2EXvE/s320/DSCN1067%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa crying and smiling at the same time...不要勉强,要哭就哭,要笑就笑!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MfKok4uI/AAAAAAAAADs/MwN3VvBHCsc/s1600-h/DSCN1068[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363222547423970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MfKok4uI/AAAAAAAAADs/MwN3VvBHCsc/s320/DSCN1068%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, don't get mistaken. Kind Saiying is comforting Van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mfaok4vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7NbE_5UX_aY/s1600-h/DSCN1069[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363226842391282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mfaok4vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7NbE_5UX_aY/s320/DSCN1069%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...nice mouth you have, Su Mei. The person who's feeding Su Mei needs to polish up her skills of feeding. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mfqok4wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x1LHJ172V4I/s1600-h/DSCN1070[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363231137358594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mfqok4wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x1LHJ172V4I/s320/DSCN1070%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia enjoying the food!! Yummy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mfqok4xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ipFGzXblous/s1600-h/DSCN1072[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363231137358610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Mfqok4xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ipFGzXblous/s320/DSCN1072%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose spoon was that? Su Mei cleaning off the ice cream on her uniform(Thanks to Xing Ying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLKok4oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PPwN6luEPAo/s1600-h/DSCN1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362878950040194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLKok4oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PPwN6luEPAo/s320/DSCN1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice ear muffs! Jessie tee, Jolene and Celeste very happy. Xu lao shi look so weird in ear muffs plus short sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLaok4pI/AAAAAAAAADE/36ztGyMHqlk/s1600-h/DSCN1062[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362883245007506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLaok4pI/AAAAAAAAADE/36ztGyMHqlk/s320/DSCN1062%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah!! 流星!!快点来看!! Saiying must be wishing, she looked so 'xing fu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLaok4qI/AAAAAAAAADM/GCdEt7c-H_4/s1600-h/DSCN1063[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362883245007522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLaok4qI/AAAAAAAAADM/GCdEt7c-H_4/s320/DSCN1063%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianing and Sai sai laughing at Rossane's joke( if I am not wrong) Jianing laugh until very "jian"XD Saiying look like "duh.....=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLqok4rI/AAAAAAAAADU/QxafUo9L4qA/s1600-h/DSCN1065[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362887539974834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLqok4rI/AAAAAAAAADU/QxafUo9L4qA/s320/DSCN1065%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie:"The cake is nice!! What are you waiting for? Come and eat!" Enjoying herself throughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLqok4sI/AAAAAAAAADc/qcuK-c3LBpQ/s1600-h/DSCN1066[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362887539974850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2MLqok4sI/AAAAAAAAADc/qcuK-c3LBpQ/s320/DSCN1066%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks a little bit gross. But it taste really nice! The gummy are the nicest. The chocolate cake and the ice cream and the gummy together: best cake in the world, gift to xu lao shi. Though it look a bit like...better keep the comments to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2aok4jI/AAAAAAAAACU/f2wrRGTC768/s1600-h/DSCN1054[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362522467754546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2aok4jI/AAAAAAAAACU/f2wrRGTC768/s320/DSCN1054%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talking to, xu lao shi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2aok4kI/AAAAAAAAACc/nGWd00FZLBQ/s1600-h/DSCN1055[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362522467754562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2aok4kI/AAAAAAAAACc/nGWd00FZLBQ/s320/DSCN1055%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair... very long. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2qok4lI/AAAAAAAAACk/8UPgjxn0ous/s1600-h/DSCN1058[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362526762721874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2qok4lI/AAAAAAAAACk/8UPgjxn0ous/s320/DSCN1058%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloves! In pink..Tania would simply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2qok4mI/AAAAAAAAACs/TyHc0bLZI34/s1600-h/DSCN1059[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362526762721890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L2qok4mI/AAAAAAAAACs/TyHc0bLZI34/s320/DSCN1059%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Nice one! Cutest photo for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L26ok4nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9F0e-oH7xlA/s1600-h/DSCN1060[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362531057689202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2L26ok4nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9F0e-oH7xlA/s320/DSCN1060%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffies! Jianing, obssessed in taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LQqok4eI/AAAAAAAAABs/dhHE7k90Dbc/s1600-h/DSCN1049[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361873927692770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LQqok4eI/AAAAAAAAABs/dhHE7k90Dbc/s320/DSCN1049%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone admiring Xu lao shi XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRKok4fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qOUrZ610oA4/s1600-h/DSCN1050[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361882517627378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRKok4fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qOUrZ610oA4/s320/DSCN1050%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu lao shi unwrapping her presents. Don't need to be so scared one la. Nothing would bite you, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRKok4gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LZl7uKvCiUE/s1600-h/DSCN1051[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361882517627394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRKok4gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LZl7uKvCiUE/s320/DSCN1051%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww,stop pulling the ******* out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRaok4hI/AAAAAAAAACE/5Zvbcax9urI/s1600-h/DSCN1052[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361886812594706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRaok4hI/AAAAAAAAACE/5Zvbcax9urI/s320/DSCN1052%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rude to point like that! Use your thumb! Xing Ying ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRaok4iI/AAAAAAAAACM/kf0e6IYSSgA/s1600-h/DSCN1053[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361886812594722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2LRaok4iI/AAAAAAAAACM/kf0e6IYSSgA/s320/DSCN1053%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random racket of Su Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Kt6ok4ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/XpV5SeLejBc/s1600-h/DSCN1041[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361276927238546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Kt6ok4ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/XpV5SeLejBc/s320/DSCN1041%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big big card with our "liu yan"s on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Kt6ok4aI/AAAAAAAAABM/XhVifGYU98g/s1600-h/DSCN1044[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361276927238562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Kt6ok4aI/AAAAAAAAABM/XhVifGYU98g/s320/DSCN1044%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, don't scold Su mei la. ( She's not, she's just talking to Su su.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KuKok4bI/AAAAAAAAABU/kt4VszTXc-k/s1600-h/DSCN1045[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361281222205874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KuKok4bI/AAAAAAAAABU/kt4VszTXc-k/s320/DSCN1045%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa, why you look so guilty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KuKok4cI/AAAAAAAAABc/gI4Oeqj1yMc/s1600-h/DSCN1046[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361281222205890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KuKok4cI/AAAAAAAAABc/gI4Oeqj1yMc/s320/DSCN1046%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn's water bottle seem so obvious, I like the colour! Blue and Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Kuaok4dI/AAAAAAAAABk/uaavM1fAHOs/s1600-h/DSCN1047[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070361285517173202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Kuaok4dI/AAAAAAAAABk/uaavM1fAHOs/s320/DSCN1047%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what is she doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KEqok4UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SiIxJvqpYhA/s1600-h/DSCN1035[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070360568257634626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KEqok4UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SiIxJvqpYhA/s320/DSCN1035%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake before demolishing... Looks nice eh? Although a little melted. It just happens that everyone use their spoon to scoope some cake so the cake end up like ...the picture shown earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KEqok4VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/30d7CJR70xM/s1600-h/DSCN1037[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070360568257634642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KEqok4VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/30d7CJR70xM/s320/DSCN1037%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuan Ling, Amanda, and Vanessa. Why am I behind? My fluffy hair &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KEqok4WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bn9WWSGWRtM/s1600-h/DSCN1039[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070360568257634658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KEqok4WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bn9WWSGWRtM/s320/DSCN1039%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dao- faced Julie. Do not dao xu lao shi hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KE6ok4XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H1pg9hGXkDY/s1600-h/DSCN1040[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070360572552601970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2KE6ok4XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H1pg9hGXkDY/s320/DSCN1040%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Xu lao shi to come!! Everything on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I am sleepy again. Yes, I shall post the poem in the next post, I remember lah. Bye- bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-2070391783016342939?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2070391783016342939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=2070391783016342939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2070391783016342939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/2070391783016342939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2070391783016342939' title='Photos took on 23rd May'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2Ntqok5BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5AxDog6g590/s72-c/DSCN1094%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-4042171429514552029</id><published>2007-05-27T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:45:56.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Title Hans Zimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/KoZW6PLTfe/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/KoZW6PLTfe/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pirates of The Carribean - 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Okay,now I am going to write about Xu Lao Shi: our chinese teacher's departure, NAPFA 2007, Formal dinner, Sabbaticals and today's parent's day a.k.a start of school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The Jong I mentioned on the previous post was my new friend in the boarding school. Her blog &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitterconfinement.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Go read it and you will find out her crazy and funny way of writing. Um...she wrote everything about the fun we had so I decided not to repeat it. Just look for a post full of blue and purple words, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th May 2007&lt;br /&gt;Xu Lao Shi left our school today. Almost the whole class cried for her because she is a good teacher afterall. She had been our Chinese teacher for the first semester our secondary school life.Mandy, Xingying, Van, Jessie Tan all of them were crying their eyes off.Anyways, our class bought her a scarf, a pair of gloves, earmuffs, a teddy bear, a cake, and a file that contains all our blessings for her, real, true ones. Me, Jieying, and Xinyi spent the whole day writing a poem for her, named "ge song ni". At first, we tend to make Xu lao shi laugh and don't take it seriously. But, when we read it to her, she seem like she will cry at any moment, she asked us to give her a copy of the poem, but she did not know, that we already left a copy in the file. The file, may, and will be in her and our memories, a good memory. I gave her a postcard for comments, she said "Bei Shi, smart, love asking questions. hen tao lao shi xi huan"And she hugged me and told me to be GUAI. These are some parts of a very very emo post written by me. It just happens that I was very emotional that day and loads of emo 'stuff'. It was so ... that I still go shivering when I read it. She went to some place for CIP last friday and is coming back on next Sunday. I hope I can see her some time in ther future. Lastly, I would like to congratulate Xu lao shi for the scholarship she won for Beijing University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA=extremely tiring activity/assessment.Five stations are still okay but 2.4 km run was terrible. I don't know why I face so much problems. Some of my friends and my timing wasn't recorded and almost made to run 2.4km again!! I almost died after running THAT can. Hey, 2.4km ler uncle,how can you be so careless? But, anyways the record was found on the day, just before we run again =D. Meh, won't talk more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term two formal dinner&lt;br /&gt;Also on 18th May. Had CCA before that. So me and Joy rushed up to bathe. And we came down 1 minute late. That doesn't matter then. Anyways, the performance this time is slightly more interesting. House tutors wore school uniform!! Mr Matthew Lim wore RI Uniform, Mrs Lim wore RGS uniform, Ms Yeo and another tutor wore MGS uniform, Ms See wore my uniform *winks*, Mr Chia wore HCJC's uniform and Mrs Chia wore NJC uniform. It was so cool!! Everyone laughed when they jumped onto the stage. And suprisingly, Ms Cheung was the MC that night. She seemed so different from usual. anyways, I had fun that night although the food wasn't quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbaticals week&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I was in the Malay Appreciation(compulsory) and Chinese Folk Art. On the first day, we had some malay food, very nice, but the lesson was boring. Chinese folk art was nice. We did 'zhong guo jie'. Did three dragonflies. After school, I went to the library. The second day we had some malay dance lesson. I felt very sleepy and don't feel like dancing. For chinese folk art we did a kite. I drew a frong on my kite because my group simply love my frog. We coloured it and left it to dry. After school I had band prac. It was the best band prac I ever had. We played so much that my lips turned red and there's a mark under my lips. My thumb looked as if it was dead.I love band pracs!! Third day: We went to Arab Street. We visited a mosque, then we went around Arab street. Chuan Ling, Yuka, Justina, Kah Mun, Tania and me went to a coffee shop for breakfast. We ate things like mee rebus, mee siam and curry chicken rice. For Chinese folk art, a artist from China call luo xian sheng came to teach us how to make dolls using flour. I made a ladybug and a rabbit. Although it looked a little disfigured :) After school I went to the comp lab with Jong. Laughed a lot. Haha. On the fourth day, watched a play during Malay sabs. We flied our kites during Chinese. Our kite were so perfectly made so it flied even without us running around. Yuka burnt her butt because she sat on the track when she was tired. I was also under the sun and was sweating all over. But at least I wasn't cute enough to sit on the burning hot track XD. On the last day, we watched a movie on Malays and Chinese, on races. It talked about Malays and Chinese in Malaysia. The teacher said this movie was banned in Malaysia because it has some sensitive parts like the malay girl in the movie got 5A s in SPM and got a scholarship. The boy got 7A s but didn't get anything. OKay, enough of that. During our Chinese sabbaticals, a very rude teacher came in. She told us to cut some stuff to make our own card . After that we put our cards together then she told us to choose. Then she went insulting each card. She said Tania's marmaid is very ugly, a girl's teddy bear very childish and so on.Everyone got very offended and went back to our seats and started to ignore her and talk among ourselves. She was sort of pissed off and went around telling us off for being noisy XD Then we all quiet down and stare at her. Then she dismissed us at 1.30pm, 30 minutes earlier than other classes so that we don't need to see each other anymore. So we all wondered around the school before going for CCA. At night, I went to watch a concert. Tian Hui played!! She was very good. After that, me and Jong stated back to help them keep those drums and stands. I took a stand and JOng took a very small little thing. Mr Lim smuggled us out of the boarding school. Saying that we are the helpers. Jong got very excited because this was her first time going to school in casual clothes, some more at night. Then she went 'heheheheheeeee'-ing all the way. Then she whined so much that a teacher going with us said something ( I forgot what he said but it's quite funny). We took the lift all the way up to third floor. They all went into the lift, leaving me and Mr Tan behind. Haha. I kept quiet. Then I helped Mr Tan keep the lift oppen for him to carry the big big drum in. Then he told me (like I don't know) to press third floor. Then I let him out first, (of course, I can't go out and leave him inside the lift right? He would probably being stucked inside the lift because of the clumsy big drum)then he seemed to be very suprised, he said 'thank you' twice. He wanted to tell me to hold the lift for him but I did that before he told me. I thought it was basic manners to let him out first. Anyways, I found a piece of hard rubber in the lift. Mr Tan told me to keep it because he said it might be te String emsemble's cello's rubber underneath it. Oh, don't know what am I talking about. I went back to the boarding school at 9++pm. The school was very dark at that time. Because you see shadows everywhere. Grrrr. I slept at 10.19pm because it's very scary to see newspaper everywhere in the room, and three empty beds around you. All my roomates went home that day and the room  left only me. They cleared all their things so the room looked deserted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents day&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7.30am. I got ready and met my parents in the funtion room at 8.30. I showed my parents my group's artwork exihibited in front of the auditorium. The stool with twigs sticking out and was full of rubbish. 'It looks messy but it's arraged in a messy way. It brings out the theme but it won't let us feel like throwing rubbish in it. Nice piece of work.' quotes from Mrs Tan. We went to take our report book before we went to see Mrs Toh. She chased me out and talked to my parents. She told my parents that I must improve my English. Bleh. I got 69% for Lang Arts and the highest in level is 78% can. The average is only 65.4%Grrrrr. She told my parents to give me tuition.zzzzz. After that, we went up to see my form teacher. She said I was very quiet. But she said it's my character so there's no way anyone can change. But she said I can voice out my opinions. She said I am top 5 in class, dont know sure or not la. She say it's around there la. Uh... my highest mark is Intefrated Maths, 94%. I didn't know I got a B for Dance XD. My overall average=78.17% conduct: very good(seriously, my primary school teacher will laugh at this) XD. After that, home sweet home !!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, going to watch a movie with my friends on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Byeee, write next time. It's lunch time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-6036197664242198918?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6036197664242198918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=6036197664242198918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6036197664242198918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/6036197664242198918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6036197664242198918' title='Many things to write.'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7740858786729220770</id><published>2007-05-14T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:30:25.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jong...... =)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...mm. Went back to the boarding school around 9.49pm. Waited for 15 minutes, erm no, 5 minutes before I get my passport. Then I saw Miss Cheung coming down and she told me in a matter- of- fact tone. " All your roomates are not back yet and I went to your room for room check. It's quite clean la." Then I said " Oh okay." Then I have nothing to say so I smiled at her. Then she said, "Haha.. so cute." Then she poked my forehead and went away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo...no time for me to blog about the fun I had with Jong NOW. Talk about it next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:Jong = Joy Ong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7740858786729220770?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7740858786729220770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7740858786729220770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7740858786729220770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7740858786729220770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7740858786729220770' title='Jong...... =)'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3482746135020645375</id><published>2007-04-24T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:12:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*No title*   =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sunday. 22th April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much, spent the half the day with my parents, celebrating my dad's birthday. Had steamboat... went back around 9.45pm and found that there's movie tonight. Saw Sai YIng and Sera on the way back to the room, and was dragged down again to eat supper together. Slept around..... eleven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday. 23rd April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling weird today. Can't write properly and is using broken sentences in the blog. Never mind, I am fine, so don't care about beishi, peishi, peisi, pepsi, ducky, flamingo. Okay, lets talk about the story for being called flamingo, which is a very short one. Last Thursday during band prac break, I was standing there, and suddenly my leg felt itchy so I used my the other leg to scratch. So I am called flamingo because both of us stands using one leg. The end. Anyways, DURING band prac, I was sitting between Hui Zhen and Jessie Tee, and was constantly poked &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch was art. Mrs Tan wanted us to draw our shoes... So shoes are found on tables instead of on the floor. It's lucky for us because there isn't any weird smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehem hem.... Term two's schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/4 UNSW science quiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25/4 Science test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26/4 LA test, meeting with MOE people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27/4 Deadline for History assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30/4 Annual sports meet with HCI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/5 Labour Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/5 Maths Test, last day for tests!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7/5 CIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8/5 Meeting with Principal, vice principals and Deans at conference room at 9.45 to 10.15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10/5 Juniors of primary school checking in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11/5 SMBO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14/5 CIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17/5 7.45-8.45 make dumplings with PSG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21/5 CIP, start of Sabbaticals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25/5 SMBO finals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26/5 parents day, start of one month school holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just found this photo online.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057259256932498130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Ri7-f-qEetI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gtHw5nMUkJs/s320/2006pics02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3482746135020645375?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3482746135020645375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3482746135020645375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3482746135020645375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3482746135020645375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3482746135020645375' title='*No title*   =P'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Ri7-f-qEetI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gtHw5nMUkJs/s72-c/2006pics02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3318612085342959616</id><published>2007-04-02T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:11:14.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm, going back on Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Okay, first thing. I am going back on this Thursday. For Good Friday, indeed good eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's assembly wasn't really fun. Mrs Chitra scolded us for coming in late. She made all the late-comers sit on the floor because it is rude to get sitted when people had already started their speech. Anyways, Mr Rolan Issac ( not sure who is he) came to give us a talk on taking care of our eyes. He said short- sight may lead to blindness. When the short-sighted condition worsen, the eyeballs may burst due to the high pressure. Or whatever. After he left, to our horror, Mrs Chitra went up to the stage, and started her ....lecture. * Gasps*She was almost shouting at us. Anyways, forgot to add something. Ms Sabrina caught Jessie (Tee) sleeping in the Auditorium again, which is the second time. .... We were dismissed a little later that usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went all the way up to the board room on the fourth floor, to help Mr Tiong who wants to video tape me and Jessie doing maths. Um, trying to find out how different foreign students and local students think, I think so. So, both of us had fun, chatting instead of doing work. As there's nothing much to do, we came out quite early. There's nothing for me to do so I came to the comp lab and on a computer to blog this. How interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I drew a thank you card for the boarding school representing 105'07. :) I drew it yesterday and Ms Cheung came when I am half done. She came for a room-check. And she used a piece of paper to hit me, trying to make me respond. And I did. I said I did my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today we are assigned to dress up a ginger bread man. One for everyone. I haven't coloured mine, mind you. Better remember to finsih it or I will get killed tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the boarding school's having an orientation game for the three weeks experience boarders. They encouraged the actual boarders to join too. But I am not because I am helping them. So, I think I am going to the office to help them earlier, maybe at 7.10pm. We are excused from the prep time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I watched Happy Feet yesterday in the Function Room. It's so cute. The penguin call "Mumbo" or "Mumble" or whatever.Grrrrr. Though I watched it before, I still enjoyed it very much. My parents came to give me my Math notes half way through the movie. I talked to them for a while before going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to go back at 5pm or 5.30pm afterwards. Better ask for Geography notes to do those stupid IPO charts tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3318612085342959616?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3318612085342959616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3318612085342959616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3318612085342959616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3318612085342959616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3318612085342959616' title='Mmmm, going back on Thursday.'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-7394520280122042455</id><published>2007-03-29T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:16:26.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?????</title><content type='html'>HOMEWORK.....&lt;br /&gt;1.Math Basic Research (Train Problem)&lt;br /&gt;2.Math textbook-- Number Sequence-- in excercise book&lt;br /&gt;3.Math assignment NS1 due ---9th April&lt;br /&gt;4.Chemistry worksheet due tommorow morning&lt;br /&gt;5.Geography Presentation&lt;br /&gt;6.Go submit Permission slip for returnung after curfew.&lt;br /&gt;7.Chinese Future Problem Solving&lt;br /&gt;8.Chinese Movie thingy&lt;br /&gt;9.Maths Statistics Poster&lt;br /&gt;10.BRP Science Report editing&lt;br /&gt;11.Study for Chem (Mrs. Chek or whoever's coming to science class)&lt;br /&gt;12.Study for Statistics quiz by tommorow 7.45am&lt;br /&gt;13.Chinese SIA&lt;br /&gt;......That's all I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it has been 20 days since I had actually posted something. It had been a week of school after term holidays so there's quite a lot of thing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Goh and Mr. Tiong changed our seats on the first..or second day of school. Then somehow Chuan Ling proposed to change the way of sitting in class. She proposed that we sit in a U shape and leave a space in the centre. But Miss Goh told us that the school actually tried that before and after healf a year, people sitting by the side actually got 'lazy eye'. So, we only change seats.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new for me, for I am still sitting with Xin Yi. Both of us just happened to move together to the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, Mr Tiong asked us if he can put a video camera behind of the class last week. All of us' reaction was same, which is "Huh??? Why?"Soooo, he explained...Then, we got to know that he's still studying Maths. We said in some days we need to call him Dr. Tiong instead of Mr. Tiong. The first tryout was on last Thursday. He put the camera right beside me and started teaching. But everyone got so distracted that he had an urge to off the camera. But he can't, obviously, because it's for his research. Ahaaa, anyways, he said he is distracted by the camera too. Then he found me and Jessie and asked us for help. He told us to stay back one afternoon every week and do some Mathematics questions under the camera for one hour. I thought it's pretty fun so I decided to help him. He said he wants two of us and a few Singaporeans because he wants to know what's the differences  within our thinking.He said foreign students like us have not learn something blah blah blah which I can't remember where people in Singapore primary school do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....we watch a movie during Chinese lessons for this three days. It's a show by Chen Kai Ge(陈凯歌）. It's about a 13 year old boy who can play violin very well and his father wanted to bring him to Beijing to learn violin after a competition held . He found a teacher and dropped him down. But he doesn't think the teacher is teaching well so he wanted his son to change a teacher. His son was very angry and sold the violin his mother left to him away. Somehow the boy changed teacher. He was selected to go for a National competition but his father isn't going to watch him. He is leaving that night. A girl who has the same teacher as him was very sad and she told him she only realised she love music so much when she wasn't selected for the competition. The boy said he knew what to do and ran away. The girl went for the competition and the boy went to find his dad in the train station. He found his father and was touched by his father's love towards him and played him the competition piece. He put in all the feelings in him when he played that to thank his father so that's his best piece he ever played. Yunge was crying when the show ended. I think the most touching part is when the boy played the song to his dad, and when the expressions of the boy's dad when the boy sold the violin. But the character who gave me the deepest impression was the Jiang lao shi. He was the boy's first teacher. Although he didn't really teach the boy anything but he trained the boy's patience,and he told him to feel, and think about the music instead of playing it.I really like the man's characters. He earned my respect by not scolding the boy when the boy said he's smellier that his cats and he never see him changing clothes since he knew the man. Instead of hiting or scolding the boy, he thought about himself. He's able change after the boy's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am taking part in the Singapore Maths Olympiad competition. It's holding on 29th May(Tuesday) from 9.30am to 12 noon. Erm, venue unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Gotta stop here or I will go on and on and I will not get all my homework done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-7394520280122042455?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7394520280122042455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=7394520280122042455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7394520280122042455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/7394520280122042455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7394520280122042455' title='Huh?????'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3883603640971218474</id><published>2007-03-08T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:13:29.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh..</title><content type='html'>Yep. It's uh huh. I got sore eye. So.....no school. That means no camp, no friends, no fun, no sleeping in school, no camp fire, nothing. I won't get to learn those things they have learnt in the camp. And I am going to miss the first and last opportunity to have a camp with my friends this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is risky for me to go to the camp, so I didn't. But I really look forward to the camp. It just happened, on day zero. I am sure that I was perfectly fine during the preparations. Then my eye started to... sort of swell, and became very itchy. Wow, then my CCA senior asked me what happened. I think they found something white in my eye. She... wanted to touch my eye but she didn't in the end.Lucky for her. Anyways, when I went back to the boarding school, it worsen. It got quite red and I was scared that it will.. somehow burst. So I called my mum and sms my tutor, Miss Cheung. Miss Cheung called me and told me to tell my parents to come and fetch me, immediately. She told me that the sore eye virus started spreading already. She said she told my roommate that she need to go home( That is Jessie) but she didn't. She only left that day morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I wanted to blame her but she really has poor hygiene. She knew she had sore eye but she still came back to school. Her eye was so swollen that she can't go to school. She was lying in her bed for two whole days doing nothing. Her parents didn't even fetch her home.Okay, it is gross enough to live with a person who has sore eye.She even used a handkerchief to collect all her tears and virus.I don't know what did she do to the handkerchief afterwards. Did she wash it? Or she threw it on  her table and use her hands which is full of condensed virus to touch the water tap and the bathroom? Seriously I really don't know. She was staying in the room alone, for the whole day. Is it safe? She shouldn't have stay for so long. She actually shouldn't have came back to the boarding school. It is really inconsiderate to come back because you will pass the virus to everybody near you.Then those people will pass it to their classmates and family memebers,and those people will pass it back to their family members. It is not exaggerated. That's what happened during SARS period. It may not be that serious but it is no joke. What do you think will happen to the community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem... back to the story. So I called my parents. They reached there about 9.56pm. So, very depressed, I brought everything home. I am not planning to go back until the term holiday is over. Since then, I finally understand the importance of personal hygiene. I hope my friends care about it. It is really very important. When you are sick, don't go to crowded places, be considerate.Don't pass the virus to everyone. It really is a serious matter.And remember to wash your hands very often, especially after coming back from places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I think my friends are preparing for the camp fire already. If I am not wrong, they are going to have talent time tonight.Wish them all the best.Hope they all enjoy the camp. I am sure they will do well because.... 105'07 ROCKS!!!!!!!*yells*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* According to Chuan Ling, Mr Tiong made the whole class applaud for us, because two of us actually stayed back to stack up all the chairs and desks.Then take off all the chinese new year decorations, and clean the classroom.  Mr Tiong walked past our class and saw us that day. He looked suprised because there's only two of us.Anyways, thank him for helping us. We manage to use one hour and a half to finish everything. By the way, by the time we finished everything, all of us have red face and untidy hair. But I actually enjoyed throughly. I don't know what about Chuan Ling la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go.It's kinda late already. Need to take my medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3883603640971218474?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3883603640971218474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3883603640971218474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3883603640971218474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3883603640971218474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3883603640971218474' title='Uh huh..'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-3405412621047293852</id><published>2007-03-04T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:12:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!! At home now...</title><content type='html'>Oh...I didn't know I haven't been posting anything for so long. Okay...it's quite normal for the other people but to me, going home is big deal...Never mind..Anyways, I went to accompany some old folks today.It's after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to the place we are supposed to meet after the bell rang.We were so excited and ran very fast. All...no, most of us were carrying big bags onto the bus because we need to clear things away by Monday( people are staying in our classrooms).We departed at around...2..40p..m. It was raining. We reached the place quite quickly, to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stoning around the place at first.(We are supposed to do something). Those old folks helped themselves..lol.They took those chairs and sat down.Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Goh's&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; and quickly told us to do some work.All of us were really very shy and didn't want to talk to them.Alas, we started to warm up after Audrey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jianing&lt;/span&gt; went to organise the place.We played games.Pretty boring but we enjoyed ourselves.Thanks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we still had time left so we sang songs like 月亮代表我的心, 甜蜜蜜,老鼠爱大米,童话,恭喜恭喜,朋友,友谊万岁,and more and more.Somehow we sang Mai hum Mai hum.Lol.Mee Siam Mai Hum.Then some of the old folk got tired of us and wanted to go home.So we dismissed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; briefed us about our behavior.Loads of positive points and only a few negative points.She said we did a good job and she's really pleased.The person from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lionbefrienders&lt;/span&gt; association came and thank us for coming.As we really had fun so we wished to go there again. We found that it's fun to play with those old folks although they may be naggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around five we went back to school. All of us felt very tired and didn't talk much. Only Vanessa and Jessie Tan very so hyper, they were singing songs. Van went kicking my skirt as she's so excited.(She sits behind me).Anyways, my mum reached the BS at 6pm.Then I quickly went home.Lucky there wasn't any traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...finished all homework.Okay, things to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;: Find Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, Apply to leave school early on 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March,return book to library and check what to bring list for life skills camp.Anyways, I don't really know how big my bags(two, mind you) will be.Anyways, I am so happy because we are going to stay in school!!First time in my life!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Annd&lt;/span&gt;, our class have a class blog already.Very different from my primary school.I am sure that some of my primary schoolmates don't know what is a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...I forgot.Last Monday,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling and I went for math remedial.When we told Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt;,he's like..uh...wasting my time.Because we just go there for fun.When we were waiting outside the board room, we felt very bad.But since we already came so we went in.Lucky there's more than two of us.He found a couple more person. Then he said, how encouraging that there's only two out of seven of us needs remedial.We finished our worksheet in a short time.Then he talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling and me.He asked us if we are happy in the first term of school.Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling said she was bullied by us.I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling had been screaming in class.Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; said it's normal for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;monitress&lt;/span&gt; to shout. Then I told him that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling shouted because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; had been poking her.Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling framed me!! She said I poked her.I said I didn't .Then she said I didn't protect her from people poking her. I was like this =.= Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; laughed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;shook  his &lt;/span&gt;head.Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; was mean that day.He said very unkindly,smiling to those people.He pointed on the paper and said 'wrong..', 'Wrong...','WRONG!!','WRONG!!!!!'. IF I were the person,I will be dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;.By the time the remedial ends,it's raining so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling and I weren't intending to go home.You know what Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; said? He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;said 'Now&lt;/span&gt;, quickly go home now,you mum will miss you.'Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; Ling said' Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; don't have her mum to miss her.' Then we settled down in front of maths department and started to talk about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I better stop or I will write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; out.I really will write something like' I went to the toilet at 5.42p.m.'.I would better pack something for the life skills camp...Bags and bags for me to bring back.Okay,I will stop here and blog next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-3405412621047293852?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3405412621047293852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=3405412621047293852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3405412621047293852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/3405412621047293852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3405412621047293852' title='Yay!! At home now...'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-117066647328442272</id><published>2007-02-06T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:07:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!HAPPY!!My leave form is approved that means I can go home on Chinese New Year!!Annd...I got a laptop!!</title><content type='html'>Uh.....went to Mrs Toh's office.Someone's in there.So I waited outside.A teacher saw me and asked me what happened.Lol.He must be thinking that I did somethign wrong.So...everything went smoothly when I got the approval.Happy!!Yeeeha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,guess what,I got a laptop!!!Yipee!!!But can't surf the net yet because there's no signal.Gotta try again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,MrTiong cut his hair,finally.Look much much different , much younger.At least ,he look more like a 26 year-old man.When he first get into our classroom, everybody thought "what's wrong with Mr Tiong , what he didn't come to class today?"Then We took a closer look..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's dumbfounded.Uh...he's Mr Tiong then.Everyone forgot to greet him, we just stared at him.Then he said' Yes I know I cut my hair.' And everyone laughed when Shannon asked him if he's Mr Tiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of time.It's time for me to go.I am freeeezing.grr. I shall post something interesting next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-117066647328442272?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/117066647328442272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=117066647328442272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/117066647328442272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/117066647328442272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117066647328442272' title='Yay!!!HAPPY!!My leave form is approved that means I can go home on Chinese New Year!!Annd...I got a laptop!!'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-116945495956652573</id><published>2007-01-23T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:35:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh..???Whaats going on?</title><content type='html'>Oh my god!!!Where are you?I happen to have loads of homework:Science worksheet,Basic Research Programme thingy,Language Arts Project,Geography project, maths homework,history homework,read L.A. handout pg16-24,and a few pieces of other handouts, read "Emily of Emarald Hill" by next Thursday.And we will have a maths Quiz this Friday,a L.A. Quiz about Emily on next Thursday.And the L.A. project is due on next Monday ....&lt;em&gt;   HORROR ...... Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh....Basic research programme is due on this Wednesday.I have no idea what to do!!HEEELP!!Ahhh.... anyways...I still have the stupid art thingy to finish and pass up on this Wednesday!Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always busy on Monday.We take a longer time during assembly because we need to sing the school song every Monday.We got into a wrong classroom two times today.First we thought we have our science lessons in out lab but they schedule went wrong .We are supposed to go to the lab on Wednesdays for even week and Tuesday for odd week.So we waited and waited outside the lab. Suddenly Miss Goh(our form teacher) came .She's a science teacher who teaches Biology and Chemistry.She will be my Chemistry teacher next term.She there for a lesson.Not for us though.She laughed and told us that our teacher didn't come and her students didn't turn up. She told us to go back to the classroom and look for our teacher.When we reached the classroom,our teacher is sitting there,waiting for us.So we only had 45 minutes of science lesson.Then...after lunch we had art lessons.We are supposed to go to the second floor but we went to the first floor instead.It's just because we had our first lesson in the first floor.At that time ,the second floor art room's on some renovation ,I think.We sat in the first floor art room for fifteen minutes,wondering why the teacher haven't turn up.Our monitress Chuan Ling then went to look for her.She found her in the second floor.Sooo....we went up again.I think ther teacher's losing her mind.She kept insisting thatshe taught us something.But the whole class don't know what is she talking about.But she didn't care.She told us to take out the notes we took down and started to teach.So everyone's looking at her blankly,no idea what's she saying at all.Lol...Talked about mind-mapping.She didn't give us the homework but told us the pass it up to her!!Very obviously nobody did that so wehave to hand it up on this Wednesday.She must have lost track of time !!&gt;:(     MEHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I am using PC20 now!Jessie's supposed to be with me but she didn't know what to do so she went back to the boarding school.Pointless to stay there if you have nothing to do.According to Jessie,the other two roommates went to Coronation again.Wonder why eh??Maybe they are trying to find a place to familiarise with.Going there almost everyday now.And buy things everytime they came back.Snacks,toys,presents and more .I thought Alicia was so stingy that she just won't go to photocopy her homework as it is needed,she would rather copy it down by herself.Woow,so stingy yet so wasteful.Hihhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I gotta go.Post more next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36889135.post-116902240634887824</id><published>2007-01-18T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:26:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!Finally........</title><content type='html'>I finally got to use a computer!!!YAY!I have not been using a computer for at least 2 weeks!Now I am at my school's comp lab no.1,using PC10.Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;There's loads of assignments,homework,and reading to do.Phew...there's two maths question I don't know.I have to design a logo,do two maths homework,science assingment and enrichment worksheet.I have a science quiz onthis Friday.Everyone is comfused.Teachers are giving homework faster than what we can finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....teachers.Everyone's cool.There's Miss Khoo for Geog,Mrs. Kuan for history,Mr Tiong for maths,Miss Goh and Mrs Chan for science,Xu2 lao3 shi1 for chinese(just graduate from HCJC),Mrs Lee for Language Arts,Miss Campbells for Art,Chen Lili for dance(-_-"),and a teacher for martial arts( nanzhong quan).All very cool...Everyone except for xu2 lao3 shi1 is funny,all of them are kind.Mr Tiong's cute.Feel like laughing everytime I see him.Because when he turns his head his hair will jump up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates.There are funny names,real name,they are.There's Yuka, Yunge, Trisha, Tania, Kahmun,Justina,Nerice,Julie,Amanda,Rosanne,Xin yi(Gao, not Kang.She's from China.),two Jessies,Marie,Sera,Celeste,Venessa,Chuan Ling,Lynn and many many more.36 person in my class.I am in 1/5 number 12!!&lt;br /&gt;Got an angel,but took a long time to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA.Got into concert band.Played clarinet again.To my suprised,All my room mates went into that.Hateful roommates,they are.Got to know many seniors in band.All of them are kind!!There's one from Malaysia.Yun Jing's friend,named Amanda.I am the only Sec 1 to join the band for practising,because I am special!!The other Sec 1s were sitting outside the bandroom,on the floor too.But I must go back late. For practise.Miss Chong,my band coach,cute looking.All the songs they play ,is,extremely hard.Too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommates.Thieves is the word to describe them.Stealing,they are.Alicia from Foon Yew3,Tang Hui Ying from Foon Yew 4,and Jessie Tee ,who, is in the same school with me,Foon Yew 2.I went back late on one Thursday,because of band,And I am special because they don't need to.Then...I felt weird because the room windows are closed that day,but lights were on.When I went up,I felt cool air rushing towards me when I went into my room.You know what they did?&lt;br /&gt;All rooms have a aircond.And the controller was on the wall,with a plastic locked.There's space enough for a ruler to poke in.And Tang Hui Ying,Heng Yang's sister(extremely famous between NY sec 3)took a ruler and poke the controller to on the air-cond.They were enjoying the cool air when I went in.So,very obvious I will object,and I told them to off it.Know what they say,The one from FY4 said"never mind wan la,if we are caught I pay lo,at most scold us only mah...".Alas ,I told my mum and my mum talked to jessie,and they off it.After that incident,they stop talking to me...I wonder why eh?They...sort of boycott me ,talked to themselves loudly,and when they give out sweets they even give it to our 'neighbours'except me.Well,I don't mind actually,but I know what's going on.There's one time they invited two friends to our room.They played games and shouted loudly until,well,12am.I shouted at them two times but they ignored me.Alas ,the older one felt uncomfortable being stared by me and went back.Then the other one followed.I only got to sleep at 12.30am.They stick together in school.Shrimp always went to find them during recess,and three of them stick together.I wonder how are they going to survive in Nanyang because they speak Chinese between themselves.I have many Singaporean friends now,oh yeah,there's another two classmates call Shannon and Jolene.Back to my roommates.They are a little insane these few days.FY4 girl's alarm clock sounded at 4 one day,FY3 girl's alarm sound on 5 today.They got ready at 6 and went out together,when I just woke up.I don't know what they did but I am earlier then them to reach school.During prep time,they sat together,huddled up on a small table.Got warned yesterday because of talking loudly.They even brought food down to study hall and food is strictly forbidden there.So mind,they better be more careful,one more rule broken by them,they will pay.I will tell Miss Cheung and she told us she will turn very nasty is we are disobedient.She said the sec 3s hated her very much and sec 2s liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSL sessions every Tuesday.The PSL(Peer Support Leader)s (seniors) will come to our class every Tuesday.It the first time they started this Tuesday.They are completely depressed after the sessions.Because everybody kept quiet (too tired)and watched them talking in front.And we are supposed to talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow have band practise ,must be very tiring.But I am looking forward to that rather than staying in the room with my roommates.Oh yeah,our school computer had band youtube and MSN.and the boarding school's comp too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finished my calligraphy lessons now.Two together.I am glad because it's boring.It's indeed Singapore,they use projectors to teach too.An old man taught us.Some Singaporeans are going to be more tired because they take third languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:Things to do :             1.Let mum sign the student handbook&lt;br /&gt;              2.Let mum sign the letter in my health booklet.&lt;br /&gt;             3.Do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;             4.Study for Friday's Science quiz.&lt;br /&gt;             5.Do research for my project.&lt;br /&gt;             6.Do basic research programme's homework.(can't understand a thing what Miss Goh Said)&lt;br /&gt;            7.Ask dad about the Maths problem.&lt;br /&gt;            8.Quickly end this because I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I gotta go.Write next time!Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36889135-116902240634887824?l=blog-ducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/feeds/116902240634887824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36889135&amp;postID=116902240634887824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/116902240634887824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36889135/posts/default/116902240634887824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-ducky.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116902240634887824' title='Yay!!Finally........'/><author><name>Bei Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301901221133682009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaVLj4S9Fj8/Rl2NFaok45I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AC0fLl42RKM/s320/DSCN1083%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
