<?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-8961812</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:56:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prillywhirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-114855928756556529</id><published>2006-05-25T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:14:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hee hee... Now I'm grinning like an idiot... I'll tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you not think Mr Darcy is perfectly splendid? Sigh... He's so disagreeable, yet so... so... charming. He's charming, not in the himbotic sense of the word like Prince Charming, but charming in a really stable way. Heh... And Mr Darcy is stiff with honour, which is something that just makes you want to respect him. The only gripe I have is his name, Fitzwilliam. It's quite an awful name. It's like Winnefred on girls. Now you know why everyone calls him Mr Darcy. Hee... but still... He IS so charming :) I think this is what people call, hmmm, waxing lyrical, but I'll continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The thing about him is that... he's god-centred in a wonderful way. I mean, at the start, he's absolutely horrid (but I still found it charming anyway...) and then his character starts to build, but in a really amazing way. You suddenly realise it was there all along, just that all that initial pride and well... prejudice was all people could see. Elizabeth couldn't have washed him clean of it all by herself, God did, but He used her. Isn't that amazing? And that's the way courtship and marriage should work out. He's meant to help you and you're meant to help him to grow closer to God, so you see more of your maker in each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's what's so romantic about Pride and Prejudice. Austen is a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mamm says I'm a hopeless romantic. Well, I guess so :) But that's only with Mr Darcy. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-114855928756556529?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/114855928756556529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=114855928756556529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114855928756556529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114855928756556529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/05/hee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-114796374031602102</id><published>2006-05-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:49:00.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been looking through old pictures. I mostly love old pictures :) They're such happy things, but then they make me think too much, so I've got a slight headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha, I looked at the whole HC file... I REALLY miss 06A15... There were so many happy times... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ponning CSP and running to the fish tank to slack, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;running off to coro to eat :p,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the day we got to dance in front of the school for our zai fac :D,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;David torturing the hamster with a paintbrush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;our gay guys playing with flowers at spizza (they were seriously gay) :p,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meiling dancing and looking oh so pretty :),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jack wearing Alison's skirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AHHHHH, I miss you guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then there's the team... Heh, I keep the real good memories :p That day we went down to the river and sam obliged me by singing the sound of music :D True sc-ness... Haha :p Pride and prejudice (MR DARCY!!!) where SOMEONE cried, charm didn't cry, adel didn't cry, I didn't cry... I wonder WHO did :p and NTUs... and the short skirt thing. heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh... Oh well... If I looked more, it'd go back to sc days, with the girls in debate, their first lessons in case set-up :p AWWWW... it's great and lovely to look back at old photos, just that when you haven't LET GO of what you're looking back at, sometimes it hurts more than anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I am letting go, I'm almost there :p And when it's all done, I'll be able to look back and really remember the good times, not miss them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Those are gone, and well now, I've got ACSI, more rather ACSI's got me :p Haha, there're just as many amusing people... There's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well... enough gayness to compete with hc :p and maybe win! Mark's bag and the PICTURES... which are just too strange to describe... :p hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ms Ranjee's screeches "get out!", "sit-down!" (she slurs it), "shut-up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A new and amazing team... Auggie, josh, leemey and sam :p The ac team that's shown me the MOST ill-disciplined case preps EVER (even my sec 1s never spend a whole prep LAUGHING), but they've also shown me the most inspired and intelligent case preps ever. From the bottom of my heart, it's a GREAT team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And... a council with SO SO SO much potential, just wait and see! TRAILBLAZERS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So well, here it is, the old to the new, when I ignore the old, it feels a lot better, but I want to get to the stage where I can think about it ALL and be happy God's given me such a wonderful range of experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH WELL... Maybe pretty memories should stay pretty memories. But then, life would be so so so empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to dedicate a post to swooning over mr darcy. Right now I'm not in the mood... But next round, I shall :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-114796374031602102?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/114796374031602102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=114796374031602102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114796374031602102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114796374031602102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-looking-through-old-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-114606704252158634</id><published>2006-04-26T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:57:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been thinking again. Not that I don't usually think :p Just that I've been thinking about... stuff. Not that I don't_ This could go on forever. I shan't bother to explain, just read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God's plans are good. We hear it all the time but...  what's wrong with us? We mess up everything that's good and perfect, complain and say they're not perfect enough, refuse to trust that they really are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He created the world to be filled with souls filled with His love, He intended memories to be beautiful things that could wash over us and make us smile. He intended our relationships to be built on Him, committed and a good balance between romanticism and wisdom. Gosh, He even planned the first boy meets girl in Eden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But boy did we mess things up. I guess people sort of got together and took God out of the equation. It's like reading a great script, and telling the writer "hey, great job, we'll act, but we don't need &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; any more." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And still, He blesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, we can do all we want to tell God to get out of our lives, but I don't think He ever will. He loves us way too much for that. His will is sovereign, and at the end of the day, I believe we'd have been through, done, loved and felt all that He'd originally intended us to. It's comforting to know that He's in charge no matter what. Of course I've got my free will, and I make my own decisions, some that mess up bits of God's plan for me, but He's been faithful and fixed it each time I mess it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been tough, and quite awful honestly, but it's precisely because of the toughness of it all that it's imperative that I get my walk straight, keep it straight, and make it closer. I want to hear my maker's heartbeat, so when the time comes, I'll know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuzhouians, I'm praying for you all! I trust you're having a great OEP now... :) Promised to take loads of pictures to show me ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;I still think I should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-114606704252158634?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/114606704252158634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=114606704252158634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114606704252158634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114606704252158634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-thinking-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-114598635588548306</id><published>2006-04-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:32:35.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is just such a beautiful song. I listened to it and couldn't stop crying until I had to record... Ahhh... I'm too tired to type chords even though they're BEAUTIFUL, so just imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We rode into town the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just me and my daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He said I'd finally reached that age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I could ride next to him on a horse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That of course was not quite as wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We heard a crowd of people shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so we stopped to find out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there was that man that my dad said he loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But today there was fear in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I said daddy why are they screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll bet that crown hurts him more then he shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daddy please can't you do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He looks as though he's gonna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You said he was stronger then all of those guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daddy please tell me why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why does everyone want him to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later that day the sky grew cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And daddy said I should go inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somehow he knew things would get stormy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boy was he right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I could not keep from wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If there was something he had to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So after he left I had to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was not afraid of getting lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I followed the crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To a hill where I knew men had been killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I heard a voice come from the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it said father why are they screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This crown of thorns hurts me more then it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Father please can't you do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know that you must hear my cry's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought I could handle a cross of this size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Father remind me why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why does everyone want me to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When will I understand why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My precious sonI hear them screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jesus this hurts me much more then you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But this dark hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I must do nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though I've heard your unbearable cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The power in your blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Destroys all of the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soon you'll see past their unmerciful lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look there below &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;See the child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trembling by her father's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I can tell you why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She is why you must die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh... Beautiful, so so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My elbow is still feeling funny... You know there are people who can fall nicely like... dunlop pillows and it's just a graceful sort of... flop and they land softly :) I'm not one of those people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's terribly unfortunate, and I just had to trip over the space frame chain. ugh. I fell forward, face down and flat. My files and books and bag flew. And some year 3s were standing round looking utterly shocked that I could fall over a chain. They ran away after making sure I was alive. I'm going to say something bimbotic here. It was SO UNGLAM. AHHHH... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now, I'm at home and not at OEP, nursing a calcified and stiff but healing elbow. It's not fair. The chain has got to go. It really does. FUZHOU!!! I'm so sorry... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm happier now :) Really I am... Not THAT happy, I can't lie, but happier :) Lot's happier... I'm not given to being grouchy, and well... mopey, so it's good :D AC kemakmak! God's been good... Without Him, I think I'd be awfully miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HC, I still miss you guys... But oh well... It's alright, it's alright. I'll see you all around :) Pril won't forget you, never. All the best for BCs!!! Cheering for you all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;don't you think I need to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-114598635588548306?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/114598635588548306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=114598635588548306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114598635588548306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114598635588548306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-just-such-beautiful-song.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-114183494554185226</id><published>2006-03-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:22:25.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hwa Chong doesn't want me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I prayed so hard that God would place me in a school that He wanted me in, and I suppose it's pretty evident that it's IB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But still... I wish God would make me feel better. It just feels so wrong, like a dream, and like I'm on a temporary exchange programme. I miss my team, my class, my school, and even the disgusting canteen food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to go home. HC's BEEN home... It IS home. Still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's pretty strange though, that I felt displaced in HC at first and now I love it so much... I hope it'll be the same with IB... But till then, I need to rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every time I talk to someone from the team, I start crying again, and I don't usually cry. I don't even need to talk to you to cry, I cry when your messages come in, and again when we talk online... ARGH... WHY? And I look terrible when I cry for extended periods of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've gotten used to speaking Chinese and hearing it SOMETIMES :p, the fahmeliness, the ocassional bad english, and boys who don't know how to open doors and let ladies in first... It all rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A school and people that make me not mind all those things is REALLY something. Like I said, hchumans has been amazing... 15, I'm going to miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To the team, I really don't know what to say anymore... You've all done so much for me... It's been an honour serving as interim capt, it's been an honour getting to know all of you, and it's been an honour just being part of such a special and talented group of people. You are the kind of team that's worth crying for and I love you. Let's make Saturday good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-114183494554185226?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/114183494554185226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=114183494554185226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114183494554185226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114183494554185226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/03/hwa-chong-doesnt-want-me-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-114028166423765471</id><published>2006-02-18T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:54:24.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've always thought that the radius of soft light around stars was called a corona... And I just found out that it really WAS called a corona... Heh... Maybe it's innate in humans to somehow know the names of things... Some distant remembrance of how Adam first called things by their names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyhow, back to the corona. I was watching the moon when I was walking home one night and it was amazing... Its light wasn't just illumination that faded off lazily into the darkness and blended in with it... It was like a really clear and distinct... well... corona of radiance. It was a glow... A very gentle one, that faded, yes it faded, but then it was obvious that the light really stopped at a particular point. Beautiful. So beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you think it should be called the corona radiata? It sounds so appropriate... But oh well... It isn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pretty stars. We've had good clear nights lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why am I being so random... I don't even know, myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Cadd2 D/F# G/B Em7 D Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;sad has lost its meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-114028166423765471?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/114028166423765471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=114028166423765471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114028166423765471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/114028166423765471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-always-thought-that-radius-of-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113817990739681431</id><published>2006-01-25T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:05:07.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel disgusting. First my throat hurt, then my nose hurt, then my head hurt, which made my ears hurt. Now my eyes are hurting too. Maybe I'm beginning to understand. Just keep swimmin' round and round and round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;drafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;chords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;acronyms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;can be the most painful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113817990739681431?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113817990739681431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113817990739681431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113817990739681431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113817990739681431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113793035137307924</id><published>2006-01-22T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:45:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What a week... No school, but exponentially more new people, more work and less sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha, I know I gave a speech but then I couldn't thank all the people I really wanted to thank in that speech so I'll do it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GOD. For everything. It's all because of YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Niece, thanks for turning up to say hi :) You stabilized me when I needed it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hiu Tung, you have been amazing to work with :p Always on the same wavelength and even though you say funny things to me, you let me say funnier things back eh? :p coughjscough... Heh :p You're awfully sharp and intelligent and it's scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weige, an amazing team player... You've been the most supportive and calm all the way, like a pillar :) I think I'd probably have hyperventilated and collapsed if it hadn't been for you :p Thank you for nodding and smiling and giving me the thumbs up sign whenever I spoke :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kaleni, hee hee... WHATEVER :D You've been thoroughly HILLARIOUS to work with... Haha... "All of your NZ culture, into a KIWI!!!???" Always make me laugh :D You've been excellent in case prep and your structure, I must say, is impeccable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Josh, you've been a real... brick. Haha, no other way to put it. You've always dragged set onto the correct path, even though I tend to go crazily practical. Thanks for being so well... lame as well, cos it's helped a lot to relieve stress. "Friends, Australians, debaters! Lend me your ears!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MICHEEE, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. You're the best :D What more can I say? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey, and of course the competition's not only been about team 1, there's team 2 as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You all are really... really... ZAI. Is there any other way to say it? Hee... CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! We're so proud, so so so so proud :D Again, congrats to Julie, Dana (I still want to know how long you take to do your hair), Jingsong, Terence, and Sam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have learnt a few things from this competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. That I am actually rather tall. It is my projected image, therefore I am tall, like a giraffe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. That personality tests are awfully accurate when it comes to the tall thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. That para para is truly an acquired skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. That the Australians have a really cool national anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. That I should perhaps stop patting my chin up because it encourages people to pat my head down even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Heels are even more disgusting than I thought. Not only did they not help much with my projected image, they also hurt my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. I must never wear a raincoat that claims to elongate itself more and more because it doesn't help with my giraffe image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. Kaleni is terrified of bats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Hiutung hates most animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. All your base are belong to us. (Sam, you should be proud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been a great week, largely. Bm7 Em7 Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What the Cadd 2 is remains to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113793035137307924?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113793035137307924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113793035137307924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113793035137307924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113793035137307924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113751104674669816</id><published>2006-01-17T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T07:17:26.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What could anyone possibly expect me to do under the given circumstances hmmm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just feel strange. It's really ridiculous to be honest. Why? Can things ever be so utterly WRONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I'm thinking too much. The question is bench or room? HAI... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm schoolsick for sc. I really am. I miss it, I miss the TIMES I was in it, the first day, hol training, the great team, the amazing friends, the teachers, the prelims... Yeah, even the prelims... It was raw then, but still. Raw's better than decomposed. AHHH... I want... I don't know what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But even so, I do like Hwa Chong a LOT :D I can't say I love it yet cos that'd just be because of hype, but I know that hc is a school I can love a LOT. It's a great place, so bonded, cheena (and hey, really what's wrong with that... I'm chinese and it gives me a good mix of roots and wings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My class is great, just that I'm not sure whether God wants me to do humans or science... See how I suppose, I'll take it SLOW. But really, how slow can it get with os coming out in less than a month... ARGH... One step at a time... I've got God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113751104674669816?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113751104674669816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113751104674669816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113751104674669816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113751104674669816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-could-anyone-possibly-expect-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113647156292366045</id><published>2006-01-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T06:32:42.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel homesick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh, Pa is right. I don't like change. I love the old times, way too much for my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What does pril do now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's good training to keep moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'm warming up from the culture shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We're all a FAH-ME-LY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113647156292366045?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113647156292366045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113647156292366045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113647156292366045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113647156292366045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-sc-i-feel-homesick-heh-pa-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113578840476135235</id><published>2005-12-28T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:46:44.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;br /&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;Everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... This song's beautiful. Ab/C is predominant.&lt;br /&gt;Chords have their own characters, and when you put them together, or out of context, they change their personalities. Like C major root says closure, but based G, it asks for more, and based E, there's strength for you. M7s are pretty nice too... They're left hanging on until the next chord comes along to save them. Usually superman is a dominant sus. I feel like a dominant sus. Not a perfect cadence, trying to help, and still stuck. God's the root chord (with an octave on a middle register). Music is beautiful. I don't think the world could function without it. It explains a lot of things that you can't explain with words. Like m7 chords. They can't be explained, you can try and try and you can never explain how they sound, and when you do try, it's just a surge from within and you KNOW the music's in your heart. Haha, ab intra. It's applicable anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm being random today... It's been a nice day... Rainy and all, so it's been nice. School's starting soon, and I don't feel nearly rested enough... Busy busy holidays... Busy, but eventful :p Sundays are always amazing, cos I keep seeing small kids worship on Sundays... They're really worshipping totally because they love God and it's a lot purer than my worship, yeah, I recognise that. Sometimes, I get caught up in the music, whether I'm in sync with everyone else, whether the amp's working properly, or even in cool things like distortion pedals, sustains (although they're REALLY cool :p), the... niceness of the sounds and songs, the sound of other peoples' voices, the sound of my own voice even... It's terrible. And sometimes during worship, I really struggle to get right with God, to make sure my worship is pure and sigh... It's tough la... It's really tough. I've noticed, though, that the best worship sessions I've ever had were the really simple ones... A group of people, a guitar, simple old songs, and God. Does a full band with loads of cool things really help people worship completely? Oh well... I must go puzzle this out and mull it over tonight... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Right now, FACT SHEET must be completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113578840476135235?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113578840476135235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113578840476135235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113578840476135235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113578840476135235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/12/river-runs-and-river-hides-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113561830172680258</id><published>2005-12-26T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T09:32:14.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas is an anniversary of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;It's one which encapsulates loads of conflicting emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Hope and disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;Joy and sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;But all these emotions mean nothing,&lt;br /&gt;because Christmas isn't about emotions&lt;br /&gt;It's about truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the truth that God sacrificed himself for me. It's not a matter of how I feel about ANYTHING at all because it's all inconsequential. The only thing that Christmas is about is that I believe in, trust and love this God for all He's done. True love isn't all an emotion and Christianity isn't about feelings. It's a conscious decision, and a constant choice to pick what's godly, and not what's easy, to sustain your relationship with one who's infinitely higher than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's a loaded word, Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day after boxing day to everyone who tagged :D&lt;br /&gt;Rice and Borah, don't EVEN try. I would't touch Happy with a ten foot pole. Borah, "live LOOONNNNGGGG and prosper". I'm not too keen on honouring your will :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bm7 Em7&lt;br /&gt;pretty chords, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113561830172680258?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113561830172680258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113561830172680258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113561830172680258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113561830172680258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-anniversary-of-sorts.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113509796020857683</id><published>2005-12-20T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:59:20.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;C Am/C C Am/C Bmdim/D Bmdim :) yup yup yup, happy holiday :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm a chong chongian! (yes joseph, go ahead and call me chong chong, I don't mind), and proud to be one. I think I can sing the first line of man jiang hong. It's such an amusing song. Haha... Hols have been fun :) Last night, Sharm cooked us all dinner and oh my goodness, it was a wonderful dinner. Grilled salmon dribbled with sharm's mayo (there's no other name for it cos no one can make it like sharm), with potatoes, asparagus and mushrooms in garlic and olive oil. Home made bread with soft herb cheese, sparkling apple juice and ice cream with smashed maltesers and chocolate :D BLISS... Sharm! HIRE ME!!! I WANT TO BE THE GUINEA PIG FOR YOUR COOKING EXPERIMENTS!!! But then I'll get so fat I won't be able to walk or fit through doors like I dreamt :p Haha, I really dreamt that I got so fat that I got myself jammed in a door :p Randomness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;According to Sir Borah's manifesto on the decorum of friendship, I'm meant to care, share, tell, conspire, and be willing to be punished for my mistakes. Ahahaha :D She took the liberty to whack me in the middle of Orchard (actually she does it anyway even if we aren't in Orchard), scold me for not conspiring with her against Clarice and she whacked me again. It's so SOOOO unfair. I don't know why... Am I THAT fun to bully? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes rice, it was very nice of you all to say what you said, but next time, not so loud... Haha :p Still, I appreciate it. I'd appreciate it more if you told Borah what you refuse to... Cos she's trying to coerce me to conspire with her. The tool of coersion is HAPPY so please save me and just TELL her rice. My LIMBS are at stake here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The exhibition debate was utterly mad. UTTERLY MAD. I was very stressed that day cos of JC posting... Oh well... I didn't even feel funny although I tried... Iambic pentameter poetry, haikus, postman pat sounding circle of fifths on the guitar, random chords on the piano to interrupt speeches, POIs with the guitar about spelling errors? :D It was CRAZY. But still, fun :D Ahaha... MALUATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas is coming :) Memories... But oh well, it's Christmas :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And at Christmas, you tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113509796020857683?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113509796020857683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113509796020857683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113509796020857683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113509796020857683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/12/c-amc-c-amc-bmdimd-bmdim-yup-yup-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113442100305947602</id><published>2005-12-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:57:15.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This has been a great holiday... :D Busy, but great. Haha, Borah, you must be thinking I'm mad :p But I'm not!!! I need to hustle, or I'll get annoyed with the stagnation :) But I promise you that we'll go out! After this week, I'm more or less free... More I think :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had many significant moments of epiphany...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Move has been good and really pretty smooth :) I always seen myself more in music ministry than as a musician in touchkids? And well, yup... that was moment of epiphany no.1 When I was there at 7 plus, and small hands found their way into mine and I was taking the children around and pacifying the ones who were upset, it just felt... correct? It was pretty amazing... Children are really God's blessings :) They're just so easy to love... Playing for them is a privilege and helping them to worship Jesus is an honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's cos of the move that I see so many people from TCT sat or TC sun service and get to serve with them... Very God-centred people, all of them... Moment of epiphany 2, was that I really saw what it meant to say something, and really act it out. The people I see in church who're right there doing things that no one else would see or even know about are the ones who put their faith into action. It's one thing to say you love kids, and another to pick up a crying 3 year old and dance her around even though she's crying all over your shirt, yelling into your ear and just being upset. To serve or to say... heh :) I don't want the superficial... Faith without action is nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other moments of epiphany, I'll put down in handwriting so I can er... pass them down to my er... maybe future grandchildren? :D Haha :p Oh well... There are actually people who keep physics and chem notes neatly written and organised for their grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;:p That's really quite sweet you must admit... But it's pretty funny too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You're my superhero, you're my star, my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113442100305947602?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113442100305947602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113442100305947602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113442100305947602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113442100305947602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-has-been-great-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113327993732908698</id><published>2005-11-29T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:58:57.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isn't it awfully comforting to know that God loves you ever so much? So much that it hurts? How can I not trust Him? His ways and thoughts are infinitely higher than mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm learning to ease my entire weight into His arms. If things happen, it's cos He knew they'd be the best for me, so pril, enough emotional indulgence. I started out the year saying I'd make God smile every day and occassionally make Him laugh, because He's the only focus that'll ever matter. Like I said before, unnecessary things must and will go out the airlock. If I can't manage, I know He can, because, for my God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;impossible is NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today I had a glorious time at Boarders. It's such a bright place that smells of coffee and books :) PLUS, they play soundtracks round the clock. I read Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" speech. It is truly very inspiring, so I bought a book of speeches, bills and declarations just for fun, and because it looks so dry, I don't think it sold very well, so it was rather inexpensive. I'm going to save up to buy myself a few soundtracks for Christmas :) I want to feel a sense of accomplishment, so I'll buy them for myself. The new Trek album is out but it doesn't sound that great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is raining outside now, and the sound and smell of the rain is a very comforting one. And tonight's rain is especiall nice, it's a very light kind of rain, lot's of rain but the thunder isn't the low heavy rumbling kind that makes the air feel like it's charged up. It's nice to think of how happy the plants must feel. YES, I believe that plants can feel the rain and be happy about it. Ahhh... And last night we had a very clear sky with lots of visible constellations. I smiled at Orion's belt's middle star like always cos the middle star never changes its position. It's always the middle star. Oh well I think I shall go enjoy the rain and stop being so utterly random. I'm a good deal better now than I was before. Thank you for the suggestion niece :) It was hard but oh well, necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113327993732908698?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113327993732908698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113327993732908698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113327993732908698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113327993732908698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/11/isnt-it-awfully-comforting-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113276358456160958</id><published>2005-11-23T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:33:04.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete cadences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bm7 Em7 Cadd2  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gmaj7 G Gsus/C Gadd2/B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;READ, oh goodness, why didn't you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113276358456160958?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113276358456160958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113276358456160958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113276358456160958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113276358456160958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/11/incomplete-cadences.html' title='incomplete cadences'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113259087775612639</id><published>2005-11-21T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:34:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Let me tell you a secret :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THE O LEVELS ARE OVER. There are hundreds of positive ramifications. Yes there are :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I can:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-go home and think to myself, "hmmm... what should I study?" And mentally reply, "NOTHING PRIL, NOTHING!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-watch any number of aimless shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-Go out with BCD and E!!! :) :) :) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-be at the AHHH, CLASS PARTY :) 4SE '05. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-look forward to PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM! I stayed up till 5 am for the video... and then fell sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-throw myself, heart and soul, back into MUSIC and take FOUR more instruments and a REAL jazz piano course. Maybe I'll settle for three... :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-spend a day touring bookshops... Ahaha, why A day when I can spend TWO? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-go back to Sentosa and take more pictures of the flag and the sand and the sun and surf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-get my band back!!!!!!! Unless they don't want me anymore and I'll have to get reshuffled again... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-walk round the esplanade in the evening, then go down and lose myself in their scores and soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-listen to the nutcracker suite, and positively swoon over the orchestra while rice and do the same over the dancing. RICE, we ARE watching it yes? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-DEBATE again :) Although I've become april oxide. (Ap2O) Ahaha, I'm reverting back to proper lameness. GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-get on with my LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-oh yes... SLEEP. I can sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-waste my time thinking up things I can do now that Os are out of the way :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hee, my Os happiness plan has worked quite well :) I've not been stressed at all... Maybe except for the last day, for chem. All in all the Os have been a good experience, and I think I wouldn't have traded the experience for anything else. Somehow, they don't really seem to have come and gone... Surreal, yes surreal, but NICE :) Thank you God :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Our little holiday was great, just that my nose dribbled through the whole thing... I'm SORRY... It feels pretty gross... I love airplanes :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sigh... Just remembered... Amid all the post Os fun and all, there are nagging issues... JC. So puzzling. I'm not getting my obvious sign as yet, except that my parents really want me to go to RJ or HC... URGH... HOW? What if I don't make it back with my O level score. What if I messed it up and I didn't realize I did? HOW HOW HOW? hai... It's alright. I shall do what I've been doing to get me through. I shall trust that God knows best, and once I've made my decision, I WON'T LOOK BACK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;haha, and on a completely random note, I've just gotten myself a new black jacket :) It's warm and nice looking. Isn't yellow an utterly sunshiney coulour? :) Yes it is... Cos right now, I feel like sunshine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113259087775612639?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113259087775612639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113259087775612639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113259087775612639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113259087775612639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-new-jacket.html' title='my new jacket'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113142756591455515</id><published>2005-11-07T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:26:05.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time goes by, and I'm more and more of myself again. Thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well... The doughnuts are rolling past faster than I'd have imagined, and now that that's happening, I don't really want them to end. It's not the exams that I don't like, it's the results, and the CHOICES. It's so ridiculous isn't it? I can do something about the papers and it's not them that I'm worried about... Like Mao, I have "confused thinking". Pril is a very confused girl now... What if I suddenly realize that I don't want to do humans hmmm? Then what? And what if I don't want to do science either? They don't advise us to do too balanced a mix of subjects which is EXACTLY what I want to do. It's a really awful system... We're all sixteen and we can't be sure what we want to do with our lives yet, so why limit us? Things point to IB, and then I go and rebut myself, with some epiphany of certainty that I DO want to do humans, and that IB's far too risky. So I look at JCs. Maybe CCA is a really lousy way to pick, but I can't help it, and things bounce back to the school people say I'll waste myself in. But I like it! SO there. Oh goodness... Open houses haven't helped, and everyone's giving me advice on where to go... ARGH. I told God I'm very blur and I need a very very very obvious sign... I'm waiting. I believe I'll know at the right time. The last thing I want to do is to regret my decision. SO, I shan't make my own decision. I shall keep waiting. Hai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For now, back to bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113142756591455515?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113142756591455515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113142756591455515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113142756591455515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113142756591455515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-goes-by-and-im-more-and-more-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113077453050978570</id><published>2005-10-31T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:03:10.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO MORE HIGHER CHINESE!!! I can go study history, and bio, and chem... OH BLISS :) I think I've gone a tad madder than before... But hey, if I pass, it means, NO MORE HIGHER CHINESE, or chinese for that matter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICE :D I hope you have a wonderful day and that no one will call you clariver or oliverice. So sad that no one else will see this... Oh goodness, I really AM going mad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;I wonder whether it's an awful mean thing to be unhappy that someone else is happy... I guess it is, but then, I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113077453050978570?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113077453050978570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113077453050978570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113077453050978570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113077453050978570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-more-higher-chinese-i-can-go-study.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-113060075007030704</id><published>2005-10-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:45:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Better now... Better now, pril, I think. Hmmm... No, better now, when I don't think. But that counts for something :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shouldn't be online... I really shouldn't. But Chinese is dreadful. I need to unload, and everyone else is studying Chinese. I hate it more and more as the years go by... The exam board and syllabus planners are making us study it like a... SCIENCE, and chinese is a very boring... science. After a while, the words start to bounce round the page... HAI... The only reason I'm doing this is cos I think I owe it to lao shi... She's given us a lot, and she says that teaching Chinese is a losing battle. I AGREE. After Monday, I'm going to get rid of my SHOU CEs. They will all be annihilated and wiped off the face of the earth. HAH. CHEN HE TI TONG. Now look, I'm going mad. ARGH... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Borah, Rice, Niece, Sharm, ALL THE BEST!!! You all really ARE quite amazing :) And goodness borah, you PASSED HCL. Thank you, all of you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pril is tired, tired of many things, and she wants out. How now brown cow? (dui niu tan qin... oh goodness, what's wrong with me??? I see cheng yus in EVERYTHING) Now pril needs to be random. Haven't been random enough lately... I like baby leatherback turtles. They look drowsy. There. Randomness. And I think that prom is so much more fun for girls in girl schools... I like my dress :) I've never worn a dress apart from school u. for 5 years... My my, that's long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahhh... I listened to the cincinatti orchestra... They rocked. SO much POWER, and the horn solos... Oh man... The first and second violins were like flowers swaying in the breeze, the low strings had so much strength in them, the woodwinds sounded "fairyish", very light, and the percs were very tight. They played the themes from Trek, star wars, harry potter, lotr, apollo 13, LOTS of big band, disney ( which was really quite cute, but I didn't like the arrangements... didn't do justice to all the pieces), Universal studio (missed out Jurassic Park),  BUT, I missed Tan Dun's compositions... I really REALLY wanted to be there on the second night... But on the whole, first night's repertoire was better. Now guess when I did this? Wednesday night. What was on Thursday morning? Physics prac. Hee... :p But it was worth it, it was SO worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well, the doughnuts are here, in full force, and actually, it's not that bad :) I'm quite succeeding at my being joyful and happy about the Os thing... Hope it carries... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-113060075007030704?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/113060075007030704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=113060075007030704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113060075007030704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/113060075007030704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/10/better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-112939829380185978</id><published>2005-10-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:45:41.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This isn't exactly what you'd call... disappointment any more. It's more like anticipated negatives. First that, then that, then that, then that, then that, then this, and now graduation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well... Os are coming. All I'm concerned with now is pleasing God, and being happy through the exams. No more repeat of how I felt during prelims, no more. Many other unnecessary things must be shoved out the airlock, and I will focus, I WILL FOCUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My last official day was one of those beautiful days where you don't just look back and feel sad about leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The five of us looked back, and then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;turned and looked to the sides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's so great when you know there're people like that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a borah who tried to teach you how to belch on command, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a rice you watched moth olympics with and annoyed to no end with incessant chattering, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a niece you debated the pros and cons of the enterprise and voyager with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and a really c*te egg whose hair got ruffled ALL the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;booking, getting pissed at prefects, arguing, crying, then hugging and making up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people you can sit with, stone and not say a word, yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have a full conversation anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank God for every single one of them... Every single one. So much heart, and love. So... SC :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll all change, but guess what? Deep inside us, there's always going to be a little 1CO girl who remembers it all, feels it all and all 5 of those little 1CO girls are going to stay for good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deborah, sir Borah, Xue Mei :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clarice, Rice, llama :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Denise, Niece, disease :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sharmaine, Sharm, Egg :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;such a bond, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cannot be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GLAD THAT I LIVE AM I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-112939829380185978?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/112939829380185978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=112939829380185978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112939829380185978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112939829380185978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-isnt-exactly-what-youd-call.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-112809619211545533</id><published>2005-09-30T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:03:12.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How many times now? How many points now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do I carry on, or do I move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate not understanding, not knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why this cycle? This waste of time and emotion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fine, it wasn't a waste. Put me back a few months and I'd have done what I did, said what I said all over again, cos you know what? I meant it. I meant it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Such uncertainty is far from beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I suppose, right now, it's necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Moderate, please moderate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pril, what do you do when you don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You trust God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And that's just what I'm going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's just sick, the way_ yeah the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forget it. No, actually, remember it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I've tried my hardest, and that's enough for me, and finally I narrowed down my choices. I have direction and I kinda know what I was made to do, and what my heart, brain (yes my brain :) ) and soul tell me to do. I need to seek God. I need to get my focus right, and I need to give up control. I don't run my life. It'd mess up so supremely if I tried, even for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-112809619211545533?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/112809619211545533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=112809619211545533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112809619211545533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112809619211545533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/09/again-how-many-times-now-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-112688407638437400</id><published>2005-09-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:09:16.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more than ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;more than ever now than before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;same old headache of supressed tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simple question... why? Once again, I don't really understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe it's just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lots of things are happening and they just keep coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm holding on, learning to let go, giving everyone time, giving everything time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But what about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Argh I'm being selfish and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or maybe I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It isn't anyone's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but, please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fix me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It hurts I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now WHAT do I mean, "I suppose"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it DOES hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it hurts so bad and it haunts me wherever I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything's a constant reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I mean everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C#7 E/G# Aadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't love my mornings anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't love my walks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't love the rain, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't love car rides cos they aren't to nice places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry if I've been silly and all, but this has been hard. It's been a really bad time. A bad lot of weeks. And I'm not talking about prelims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey, Borah, Rice, Niece and Sharm, you all have been the best... Really the best. All the support and patience, and listening, and advice have buoyed me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YOU really raise me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can safely say that I love you all very very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I couldn't have had better friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't believe in graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;faulty satellite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-112688407638437400?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/112688407638437400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=112688407638437400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112688407638437400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112688407638437400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-than-ever.html' title='more than ever'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-112471575479221178</id><published>2005-08-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T06:02:34.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>collinear stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The glorious chem prac begins tomorrow... (Please God, don't let me break anything...) It's so sad I can't bring Abby, Bridget, Colleen, Diana, Ellen or Francine... Hee... Sure sign I'm getting a little stressed... (Those were my test tubes by the way) Haha... :D I'll be fine... I said I'd deal with it all happily and I'm doing just that :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOU :) thanks. For being so many things. A hopeful light in the dark sky, the number that can be divided by only one and itself, the one who keeps me going when I'm down, the one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;collinear stars... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-112471575479221178?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/112471575479221178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=112471575479221178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112471575479221178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112471575479221178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/08/collinear-stars.html' title='collinear stars'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-112313005396053433</id><published>2005-08-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:34:13.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(G Cadd2 D/F# G/B Em7 G/D Cadd2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Cadd2 D/F# G/B Em7 G/D Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Cadd2 D/F# G/B Em7 G/D Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am C Em G Em D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am C Em G Em D Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Cadd2 D/F# B Em7 G/D Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Cadd2 D/F# B Em7 G/D Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am C Em G Em D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am C Em G Em D G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bm Cadd2 G D Em7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bm Cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am7 Cadd2 Em G Em D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am7 Cadd2 Em G Em D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am C Em G Em D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Am C Em7 G Em7 D G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Cadd2 D/F# G/B Em G/D Cadd2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;G Cadd2 D/F# G/B Em7 G/D Cadd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(there's no Z chord by the way :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-112313005396053433?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/112313005396053433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=112313005396053433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112313005396053433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112313005396053433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-and-me-g-cadd2-df-gb-em7-gd-cadd2.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-112237844002847672</id><published>2005-07-26T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T04:47:20.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know... I don't understand... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've always known and yet... not known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's just... just that, I can never be sure and I don't think I ever truly want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But, what does it matter anyway, it's all inconsequential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or is it? Certainly doesn't feel that way now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah, just pril being random...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rice!!! Wonderful job at dance concert... I know this is really overdue, but well... I really mean it! You floated all over the stage... Kara or kooroo is it? :p Whatever it is, you karaed badly, koorooed well hee :) Congratulations!!! And aren't the flowers pretty? They're probably dead now, but they WERE pretty while they lasted :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SC debaters, don't let hcs get you all down! Think long term k! Grace and I are gone already so we don't have any more chances, but you all still have nationals next year! So look to those, and work towards them... Remember what I told you all? That no matter the outcome, I'd love each one of you just as much and I'd still be proud of you? YEAH! I still am! So make me prouder, and give JGs your all... Make YOURSELVES proud to be called SC debaters, make your friends proud, your coaches, Mrs Tan, Mrs Quek, all the debaters who've gone before you all for the love of  jade and gold... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, it's rained, but after the rain the sun... The school song makes so much sense... So sing it and believe it. All that matters is that all of you have done your best... So take heart and make this defeat take you all further... It DEFINITELY still stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ex-SC debaters and coaches :D Haha, there's no such thing as an ex sc debater... :) Oh well... Dinner really brought back such beautiful memories... Jon, I think you've grown! :p I'm being mean, sorry... hee... I miss all of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prelims draw nearer... The doughnuts roll closer still, but I shall EAT them, and enjoy myself while I'm at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-112237844002847672?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/112237844002847672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=112237844002847672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112237844002847672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/112237844002847672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-hurts-no.html' title='It hurts no?'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111962685308709365</id><published>2005-06-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:27:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AC DB8 JUNE CAMP 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;DEBATE CAMP '05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS... Camp's been a wonderful wonderful thing :) Really crazy... But turnout was not so good... Not enough seniors, not enough schools... BUT STILL... IT WAS REAL FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Debates were alright on the whole, EXCEPT for the LAST one... DISCLAIMER: what ever nonsense you might have heard in the last debate for example, the revenge of the pril, or the be a man thing, was straight from the juniors' minds. The seniors had NOTHING to do with it... Although it was really rather amazing for them to have come up with such a very random case in such a short time. NOT BAD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SENTOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;was just great. What else could sentosa be if not great? :D The sand, the sea, the sun... AHHHH... And of course the lovely company :) Plus James and (this is so weird) april. ahaha :p All the dunking was madness... I'd like to take the opportunity to thank my juniors (call yourselves my juniors!) for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Going, "April you look so dry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. planning my dunking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Having the presence of mind to remove my phone, shoes, and camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Finally remembering I had my socks on and removing those too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Pushing me into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6.Waiting for me to dry first, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. Catching me a second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. Grabbing a random appendage each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Dragging me across half the beach and then proceeding to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. What else? DUNK ME AGAIN. (just as I was getting drier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BE A MAN!!! haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recognition must be given to sam and hoe for holding out so so so so very long... I think it took everyone a full 15 minutes to get both of you wet. Valliant battle it was! Haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of course... I must thank LOADS of people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SCGS DEBATERS '05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are all the best juniors ever... I'll miss everyone terribly when I leave the school... Which is going to be soon... ARGH. Keep the team going strong k! Keep that great bond, and love and friendship :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dan: such a nice facilitator you've been... Ahaha... FOR THE LOVE OF SCOTT!!! smooth yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kristi: Lord... If you can't make me thin, then make my friends FAT! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jaz: SO SAD we couldn't dunk you... HAI... If only jaz if only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;YK: AHAHA :) YOU got dunked. MAIN perpetrator of MY dunking. But of course, hugging the person that dunked you is really really really fun :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lis: SO COLD LIS SO COLD... The poor boy was trying his BEST to make you smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suzy: I can blackmail you SO badly, so be nice to me :p hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amanda: Poor girl got dunked so many times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alethia: Madness i tell you! You come and dunk me, then REFUSE to be dunked. But of course, sc debaters find their ways :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alia: STUPID CASE ALIA STUPID CASE!!! You shall pay... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ALL OUR SEC 1 SC GIRLS: Thank you all so much for coming down... I'm sorry I had to scold the late people... :( But it was fun on the whole yeah? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ACSI's DEBATE EXCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you ALL for such a great camp... It was really a great experience... So fun and crazy, not to mention all the random photos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hoe: for being such a great pres, and friend, and of course GUITARIST :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;joseph: "honey if you love me smile?" HAHA and the STUPIDEST cluedo ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Samchan: aiding in the amazing purchase of BENIGN GIRL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;auggie: for being the nice person that he is. HA :) We shall conquer the guitar together yup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cow: WONDERFUL WONDERFUL CAMP... thanks for staying up so SO late to do the video...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PORTHOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for making it down... :p I think we really REALLY scared the taxi uncle... Hee... :) challenge being eagle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;EVERYONE AT CAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whoa... As long as you were there, THANK YOU for being there :D It wouldn't have been the same otherwise... God bless you all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And to end of, some amusing quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Girls are all more mature and sensible than boys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"the clock tower is out of bounds. It's not very good to go there, because if a boy is seen taking a girl to a secluded area... hahahahha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(guess who... same one who went "girl, your blazer is VERY ugly. It's not even the fit, it's just the colours!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Honey, if you love me smile..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;followed up by a POI "HONEY!!!" (crawshaw to suzy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Was that fun?" (after being dunked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the whole, GREAT CAMP... Thanks to everyone who turned up... And prepare to receive a message next year on the 10th or the 23rd of june... I hereby publicly proclaim them SENTOSA DAY 1 and 2 respectively :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Biggest thank you to... DADDY IN HEAVEN. YOU made the day good... YOU bless... YOU make me smile, day by day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111962685308709365?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111962685308709365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111962685308709365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111962685308709365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111962685308709365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/06/ac-db8-june-camp-05.html' title='AC DB8 JUNE CAMP 05'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111928566400957757</id><published>2005-06-20T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:41:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hols week 4! NOOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;RMUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah, yk, you're right, i'm terrible... How could I forget to thank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE MOST AMAZING JUNIORS OF ALL TIME!!! You all rock :D Really... Crazy performance that was... "SHUT UP!!!" "I studied at the bloody American University at Egypt! I speak PERFECT English! She sells seashells by the seashore, peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers!" Haha :D Great job team 2!!! Now for HCs :D I'll be supporting you all as always... If you need help, I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!!! ALL OF YOU :) So do yourselves, sc, the team and your seniors justice! GO FOR IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;all that we need to do be we low or high, is to see that we grow nearer the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ps: thanks for the ohmygoodness haha :D Brings back good memories :) Did I ever thank that delegation for cheering me up last year when I was drowning my sorrows in sprite in RJC because my team wasn't there and I was going mad with work? I think I didn't... Anyhow, at the one year anniversary, i must say THANK YOU :D "so gorgeous!" Flicks wrist:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHURCH CAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bestest of the best. Thank you to ALL the fruits :D Especially PATIENCE and GENTLENESS (haiyo! Flicks wrist again :p) It's so perculiar that all the leaders happen to be going out with logistics people... Haha, it's really quite sweet. But seriously... God's speaking clearer now... It's not like this big booming voice going, "thou shalt go to --JC". It's more of a quiet realization that He's there, He loves me so so so much more than I could ever imagine, and whatever else is in His will... Needless to say, Jesus rocks :D He's dealt with me a lot over the weekend... And I must say I've come out of camp feeling charged up and I'm enjoying the word a lot more now... And one thing that really spoke to me was that God DOES want to hug you, no matter how dirty and sinful you are. He doesn't care that you suck and you don't have to feel guilty. He's got everything to give, it's in His nature to bless and love. All you've got to do is say, "thank you Daddy, I accept, yes." And it's as simple as that, confess, turn 180 degrees, and you're clean as can be. It's just such a HAPPY, "celebratable" thing don't you think? That "my king would die for me"? Truly. All I can say is AMAZING LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THERE'S THE BAND TOO :D The network one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH MAN!!! All of you rock :D Less than Jesus of course, but you still rock :) Joanne, Amanda, Sam, Jiamin, Cherissa, and all the worship leaders. Ever heard "my redeemer lives" in jazzzzzzz? Ahaha :D I got to lead ministry time worship too :D It was a great experience... Never knew that vocals would be so fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND, the OTHER band :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh... Sunday was so fun... ROTATE THE BAND!!! It's the most amusing thing you can do... Not to mention fun too :D I played drums for for all you've done and the most heavenly thing (besides heaven and chocolate) I TOUCHED an IBANEZ... I PLAYED an IBANEZ. OH MY GOODNESS... It was a great, beautiful experience... Thank you reuben. Haha, wonderful I tell you... Haha, and we did a keyboardists band that supremely messed up :D But it was a FUN mess up :D I LOVE THE BAND... THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVELY MEMORIES... AND I'LL MISS EVERYONE! Even if you all call me dory... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AH, AND ALSO, THE POTENTIAL BAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey, it's on ya? After Os, we go practise and join school of rock! haha... This is so insane :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111928566400957757?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111928566400957757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111928566400957757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111928566400957757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111928566400957757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/06/hols-week-4-noooo.html' title='hols week 4! NOOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111894647633059460</id><published>2005-06-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:59:18.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitalist pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RMUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has been great... A little annoying at some points, but on the whole great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM SC 2005: GREAT JOB... Sharm, thank you so much for making it down on such short notice... Pig, thanks for being sporting enough to be Svetlana, Dil, for doing so much, and Nat, well... For being nat :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECURITY COUNCIL!!!: UK, USA, China, France, Japan, Tanzania, Brazil, Romania, Benin, Liberia, Denmark, Argentina, Algeria and The philipines, thanks for making these 2 days amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK, BERN: Hey... It was great, it was fun, it was humorous... What more can we ask for? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA, SHIV: Like I said, it's been wonderful working with you :) CONGRATS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH BERN AND SHIV: I have a rather incriminating picture :p Hey, if we happen to all be at NUS's MUN, WE SHALL RULE THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM: thanks for thanking me hee :) Double congrats to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FARMING IMPLEMENT: CONGRATULATIONS! SO HAPPY FOR YOU ALL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGGIE: MY FEET. But also, congrats and enjoy the books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENN, AUYONG, TERENCE, SAM, AND WHOEVER ELSE: THANK YOU. Not the same council, but you all contributed to a great 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RMUN 2005 has been a success... Fun, intriguing, stimulating, and highly entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZE RUSSIANS VOULD LIKE TO THAHNK VODKA AS VELL and stress that VE ARE NOTE COMMUNIST, JUST NON-CAH-PI-TAH-LEEST. Zat is all. Sank yoh.&lt;br /&gt;-with love, the Russian delegation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAND CONCERT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, not bad... We had fun... Me, listening to the horns and trombones, the other two... sleeping, singing bass melodies and bouncing to them, whacking each other and playing with the trophy... We got a lot of exercise as well... THANK YOU AUGGIE for changing directions 5 times, but then, we must give him some credit, cos he DID get us there at the end :D MY FEET!!! Porthos, nice present? Haha... Tea, earl grey, hot :) Amusing new name eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Singapore's really pretty. I like it :D Beautiful night it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to trinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111894647633059460?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111894647633059460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111894647633059460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111894647633059460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111894647633059460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/06/capitalist-pig.html' title='Capitalist pig'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111841981195315030</id><published>2005-06-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:10:11.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more school!!! til 2 weeks later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;School's finally out, and I can finally give myself a good break, so I'm online. And guess what? I don't feel like being online. In fact, I feel like studying... Or stoning. I think I should choose the latter since it IS my self-delegated rest day... But then! Ahhh... This is not good. I think I must go improve on my health by stoning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahaha :D One thing though, the network band is wonderful... But we still can't find an electric guitarist... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;James is still plagued by the splinter... What shall I do with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, I'm being so incredibly random I almost can't believe it myself. It's time to go stone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bliss... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111841981195315030?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111841981195315030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111841981195315030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111841981195315030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111841981195315030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-more-school-til-2-weeks-later.html' title='no more school!!! til 2 weeks later'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111813612003725012</id><published>2005-06-07T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T02:22:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the stupid chopstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being in school every day of the hols is deliterious to health. I'm not stoning, sleeping, smiling or talking enough, because you can't do any of these in a lecture. People will think you're mad. Isn't that just so annoying? Well, just a few more days to go, and it'll be a little more of a holiday :p Right now, I need to destress so I'm going to type about silly things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have discovered a splinter inside James. It's rather large and I tried to remove it with the sharp sharp chopsticks we had during seminar last year... The ab intra chopsticks. And to my horror, when I was happily poking away at the splinter with one of the chopsticks, the whole thing fell through james' soundhole. So I had to shake it out. It was most disconcerting. James is quite a small guitar and getting the silly chopstick out was not very easy. So anyhow, the chopstick came free, but the splinter's still there. I went to look at this very intriguing website to see if it could give me better ideas on how to remove splinters, "Fret Not Guitar Repair: Care and Repair of Fretted Instruments". There was nothing. So any ideas? The bass strings are making a funny rattling sound too... Poor poor James...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am due for temporary retirement from the band next month, just until Os are over. How depressing. Argh, don't want to think about it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I should go study now. Back to WWII! At least history's a nice subject. I don't know how I'll manage the dreaded... HIGHER CHINESE. AHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111813612003725012?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111813612003725012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111813612003725012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111813612003725012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111813612003725012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/06/stupid-chopstick.html' title='the stupid chopstick'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111721016606172000</id><published>2005-05-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:21:36.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the doughnut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have the bestest band on earth :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rehearsal ended late... I'm sleepy... But can't sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Technically speaking, these are the hols. Yeah right. It's a little depressing to know you have to be in school every day of the first half of the June holidays... But I'm oddly feeling very very motivated to study and do loads of work. Fine, now I'm slacking :p but that's because I worked hard today... yawn... Oh, and Mrs Neoh's home!!! :) Glad to have her back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The CA grades shook me up a bit... I expected them but it's still shocking. I told myself all my time from January til end April would go to debate and well, I still think it's worth it. My team is worth every mark I lost from the silly chinese tests. And chem tests. And bio tests. And physics tests. You get the idea... BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. I don't care what people think. I'm just happy sc debate made it this far this year, and that we've all become closer. What's not doing so well when you think about lovely pair of yellow and green slipper bottles :) Or a team member telling you "thank you" or gaining their friendship and respect (pril hopes so :p)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, at the same time, I might have told myself CA didn't matter because I really wanted to give debate as much as possible. I promise myself better grades, the best I can give, because, now the real race begins. The DOUGHNUT race. Isn't it disgusting? But we have to run it all the same. I will run it and while I'm at it I might as well run it well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And run it well, I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm even going to try enjoying running it. GRINNING all the way! :) I shall be a happy person in my grad year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God give me strength to cope, joy to, well be joyful :D, and peace so I won't have a nervous breakdown or go into shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, just on an utterly random note, I've found many things that make me happy :) Niece and Borah? I DO shop. But I shop for different things :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLANT SHOPPING!!! It rocks... Support Far East Flora! Potted daisies and sunflowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOING TO POPULAR'S STATIONERY SECTION :p and buying clear plastic folders and random things like... plastic folders :p oh oh oh!!! And big brown envelopes... They're immensely fun to choose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOOKING ROUND SPOTLIGHT! This is supremely fun... Because there's so much stuff... Like wool, and wood, and needles, and string, and paint, and something very intriguing called the glue gun? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know what? I think the doughnut is making me go a little mad. I should go study now... Argh. MOE you have no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111721016606172000?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111721016606172000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111721016606172000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111721016606172000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111721016606172000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/05/doughnut.html' title='the doughnut'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111685053639938011</id><published>2005-05-23T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T05:18:37.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;James James James!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fingers are peeling and they look ugly, but I know it's worth it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kids' church encounter camp was great :D I LOVE KIDS!!!!!!! AHHHH! :D The sound system was awful and I went soundless 4 times and I had to jack into the guitar amp, but it didn't matter at all because worship was still great... :p REALLY IT WAS!!! The kids were wonderful... I really wanted to record them singing! But then I couldn't... You can really see them burning with passion for God... I believe this is a generation that's going to live completely for God, a generation that seeks God's face. The sincerity you see in them when they go, "I'm sorry God," and cry... Just to see them really worship, it just touches your heart... And thank God, no one's called me jie jie dory this round... :p Kids rock... :D Thank You God for all the people... the ultra qian bian one, the leaders, pastor yewlin, pastor linda, uncle jason, and reuben for being bored and stoning with me :D Of course, thank God for being God and for all the kids... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah... Sleepover :D Thank you borah, rice, niece and sharm... and james :p heh... Last sleepover we're going to have until after Os... stupid doughnut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Borah... still as mad as ever I see :p Bringing back the nice memories of toothbrush terror!!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rice... WHY WON'T YOU TELL??? So secretive and cryptic... hai... 3am you know 3 am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Niece!!! DON'T think about it anymore... Tell princess amelia that if anything happens to you... he is the deadest person on earth. We'll set happy on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sharm... Our club needs a name... :p And yes, you are never sleeping... Just closing your eyes... "I'm resting... I'm still listening... NO! I'm not tired at all... *yawn*... not at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh... sunshine: BAD BUNNY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh... I'm going to miss all of you... Hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and yes. I'm still holding onto your present.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111685053639938011?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111685053639938011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111685053639938011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111685053639938011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111685053639938011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/05/james-james-james-fingers-are-peeling.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111497215065504664</id><published>2005-05-01T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:29:10.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well... here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8th? 20th? worst of the better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah well... SC. I believe one year we'll see you all on finals night. Not as spectators, feeling all the excitement that built up for years and years, and then BANG, realizing the dream we've had. Team of 2006... Don't give up. NEVER give up. I believe next year will be a SPECIAL year. Can feel it :D Just keep pushing. You have the drive, passion, hopes and well-wishes of ALL the teams before you. And such a team, where all are fighting together, cannot be defeated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I'm meant to stop feeling this way cos it's all silly... But sometimes I really ask why? I put in so much and it feels as if everything's gone out the airlock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know it hasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It feels as if it has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you aren't helping it either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me laugh again, let me laugh please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll get over it. I know I will... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;At the end of the day, I thank God for it all... It's gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to the crappybara, the housewife and the Egg: don't feel sad anymore... It makes us all sad. Smile k? I'll be praying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You'll be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't let it all go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love you all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We must keep the sad things far far away. They aren't good for health. Pastor Linda wants to relieve me of duty soon... So I can start studying for the big doughnut... Isn't it early? Fine. Not really... And I didn't even get to take one last picture with my band!!! I FORGOT all about that... And they took so many of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hai... I'll miss playing with all the lame people. Even if they call me dory. ah well... that wasn't happy either was it? But of course there are other things... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks so much to the wonderful coaches for the wonderful dinner... Singapore's real pretty... The stars are nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well well well... I shall be off then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's to our team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Catharsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111497215065504664?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111497215065504664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111497215065504664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111497215065504664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111497215065504664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-here-we-go-again.html' title='well... here we go again'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111461490139586045</id><published>2005-04-27T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:17:47.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amusing... Come to think of how much and yet how little we've gone through this year. It doesn't seem like a lot, yet it does. It was a lot. It IS a lot. It's not that much. I'm being schiz... Bad april. STOP APRIL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, now that I'm done with the angsty bit... I'd like to say CONGRATS to sc's y14 team!!! So what if you all aren't in the finals? Does it make a difference? Not at all!!! I still love you all and I'm still proud of every single one of you :p To have made it this far... You have outdone your seniors and so, do we see a trend? :p A precedent you all set? That the teams that come after will be able to recover our shattered dream? Overwrite it with their own new hopes and achievements... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, that's not what matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every new team will bring with it its own team spirit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its own unique bond, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its own people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;souls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;scandals? :) coughcough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes, and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No fullstop there, there's no end to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just being utterly random and nostalgic here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll stop soon... I know I will, but for now, just let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me think and feel it all again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The dearest sc teams of 2002-2005, I love you so much... (this includes SHIRIN and LARISSA!!! :p Don't EVER think I've forgotten!!! Cause I haven't... I never will :p I'll go talk to that little doggie you all gave me last last year :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah well... That's enough of my randomness and rambling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It;s a little unsettling to have half the amount of hair you had before... I just told myself that I'd never forgive myself if I just got out of the hair dresser's without discovering something new... SO. I said, "okay, mamm, can we cut it short? As in SHORT?" hee... So, now I know how I look with short hair, finally, after 10 years, my hair is short again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look now, I can't even type anything without ending up in aimlessness... This is not good. It's your fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey, and one last thing, be nice to prefects. Please? We're trying our best, and we're working on it. Just make it a little easier on us... please.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dysbim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111461490139586045?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111461490139586045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111461490139586045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111461490139586045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111461490139586045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/04/amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111358180420591431</id><published>2005-04-15T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:18:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I couldn't bring myself to write about this until now. I suppose I've been sulky and annoying about it... Trying to forget and forgetting sometimes and remembering at others. Well... Things are like that aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they announced the verdict...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't feel.&lt;br /&gt;I got back, slept, woke up, then it hit me... It had ended...&lt;br /&gt;How on EARTH could it have ended...&lt;br /&gt;4 years and just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T WANT IT TO END LIKE THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a dull ache&lt;br /&gt;Like supressed tears&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel it and yet I can feel it so much...&lt;br /&gt;And the supressed tears weren't so supressed any longer...&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless pain hurts more than just painful pain... When you let go and cry your heart out... like round 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is directly proportional to disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we don't hope on, where's the joy in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it feels lousy... How'd it feel... My last debate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'd wear the blazer for sc debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'd feel awful about disappointing my school. (maybe not the last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'd be a speaker in t1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'd pray with them as their capt ( I promise i'll come back and pray some more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'd feel as much as I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my last debate for sc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how it seems that 4 years have culminated in 9 mins of speech and a few seconds for the adjudicator to say " the debate went to the..." And. That. Was. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years&lt;br /&gt;first time in the lit lang room asking naz, "what's a... clari?"&lt;br /&gt;broken telephone...&lt;br /&gt;getting scolded for not doing my research&lt;br /&gt;wearing my blazer for the first time&lt;br /&gt;learning how to tie a tie&lt;br /&gt;writing my first case&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to hester, naz, and jon...&lt;br /&gt;getting ranking&lt;br /&gt;holding hands waiting for verdicts&lt;br /&gt;WINNING HCs...&lt;br /&gt;crying&lt;br /&gt;laughing&lt;br /&gt;crying again&lt;br /&gt;and laughing again and again&lt;br /&gt;spending all that time with a group of wonderful people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT ENDS WITH THAT ONE NIGHT WHEN YOU LOSE...&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, I feel as if we lost so much... That everything just didn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, in the midst of all the forlorn looks,&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition might have ended but the team doesn't... We lost the shield, but we keep the love and the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;20 years down the road, who'll care who won JGs 2005? Who'll really care about the best speakers? It all won't really matter. As for us, we'll just keep the wonderful memories... We'll look back and remember us... All of us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our hopes&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember... I'll look back 20 years from now and go... It was all worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to SC Debate 2005:&lt;br /&gt;GRACE SUM&lt;br /&gt;TAN YUAN KHENG&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE HAN&lt;br /&gt;KRISTI HOW&lt;br /&gt;JAZLYN CHUA&lt;br /&gt;LISABELLE TAY&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE YEO&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA SUN&lt;br /&gt;ALIA CHUA&lt;br /&gt;SUSANNAH WANG&lt;br /&gt;ALETHIA TAN&lt;br /&gt;JON&lt;br /&gt;XUWEN&lt;br /&gt;MRS TAN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. OUR team :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look back one day and see all of you doing great without me and grace around... And I tell you I'll be so so so proud... I know you all will be great... Just remember the crazed rabbit of a team mate you all had once upon a time k? :D And just know, that I will miss sc debate so much... Love you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright... It's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111358180420591431?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111358180420591431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111358180420591431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111358180420591431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111358180420591431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-couldnt-bring-myself-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111279760653276832</id><published>2005-04-06T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T07:26:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quarts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It still hurts? Maybe just a little, but I've gotten over it more or less :D I'm the same happy happy happy person :D Alright then... Here we go SC05... Quarts :D No fear! We'll do great. I know :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But I also know there's no way we can win this on our own strength. We need to trust in God and do our best too. Let's surrender this round to God and let Him do what He thinks is best, cos that's how things work out for our own good :D Pray for the team k!!! That we'll stay united, strong, passionate, committed and happy working together... Constant prayer, and God will see us through. Debate isn't about beating your opponents or how good it feels to see them lose... It's never been about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's to see that we grow nearer the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Give it all you've got, trust God for the best and just go. I love you all... No matter what happens, we're always the greatest sc debate team of 2005. BELIEVE OK GIRLS!!!!!!!! I know we can... And if we can't, I know GOD CAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To a certain someone who's feeling down now... Hey... CHIN UP K!!! I'm here for you if you need me and it'll all pass... Remember what I told you today? Things always start out like that but remember, deep down, we all still love you :D You know who you are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And of course to anyone who's been helping us... praying for us... Hoping for us... Thank you so much... You're appreciated :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;IBIY... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111279760653276832?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111279760653276832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111279760653276832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111279760653276832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111279760653276832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/04/quarts.html' title='quarts...'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111238095957782766</id><published>2005-04-01T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:42:39.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ah well... We made it :D I hyperventilated... And was almost going to get down on my knees and thank God but then decided it might be a little... inappropriate in the middle of the hall :D So we settled for praying and the school cheer... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I dunno what happened to me today... I'm so sorry to everyone involved in the debate... I behaved... like a sulky targ in a real bad mood... ARGH... I'm sorry to RI2 cos I was sulking a little too much ( and no one was to blame... I just wanted to sulk), I'm sorry I cried... When I keep telling my team to try their best not to cry... I feel like an idiot... I ended up crying instead... Ah, oh well... Don't learn from me... It was just a real awful way to end round 3... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ah, but on a happier note!!! :D (CHANGE SUBJECT!!!) We're into quarts and really really really... THANK YOU GOD!!! Thank You so so much :D For the friends. The team... Grace, YK, Suzy, Amanda, Dan, Kristi, Jaz, Lis, Nat Yeo... I really praise and thank God for all of you and that He's let me be in this team, with you wonderful, amazing people... :D Thank God for you :D I love you all and I'm proud (very proud) of you!!! :D Hee hee... I'm very high I think... Loads of other things to thank God for too! The pretty (albeit BIG) cake, the wonderful friends (those who brought spongebob hats and sang funny songs :p Have YOU ridden the Hasselhoff? :p), those who're trying to market school concert tickets, those who played a wonderful April fool's joke on me and turned up for the debate telling me they couldn't make it down. Haha :D Thank you so much... You all have made my life so wonderful and I wake up, facing each new day knowing that you all are always there... I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU :D ABCDE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WE MADE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111238095957782766?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111238095957782766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111238095957782766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111238095957782766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111238095957782766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111166434255777919</id><published>2005-03-24T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T03:39:02.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toby's looking for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today, I had a nice thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I thought it'd be nice if I could eat leaves. Don't you think so? I wouldn't need to pay for meals, I'd get paid for having them, (like a gardener), and leaves do look so healthy and crunchy and green don't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Why on earth did I say that... I fear Amaths has done strange things to my brain... ah... well, forget it, it's still a nice thought. leaves...random. So utterly random...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Haha, Borah and rice... It was so nice to go out today... At least 3 of us could make it and that's an improvement... We're all so busy! Especially sharm cos of &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;... and now niece with syf and me during certain jg weeks then rice cos of IT and syf... AH... I wish we could go back to sec 1... And stay in the same school for four more glorious years... Live through malacca again, obs (stupid jgs r2...), talent time (properly this round :D), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;being burped at by borah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tell rice she's not fat again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;talk crazy trek stuff with niece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;watch sharm GLOW with what's that special sound? humming is it? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and work more feng shui with the water bottle and racket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, the fact is that, the time has passed... BUT! There is still lots more to come... So here's to ABCDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Making memories :D *I'll be there for you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;To the amazing juniors that did their best and put up such a "valiant fight" (if I may quote fifi :p), you all have no idea how darn proud I am of all of you... How heartbreaking it was to see you guys cry, and how happy I've been working with you... I'll always love you and I'll always be behind you... :D For now, let's just forget what happened, don't let things get you down, and look at the goal... JGs JGs JGs JGs JGs... On such a lovely day too :p MY day :p Oh, and dan, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and to a certain person out there who feels like a stranded starship, you aren't stranded... so do please smile? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111166434255777919?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111166434255777919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111166434255777919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111166434255777919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111166434255777919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/03/tobys-looking-for-you.html' title='toby&apos;s looking for you...'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111149987277957876</id><published>2005-03-22T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T05:57:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be... please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I said I wanted to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But now when I think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;LOGICALLY as Tuvok would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's not that bad after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I'm fine now. Really I am. Maybe not THAT fine. But fine enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just got another of Joshua Harris' books :D Good one it is :D And it's not for loan yet. Haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;let it be... please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111149987277957876?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111149987277957876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111149987277957876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111149987277957876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111149987277957876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-it-be-please.html' title='let it be... please?'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111125315468673188</id><published>2005-03-19T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T06:52:51.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I've got a crush on a distortion pedal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Help me... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I should go join the BOMP :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111125315468673188?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111125315468673188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111125315468673188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111125315468673188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111125315468673188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-ive-got-crush-on-distortion.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111115607872837972</id><published>2005-03-18T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T06:42:56.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my creator king</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creator King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro:l C F l C F l&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C                             C/F                              G4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You who made the mountains and the sea&lt;br /&gt;C                           C/F                C/A  C/G   Fsus9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Measured out the universe and You made me  &lt;br /&gt;F/D                 F/C                    Csus/G                                                                                                                                                                             Echoes of the voice that called worlds to be&lt;br /&gt;Dm                              F/C                 Gsus4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Reached through the ages and now speak to me&lt;br /&gt;F              Gsus4        C    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You're my Creator King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;C                             C/F                   C/G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You who made the valleys and the skies&lt;br /&gt;      C                              C/F               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Displayed Your love on far horizons&lt;br /&gt;            C/A C/G Fsus9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dm                    F/C                      G4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You who lit the stars and set the dawn in time&lt;br /&gt;Dm                         F/C                         Gsus4                 Fsus9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Called them all by name and now You whisper mine&lt;br /&gt;            Gsus4              C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ou're my Creator King Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;C                             C/F                       C/G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You who made the darkness and the light&lt;br /&gt;C                          C/F                        C/A     C/G Fsus9  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sun and moon to watch the day and guard my night&lt;br /&gt;    Dm                                F/C                  Gsus4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A hand that stretched the heavens like a canopy&lt;br /&gt;Dm                        F/C                      Gsus4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Reaches down to cover and watch over me&lt;br /&gt;Fsus9             Gsus4        C           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You're my Creator King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;CHORUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Am                       Csus6/F  C                      G              Dm   C/E F9      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And who am I                   that You are mindful of me yeah&lt;br /&gt;Am                       Csus6/F               G                         F/D Csus9  F9      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And who am I              that You set Your love on me&lt;br /&gt;            Gsus6        C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You're my Creator King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Beautiful song isn't it? Levites camp was amazing. God was really doing a lot of work with us there... And it felt really good to come back to Him and get a new filling up... Shall I share a little extract of &lt;em&gt;extravagant worship?&lt;/em&gt; Yes I shall...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It's not about singing in the choir ( or playing in the band for that matter) We are there to worship God and we are going to be worshipping here forever and ever and ever. And the whole idea is that the people out there are worshipping. Not lookking at you, they are looking at Jesus. No matter where you are, whether you are on the platform, out the front being a backing singer, in the car park, or in in the congregation, you are there to worship Jesus. That really meant a lot to me because being in the band... sometimes I end up thinking about chords more than God... It's terrible isn't it? But this round's camp has really woken me up and brought me back to the heart of worship. And when I was worshipping there, I just cried and cried and cried knowing how much God really loved me, loves me and will love me :D God is wonderful, and He's been the best friend to me and I keep asking myself how good a friend I've been to my creator king and it's sad to know that I don't match up at all. But I'm trying. I'll continue trying my best to make Jesus smile every day :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;One way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I could live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111115607872837972?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111115607872837972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111115607872837972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111115607872837972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111115607872837972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-creator-king.html' title='my creator king'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-111065448126202001</id><published>2005-03-12T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T11:08:01.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2k run yesterday, 15k today then 3 hours of standing selling flags... Lots of lactic acid... I'm really really really sorry about missing training today... Argh I'm an idiot... Sorry... I miscalculated the length and time of the walk and we ended up stuck in the forest for longer than I intended... It was really fun and real pretty though... Trees are such glorious things don't you think? It's like they all have their own personality... And they all seem so patient and happy too... Of course there are those sad ones with no leaves... I saw this one today that had leaves that were completely bleached white... That was one of my favourite trees today :D Aimless aren't I? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Annabel didn't last very long... It's sad that she wilted so disastrously... Hey, how often do you get a pretty looking daisy that smells like a different dairy product everyday? :D Annabel's a nice name for a cow... If I had a cow I'd call her Annabel. I'm really getting aimless... Aimlesser and aimlesser... word of the day! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's been a long night. Trying to find my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Been through the darkness. Now I finally have my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Space debates have put me in an ultra trekkie mood :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cause I've got faith of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm going where my heart will take me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've got faith to believe. I can do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've got strength of the soul. And no one's gonna bend or break me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can reach any star. I've got faith, faith of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THBT targs are the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-111065448126202001?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/111065448126202001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=111065448126202001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111065448126202001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/111065448126202001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/03/2k-run-yesterday-15k-today-then-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110995207832766129</id><published>2005-03-04T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:01:18.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" font face="arial" size="1.8"&gt;the double bass sounds good... yup yup yup :D Here's to 4SE. Even if the music turns out wrong (AND IT WON'T!!!), it'll be funny :D Xiao Feng Jie and the Chinese Music Industry band! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... The results came back... No matter what, I still thank God for them... I was just watching all the J1s getting their results back... And next year I don't want to be one who's crying... Who does any way... Hai... It's just scary how a silly slip of paper can influence part of your life to such a great degree. Os... ARGH. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110995207832766129?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110995207832766129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110995207832766129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110995207832766129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110995207832766129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/03/double-bass-sounds-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110950764947794356</id><published>2005-02-27T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T04:34:09.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" size=1.8 font face="arial"&gt;ARGH... WHY WHY must this happen? I wish the MOE would lose my script or something... They're probably going to leave me ungraded for oral... It was AWFUL! But then again, I'm getting back one paper and loads of other people are getting 9... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE SUBJECT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my wonderful, amazing band :D&lt;br /&gt;They all rock SO much... My fingers are DYING cos the skin got burnt off but I don't care... Playing is worth it... The painful parts is the skin round your nails... On the sides and at the tip... It's all hard now, and if I squeeze it, it stays in that shape... Pain... But I can't help it, I must type... Yes. The band rocks. Josiah, Reuben, Pastor Linda... The groove is there... God is there :D I could just play and play and play every hour of the day... I was so upset getting transferred out of the old band, but hey, I still get to play with them after service is over... We did shout your fame and blessed be your name today :D Haha, and they let us use the band room to jam for an extra long time :D The most rewarding thing however is to see the kids worship... I know youth band is SO much more fun but that can wait til next year... They sang one way today :D IT WAS AMAZING. Sometimes, I think that I get too caught up with how things sound rather than really worshipping with all my heart, soul, strength and mind... I feel so awful everytime I suddenly realise I was looking at the chords more than the words. I need God to help me with this... I can't do it myself. AND THEN! Susan and Roger came down today to do band dynamics with us. I froze. CANNOT PLAY WITH HER STARING AT ME!!! ARGH. No, all for God. Not by might, not by power, but by the spirit of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER TOPIC!&lt;br /&gt;JGS R2&lt;br /&gt;T2, once again, the crazed wabbit/dory/ whatever else, is DARN proud of all of you! You all put up a really hard fight and by your own definition you achieved excellence by surpassing your last performance. And t1, grace, suzie, yk, amanda, you all rock too... Really good show k! HERE'S TO ROUND THREE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110950764947794356?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110950764947794356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110950764947794356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110950764947794356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110950764947794356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110813894959977009</id><published>2005-02-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T08:24:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited update :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" font face="arial" size=1.8&gt;JGs 2005 round 1 and NCS...&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is late once again... But I'd really like my AMAZING team to know that I love all of you!!! You all are amazing... I'm really proud of you team 2. I mean, so what even if you all didn't win the first round... Doesn't matter as long as you all can pick yourselves up, accept it and move on. Hey, there's round TWO! :p&lt;br /&gt;Haha... NCS... That was bad... But it's been a while since then so I don't feel too down about it now although I was quite upset about it then... Oh well... It's not like we're a lousy team, I don't know... We just mess up sometimes... hai... sorry to the last team that got us... We didn't give you all a good enough fight... Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;BUT. BUT BUT BUT, the good thing is that things aren't over yet... Of course they aren't!!! There's still JGs and our little juniors are going for their first competition!!! And lots more invites too so... there's always hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, GO SC DEBATE!!! I KNOW WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SPORTS THING&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I don't know what the school is doing now... They announce on the first day that we need to do sports CCAs but then they don't even bother about enforcing it... So I think I shall continue not bothering :D All the better for us. They seem to be making sec 1s do sports CCAs but they don't really care about the OLD ONES so well... we just shan't care about it :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... That's that... And my goodness... we haven't even done our seniors' farewell yet... and mel's all blacks teddy bear!!! Mel, so so so sorry... I promise you'll get hold of the bear soon... very very soon :D I was just thinking that we should take the ex seniors and ppl who left to the beach or something and just slack for farewell :D Or maybe we'll go cycling :D Haha... so fun...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110813894959977009?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110813894959977009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110813894959977009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110813894959977009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110813894959977009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-awaited-update-d.html' title='The long awaited update :D'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110682235723749965</id><published>2005-01-27T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T02:39:17.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" size=1.8 font face="arial"&gt;I know it's a little late to start blogging about invest now but I've really been quite busy with debate, homework, everything... &lt;br /&gt;Right. Invest. INVEST!!! It rocked!!! I loved invest... I want to do it all again... I mean, it's pretty wasted if you just do invest ONCE after all the effort the whole board put into it... But I tell you... once was really really good already... It was so funny, dramatic, crazy and SCish!!! GO SCPB!!! Still high... even after 7 days... We rocked the school song... I'd have given ANYTHING to see ms heng's face but it was so unfortunate that she walked out the minute the whole thing ended to attend to the guests and all... K, there are loads of people I need to thank... PUBLICLY, cos I think I've thanked all of you personally already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC and D&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THERE!!! Love you all :D I know how much trouble niece went to to come so thanks so much for that. All of you made my invest more special and meaningful than anything else could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;That speech! OH MY GOODNESS... It was the best speech I've ever heard a head give in my whole life... Could really hear that you put your whole heart into it and that's what makes a good speech. How much heart you put into the thing... LOVE YOU SHARM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SCPB BAND: meiyi, tiff, eunice, ee min, yuelin, lichoo, diana&lt;br /&gt;MEIYI and TIFF (and the drumset no matter how constipated it sounds :D), you two are the BEST drummers ever! Thanks so much for playing SOFTLY so the ppl in the audi wouldn't go deaf, haha and tiff... must apologise about the speed of hope's there. haha :D couldn't be helped. &lt;br /&gt;EUNICE and EEMIN (and their guitars. Eunice, I forgot what your guit's name is :D), Really loved the playing! Again, I apologise for all the plastered fingers, split skin and so on... haha :D the crazy chord changes and the F#m dim chord... :D Thanks for all the hard work! &lt;br /&gt;YUELIN (and antonio :D): haha :D How many songs have I played with you already? haha :D Thanks for being such a hardworking violinist! Will always remember the days when I had a bow poking at my arm and I'd shout "yuelin! that's going to take someone's eye out..." &lt;br /&gt;LICHOO (and her cello): AHH!!! You couldn't be there... But it's ok! We're going to record the songs, SO you get to play again! &lt;br /&gt;DIANA (and the beautiful french horn): LATEST EDITION TO THE BAND, but you played really really well anyway... Only got the score the day before right? So you did excellently... :D My favourite instrument after the piano :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCPB: THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST INVESTITURE EVER! EVERYONE MADE IT GREAT AND THANKS SO MUCH FOR PUTTING YOUR HEART AND SOUL INTO INVEST. Always 57 of us behind you... AB INTRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the passion that comes from within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the debaters... Alright girls, this is it. It all begins here and we're going to make the most of it. We're quite a decent team, and I'm sure we'll make it this year. Remember the goal. Stay focused and bonded. Yes? yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone. &lt;br /&gt;The team's always there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we need to do be we low or high, is to see that we grow nearer the sky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110682235723749965?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110682235723749965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110682235723749965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110682235723749965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110682235723749965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-know-its-little-late-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110580958679185420</id><published>2005-01-15T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T09:19:46.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AB INTRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" font face="arial" font size="1.7"&gt;AB INTRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCPB is wonderful. Invest is wonderful... If you don't come, you'll never know what you're missing out on. Great story, great actresses, great props, great lighting and sound, great music, GREAT BAND!!!, great people. You'll see mad gurus, sweet evil people, air stewardessy evil people, french evil people, evil people with self esteem problems, an evil person with a bear, evil royal guards, a pretty girl called Lexi (means deliverer), 5 aMUSING muses, indian dances, prisoners, a strange godess, and a REALLY REALLY POSER BAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to invest 2005!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got our new coaches :p wonderful thing that is... ha. And our seniors' farewell is still being planned. This is going to be the latest handover ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that this is terribly out of point but have you ever seen an old couple dancing together? Ballroom dancing. Ya. I think it's really sweet and really... really nice :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow back to more normal things. SRJC invites. You won't see sc there as a participating team. It's really sick. It was a silly snail mail problem. I should've tackled it sooner... We didn't even get the invitation til we asked for it and by then it was too late so we won't be there. No chance to even TRY to defend our title... UGH. Silly people... If a school doesn't reply, you at least try CALLING right? Or maybe an EMAIL? And if the teacher in charge doesn't get any invitation, she doesn't bother to ask. ya. But I suppose it's also my fault for not chasing them earlier... HAIIII... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! My wabbit is highly intelligent. He has learnt how to FORCE you to stroke him. He'll follow you EVERYWHERE and snuffle around at your feet til you can't take it anymore and bend down and put your hand on his head. Once you do this, he'll adjust his head and you are enslaved... hah. He'll squeeze his nose between two fingers and close his eyes and start to snuffle quietly... Then, you are REALLY enslaved cos you just can't go... He's SO ADORABLE... ha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110580958679185420?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110580958679185420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110580958679185420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110580958679185420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110580958679185420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/01/ab-intra.html' title='AB INTRA'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110484074799571384</id><published>2005-01-04T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:12:35.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" font face="arial" size="1.8"&gt;I LOVE MY TEAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC DEBATE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COMMITMENT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    SPIRIT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    BONDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CRYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    LAUGHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TALKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    AND TALKING SOME MORE :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PASSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    the friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the FRIENDSHIP. That makes this wonderful team God's blessed me with. I really love all of them. EVERY SINGLE ONE. Such amazing girls :p Thank God for sc debate... DAN!!! thanks so much for the video!!! It's so wonderful I could cry... :p And laugh too... (maybe til I dislocate my jaw *wink* :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone in sc and in sec one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JOIN DEBATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate's not just a cca to me. It's so much a part of my life that I can't imagine myself living through secondary school without debate. When you join debate, you don't just join a cca, or a club, or a society. &lt;br /&gt;You join a TEAM. A GREAT TEAM filled with the most hillarious and wacky people ever. Of course you've got to work but the thing about us is that we work together, whine together, succeed together and DEBATE together. That's what sc debate is all about. A few friends with one goal. &lt;br /&gt;One bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time I'm not makin crap sound good. It really IS good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    TO THE TEAM...&lt;br /&gt;ok. here are the research topics for the week: 1) nuclear -proliferation&lt;br /&gt;                                                          -disarmament&lt;br /&gt;                                                          -treaties&lt;br /&gt;                                                          -please pay attention to &lt;br /&gt;                                                           the cuban missile crisis&lt;br /&gt;                                               2) intervention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search like mad, separate into diff issues and truncate. TRUNCATE. can? good. mass email to everyone on sunday night. If it's not seen on everyone's comp by monday night... then you'll be subject to the mood of the treasurer (and we can all go out and buy cards)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110484074799571384?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110484074799571384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110484074799571384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110484074799571384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110484074799571384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-love-my-team-sc-debate-commitment.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110425238623378676</id><published>2004-12-28T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:00:56.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poto</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" font face= "arial" size=1.5&gt;haha :p had a lot of fun yesterday :p Thanks to EVERYONE who made it fun :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;Mr. A. L. Webber&lt;br /&gt;Borah&lt;br /&gt;Rice&lt;br /&gt;Niece&lt;br /&gt;Sharm (even though you couldn't be there)&lt;br /&gt;Feli&lt;br /&gt;Porthos&lt;br /&gt;The Icelandic one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all rock :p Really made my day! The whackiest bunch of people to hang out with :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCD!!! GOODNESS ME!!! It was really so nice sitting round with pizza and our mouths :p Talk and talk and talk... Been doing it since sec 1 and I don't think we'll ever stop :p SHARM!!! Always at training... so sad you couldn't make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera was a... grand show. I understood it better than the real opera. I really didn't get that one. I only remembered the dry ice and candles and a strange woman who could hit really really high notes. haha... Maybe it was because I was too young... But this show was not bad. Go for the music. It's got an EXCELLENT underscore. The voiceovers were done pretty seamlessly and I enjoyed it on the whole. It was dramatic but I didn't understand the characters... They all seemed schizo to me... hah :p JUST GO FOR THE MUSIC. It's worth it... The horns and string section... ah... You'll just close your eyes and smile... Mr Webber... Great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feli! Great going out with you! Really thought you wouldn't come. For reasons known to you :p But do tell THE REASON that we did take good care of you k :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, porthos, I LOVED the present... I think I didn't tell you this explicitly enough... It 's wonderful... Going to be on my wall soon. It's lovely :p could never have bought me a better present. Thanks for keeping me entertained for the day :p Really enjoyed myself :p Same to the icelandic one. haha :p I win EVERYTHING! haha... And thanks to you two for the amusing experience called... world combat is that it? I WILL NEVER hold a gun in my life. It's not fun (i say primly) Actually I'm not sure... It was RATHER interesting. Haha... Thanks for forcing me to play. It was a good experience after all :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was seriously a good good good day :p Thanks again to EVERYONE who made it such a good day :p Must have more days like this before school starts... AH!!! We still have our second sleepover to go to right? I'm looking forward to it a lot! Except I'll have to endure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a whole day. If I don't get bitten, it'll just mean that Happy's a changed canine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" are you icelandic or retarded?" I love that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"april cooked something and didn't kill herself!!!" Sharm, on my baking endeavours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the fruitcake fell apart." -rice&lt;br /&gt;"it's meant to what" -niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it was so saddd... when he looked at the monkey with the cymbals... I wanted to cry" regarding the saddest scene in the phantom of the opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a really wonderful time. Thank you ALL again!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110425238623378676?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110425238623378676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110425238623378676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110425238623378676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110425238623378676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/12/poto.html' title='poto'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110355306528936643</id><published>2004-12-20T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T06:34:39.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good day :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" size=1.5 font face="arial"&gt;hahaha :D My mood is greatly improved. Had a group of wonderful people over to movie marathon and stone and just be... idiotic :D It was WONDERFUL. A BIG thank you to Dan, Jaz, YK and Suz for coming over k! You guys rock! Ah... And well, I do believe that I owe a few people apologies :D Alright. We were having fun... pranking people... HAR... Susannah's idea! It was quite brilliant. To the person who wants to play the piano... Har... Sorry k... We might have called at a bad time? Hai... Mrs Wu shall make more appearances :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate gathering yesterday was pretty fun know... haha... saw a lot of people but the ones that I saw made me want to cry... I tell you. Those were the people who were such a part of my life and now that they're going, it hurts... MEL and STEPH ANN... Such wonderful juniors... All the rest are included too and I'm so glad I won't have to miss them til my graduation... AH!!! Keep next year far far away from me... I shall enjoy my hols to the greatest extent before... before. ya. &lt;br /&gt;hai... I have not finished that silly book I'm meant to read. "xiang yue xing qi er". It's tuesdays with morrie in chinese... And the teachers conveniently forgot that the book was not available in Singapore and you had to go to China to get it... So I have decided NOT to read it. I'll manage to crap up some touching report about life and how we should live it. Moreover, the guy in the story DIES. I don't want to get all depressed... Not when it's Christmas. Always stay UP. UP UP UP UP UP! Your mouth must turn UP. Your mood must stay UP and you must grow UP. hahar :D Alright then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!!! All sc debaters involved in the case relay. If you're looking at this, I'll assume you're just taking a break from research. I WANT CASES SWITCHED BY WEDNESDAY. All late ppl will have to make a donation to the club fund. Minimum donation will be let's say... one dollar? yes. SO GO RESEARCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC *SCream* GS *SCream*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110355306528936643?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110355306528936643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110355306528936643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110355306528936643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110355306528936643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-day-d.html' title='the good day :D'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110330354967803676</id><published>2004-12-17T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T09:12:29.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color ="ffffcc" font face="arial" size=1.5&gt;Life is full of MAYBES. And I don't like most maybes. Especially negative maybes. Look at sc debate. It's so... maybe. Maybe I'm not good enough. Maybe I didn't deserve to captain this team. Maybe we really suck. Maybe we could improve. Maybe we could try to win. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so lost. I really do. There's no more time... I don't even want to think abt the debate at ac. I mean, it's really not funny at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU. I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW ON EARTH ANYONE IN THE RIGHT MIND COULD EVER TREAT A TEAM THAT WAY. YOU WANT TO HELP THEN HELP. PLEASE. I KNOW I'M GOING ALL PROTECTIVE OVER HERE BUT HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU? you broke them down. More than they ever needed to be. They know they have to improve and they didn't need any more of your nonsense. They really didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lousy, and I'm so sorry to all of you. I need to tell the whole team that I'm so sorry... I should have been more sensitive... I'm so sorry to all of you. And at the same time I feel that I've let myself down. Ah, you wouldn't understand... I need time to adjust to all of this. No shirin, no ll, no zhiying, no andrea, no maysh, no jon. I miss jon so badly. I NEED jon back. He was such a wonderful coach... I loved jon's cases, I loved jon's attitude. I MISS JON. JON JON JON JON!!!&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a good good coach... I'd give anything for a good coach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. &lt;br /&gt;Through all this mess, we still have hope. Lots of it. We have our team spirit. Lots and lots of it. We can make it through the rain. I'll change for all of you. I promise that much and more. I'm going to give our senior's legacy as much as I can. We're going to make this work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do what sc has always stood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not THE best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go sc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll give our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. You know who you are. "We fall, we hurt, but that's how we get better" And you're right. We ARE trying and it WILL work out in time...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110330354967803676?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110330354967803676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110330354967803676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110330354967803676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110330354967803676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-is-full-of-maybes.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110296074465539429</id><published>2004-12-14T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:59:04.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a DEBATER, not a sportswoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ccff99" arial size="1.5"&gt;Do you have any idea what has just happened? We have to join TWO CCAs now. Any one in a club or society has to become SPORTY. I don't mind watching sports, playing HERE AND THERE but a CCA!? Ms Heng's just trying to turn SC into a female version of AC. NOOOO!!! I want to dedicate ALL my time for CCAs to debating. That's all I want to do! Not badminton or netball or anything else like that. I mean if you make me play when I WANT to that's ok. Now they're forcing us to join silly ccas which we won't even get points for, don't feel any sense of belonging to, don't have the passion for and plain wouldn't join if not forced. I promise I'll jog in my own time but I DO NOT want to pack myself with a second BIG CCA. HEY, invest is taking up a lot of time already (it's worth it cos I'm doing something I love), debate is going to be so packed next year and I want to give SC debate my all and now they're introducing this silly new scheme. I do not want to spend every afternoon in school. Debate training is going to increase and I have no time to stay in school on other days to do SPORTS which I have no passion for. UGH. Why don't they make sports persons join societies too? I tell you it'll be good for them too on the same grounds that they're making us join sports ccas. They want all rounded? FINE. Make it so accross the board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... I'm just being annoyed I suppose. Just think it's unfair... Hai... Maybe we'll be able to prove that the sports thing really won't work next year then they'll be forced to do away with it :p All of us are planning to join badminton cos it's the most slack of the sports CCAs. Hai... I ask you how it's going to work if we're all joining the most slack cca? Badminton will overflow with ppl... SORRY SHARM :p Maybe we can train during sports cca time (case set or something)... That's an idea hmmm? :p ALRIGHT. I'm going to try to approach this with an open mind and see how it all goes. I must be optimistic about it no matter how HARD it is. ACK. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110296074465539429?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110296074465539429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110296074465539429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110296074465539429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110296074465539429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-debater-not-sportswoman.html' title='I am a DEBATER, not a sportswoman'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110287333005954601</id><published>2004-12-12T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:42:10.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hrs and caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffff99" arial size=2&gt;well... here I am again. Sleepover at sharm's place was really fun!!! 7am to 9am... not bad not bad :D Sharm really knows how to order food cos we really had a very good dinner and it lasted us til lunch too... Oh, and thanks to sharm for the early christmas present... it's really hillarious :D Your presents are more hillarious yes? haha... it was Borah's idea! The one that came in a set that is :D I really have to thank 4 of you for everything... you all rock!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110287333005954601?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110287333005954601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110287333005954601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110287333005954601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110287333005954601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/12/2-hrs-and-caffeine.html' title='2 hrs and caffeine'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110261609903885977</id><published>2004-12-09T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:14:59.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color ="ccff33" size=2 arial&gt;Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about today's spar? Sorry. Sorry Sorry especially about the silly lunch mess up... NEVER order macs by phone. It's just not a very wise thing to do when you're looking for FAST food for lots of people. If we ever do this again, I think we should chase everyone out for lunch, one school to KAP, one to coro, one to Waffletown, one to serene centre... Yup, that would have been more efficient (like the borg). Macs phone service is AWFUL. "hold on" is probably the replacement of "I'm lovin' it". Hai... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to apologise to cat high on behalf of my team... Sorry about the... financial mess. AH... SC'd also like to thank you all for being... gallant? and helping us foot some of the bill... THANKS SO MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For strategic reasons, I shall not disclose anything about our debriefs here. HAH! Aren't we sneaky? yes yes yes... :D ah... I'm being crappy and aimless. This calls for stoning time :D bye bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110261609903885977?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110261609903885977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110261609903885977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110261609903885977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110261609903885977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/12/hai_09.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110209522574233189</id><published>2004-12-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T09:33:45.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffffcc" size=2 arial&gt;VJs are over and I suppose I'm getting over it... ya, I'm better now. The only awful things are the spars going on now and the team obviously is not at full strength with our regular 3rd speaker missing. When she's back I'm sure things will look much brighter for us. Actually things are already pretty bright :D Oh well, just me being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is meant to be holiday month correct? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent almost every day of my hols in school or in other schools. Hai... It's getting quite tiresome and I think I'm suffering from deprivation of stoning... Ugh... I need time to do nothing and today was great. The only day I wasn't doing something purposeful in school. Not that having a purpose is a bad thing, but it's neccessary for good mental health to be a bit... lazy sometimes. When you feel "headachy" then you're fully charged up, cos your body can't take anymore stoning and that's a very very good sign :D Well, I feel good now :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I believe this is the time to talk about the five day week. Now tell me, how many of us REALLY get called back for lots and lots of lessons on saturdays? CCAs are a different story, but lessons. Now even if we ARE called back it's not for a very long time is it? It's also not on a regular basis yes? The five day week has turned into an excuse for our school to extend curriculum time. School hours have increased and they release us early on ONE day of the week, and it's not like they release us early enough to make up for the extra time. The hours are not equitable any more... On the official letter they say that we'll be let off CCAs at 6pm the latest. Oh how lovely. We ARE already end training at that kind of time so with school extended by over an hour, what time do you think our CCAs will end? Think about the poor uniform group people with foot drills and all... They stay in school for so long on saturdays and I think they enjoy what they do and now I think that making them do the same things after a full day of school just kills the fun. Goodness, I don't think they'll get home for dinner the way things are going. So stupid... I should really have brought it up at the education conference thing. Hai... What can we do now? No one will have any of it so we just live on under the thumb of the ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had to say that :D Publicly. I think that with enough support we could bring this up to the school and really have something done about it, get involved in the way our education is going yes? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110209522574233189?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110209522574233189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110209522574233189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110209522574233189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110209522574233189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-hols.html' title='my hols'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110165761784370768</id><published>2004-11-28T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T08:33:17.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't no stoppin' us now</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ccccff" verdana size=2&gt; Oh well. We just got knocked out of the VJ invitational debates. I'm probably expected to be calm, gracious and accepting of all this but it's not easy. I'm sore, sore for my wonderful team, sore for lucas and all the hard work he's put in and sore for the seniors who's shoes we have to fill. We keep losing on technicalities and I'm thoroughly sick of it. We're going to double up our efforts, and I don't care if we have to train every day, we're not going to lose on that ever again. Team SC, I promise we're going to start fulfilling our onus as a prop or an opp, we'll fulfill our onus to our school and our onus to ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JGs 2005. yes JGs 2005. JGs 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lousy that day, not that I'm feeling a lot better now. I started blaming myself and I really wanted to cry but I reminded myself of Naz's advice. No crying after a debate. Then, I started blaming myself and I felt rotten about everything. Now, I remember that once (shirin's or zhiying's year) someone said that the most selfish thing a captain could do was to take all the blame. I'm not going to repeat that mistake. We lost together. We stick in this together. We'll cry together and we'll  laugh together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sun the rain, after the rain the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this defeat has served its purpose. We're going to use it as a stepping stone, an impetus to move towards something better.  SC debate is going to rise above its present status. I have faith in God, faith in our team's wonderful bond and the brains of our girls. We're passionate, we're committed, we're committed, we're willing to work hard, and we're BONDED. &lt;br /&gt;6 girls&lt;br /&gt;1 bond&lt;br /&gt;1 goal&lt;br /&gt;You know, SC debate, that's always been the strong point of this team, our BOND. We stick by each other no matter what. We can make it big. This bond can get us through anything. Let's not lose faith. I can see it already in the way all of you are so eager for more training. All we need to do is our best. I'm sure our best will emerge with more training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we need to do be we low or high is to see that we grow nearer the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I really need to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCAS: you were the coach we didn't have. We owe you so much. So so much.  Thanks for sticking with us for this competition, for the encouragement, the comfort. AC debate people, you are so blessed. Hai... nice working with you :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC SENIORS: Sorry. Sorry. We tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TEAM: I love you all. I'm proud of you. &lt;br /&gt;DAN: Like I said, you rock la. Such a big heart, God rewarded you didn't he? :p&lt;br /&gt;The team member any captain could ever wish for (eh, I still owe you dinner) You are so passionate about debate even though you've not been here as long as the rest.&lt;br /&gt;YK: you were sick, yet you still came. What more can I say? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;KRISTI: Man, there's no way we'll ever let library take you away from us!!!&lt;br /&gt;JAZ: You took almost all the stress of a 3rd on yourself. You're an amazing 3rd. You're such a sweet girl too. Hey, sweet and sharp and mean is a lethal combination :p &lt;br /&gt;LIZ: You're the youngest and you are so rock as a speaker, it's scary. Keep that fiest and passion going for the teams of 2006-2007 when all of us will be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one thing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow and green are our SC school badge&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody gonna be our match&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess around with SCGS&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're gonna do our best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCGS SC GS &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110165761784370768?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110165761784370768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110165761784370768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110165761784370768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110165761784370768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/aint-no-stoppin-us-now.html' title='ain&apos;t no stoppin&apos; us now'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110148825078281221</id><published>2004-11-27T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T09:01:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could be like Janeway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= "ffffcc" arial size=2&gt;I just did something that's going to be etched in my memory forever. I made a call as to who would be out of the team today and I know the decision made dan cry. I chose team dynamics and the preservation of feelings over all else. I don't even know if it's the right decision... Ya fine, in front of everyone I probably seemed pretty cool and calm in making the call but inside I'm going round and round. I'm actually debating with myself just that there are loads of propositions all proposing different motions and all thinking of which motion is the better one, and the debate goes really circular. The only rebuttals are cases and the only cases are rebuttals. Ugh, I don't know how to explain but I've got a headache as a result and I don't think it can be compared to how dan feels but I can assure you I feel pretty bad. Ah, I'm being confusing. Just needed to take a break and make some things clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dan not preping with us for today doesn't mean that she's less good than anyone involved in prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Neither does my saying that mean that Kristi's any less good than anyone else in prep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The rationale behind my decision was team dynamics and a really nice friend with a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The decision was purely my own so no one else is to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty lousy now and well, I have to thank a few people for making me feel less lousy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAN DEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rock la... you really do. You're the best friend anyone could have, you're also the best team member any captain could have and lastly, you're the best junior any senior could have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the support and the nice story at the end. It really helped. Really and well, you've been the most understanding and committed. (if we win this, we owe it to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SC VJ TEAM (ALL 6 OF YOU)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a great team and well as far as bonding is concerned you are all really tight. like a big clock (incredibles :D) and well, I thank God for you as my team. You supported my decision and I'd really like to thank all of you for that. I'd also like to apologise for the stupid glitch with the registration. I should've checked it earlier. God bless all of you and I'm sure we can make it tomorrow!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110148825078281221?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110148825078281221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110148825078281221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110148825078281221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110148825078281221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-wish-i-could-be-like-janeway.html' title='I wish I could be like Janeway...'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110096811806614518</id><published>2004-11-20T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T08:34:59.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ccccff" arial size=2&gt;I'm here! I've realized that msn is actually quite fun :D Thanks to Rice for helping me get msn :D You was truly beings very very patient... Thanks rice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dan darling! Thank you too! Cos you were so nice and patient with me for msn... I'm rather computer illiterate and you were so nice... I pay you back with more pictures k! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niece... I miss our crazy conversations! You in NZ means one less person to talk rubbish with... Hai... And you are making me very very jealous... you are so close to the ALL BLACKS!!! I want a present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had fun... Service today was really good. "From this day on, I will bless you". Everyone remember that k! God loves you and since it's His nature to bless you, He will. All we have to do is accept :D And I'd also like to encourage anyone who thinks they can't hear God speaking to them to press on because He really does speak to people. Just have the patience to wait and yup, you'll definitely hear Him if you're serious about it. The sec 4s in our cell are very hyper now, and I feel so happy for them :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... It's getting late now so I believe I must go... Bye bye :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110096811806614518?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110096811806614518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110096811806614518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110096811806614518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110096811806614518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-here-ive-realized-that-msn-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110070228079439450</id><published>2004-11-17T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T06:38:00.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white face=arial size=2&gt;Guess what? Rice is a kind person and she has helped me to change the colour of the words :p I thank rice and give her some space to express herself&lt;/font&gt;:&lt;font color=#cccc99 face=verdana size=1&gt; hello! april is finally being grateful. rice helped her. therefore rice is good. this is only fair to me. april is lousy. her lousy comp keeps doing bad stuff to me. bleah. horrible horrible comp. grr. rice is good. that is all. haha. this is the one and only chance april will let me say this on &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; blog because she is now temporarily indebted to me. muahahaha.hahahahahha. good. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110070228079439450?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110070228079439450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110070228079439450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110070228079439450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110070228079439450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110053563720571983</id><published>2004-11-15T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T08:20:37.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are still inherent problems with blogger...</title><content type='html'>1. I can't change the colour of my words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't change the size of my words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't change the font. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Any punctuation mark comes out funny... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have decided to get help changing the template. I do not think blogger has resolved the problem completely. I'm annoyed... I'm going to get help with this... KRISTI!!! I accept your offer to help me with the template. But make sure it's light enough to take words that are black cos the silly thing can only type out BLACK words... UGH... I think I shall start answering tags... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL, LUCAS, whoever else that wants to be linked: Hey hey :p Alright... Give me a while, and I shall link you... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICE: Oh Goodness... I'm really so happy... Thanks for all the offers to help me blog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alethia: OOh... You found me yes? sorry so stagnant, and could I have my bio book back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porthos: hey there... I'm back on the blog again! live long and prosper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Jaz, Stephann, YK, Kristi, All other darling debate juniors: AWWW... You found me yes? :p haha... Debate camp's been fun ya? sorry mel... I'll link you all now that I can BLOG again :p And thaks for all the help offered :p I accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBATE CAMP&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness :p it's really been great but not as much kick in it as there was in the june camp... Oh well, things are like that aren't they? STILL, I think the camp was SMASHING :p Congrats to the AC db8 organising comm. It was really quite well planned... Ah... Also, SENTOSA was the best thing... It's a pity I didn't take a picture of the flag... AWWW... It's sad... Operation FITS ( Feli In The Sand) worked really well ya? *winks at building persons and feli and auggie* It was really fun and feli, if you read this, I'm sorry if the sand hurt your legs... But the end was all worth it wasn't it? *GRIN* :p Ahahaha... I remember, a lot of groups got stuff stuck in trees... eg. shoes, umbrellas... :p But come on, it was all in good fun yes? :p I love SENTOSA! 3 whole days of debating, bridge, the company of debaters, screaming boys (note the irony), bad debates but lovely juniors, laughing, fun, trying to say "whatever", bimbotic walking and talking, and most important of all, the nuttiest group of wonderful people... DB8 camp has been an overall success :p And cow, josh, auggie and the rest of the exco, you guys did well k :p the camp made those 3 days all the more fun and eventful for me :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVEST&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no oh no... It's coming so soon... SO SOON! January... AH... How? No inspiration for the music yet... Ah... But this round, we'll have a band :p This will be so fun, even through the stress, I think I know that I'll be doing something I really enjoy... MUSIC is a wonderful thing... Invest will be made wonderful, so everyone, come to SC INVEST 2005! We promise a touching story, GREAT music, and nice people :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110053563720571983?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110053563720571983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110053563720571983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110053563720571983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110053563720571983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/there-are-still-inherent-problems-with.html' title='there are still inherent problems with blogger...'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110053388836920709</id><published>2004-11-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:51:28.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOODNESS!!!</title><content type='html'>I’m feeling really wonderful now because blogger has finally resolved the stupid problem of not being able to blog!!! This is great! But any how, there is now SO much to blog about so I’m going to start with DEBATE CAMP first :p But first, I’ve got to check that the colour of the words comes out right… wait…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110053388836920709?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110053388836920709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110053388836920709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110053388836920709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110053388836920709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-my-goodness.html' title='OH MY GOODNESS!!!'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-110053358423181814</id><published>2004-11-15T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:46:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S WORKING!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I CAN BLOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-110053358423181814?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/110053358423181814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=110053358423181814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110053358423181814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/110053358423181814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-working.html' title='IT&apos;S WORKING!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961812.post-109930982543205756</id><published>2004-11-01T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T03:50:25.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am here for the first time, isn't this fun? hahahaha :p I finally have my own blog! I must thank Rice for helping me along. She managed to mispell many things however, I still must express my utmost gratitude to her :p she refuses to say "you're welcome". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, after a long and arduous wait for a good long rest, that we've been waiting for for eons, the chinese os are OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! rice is here. [hurry up!!!!!!] I'm just being thorough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will write more in the time to come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961812-109930982543205756?l=itsmymonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/feeds/109930982543205756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961812&amp;postID=109930982543205756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/109930982543205756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961812/posts/default/109930982543205756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmymonth.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-first-post-p.html' title='My first post :p'/><author><name>ap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13022448413454974306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
