<?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-759970784402548652</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:15:24.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandejetes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-5387158294162857021</id><published>2009-12-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:14:26.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://grande-jetes.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://grande-jetes.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5387158294162857021?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5387158294162857021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5387158294162857021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5387158294162857021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5387158294162857021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-562304118204288079</id><published>2009-12-04T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:33:58.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVEJOURNAL?</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to experimenting with livejournal. I've always preferred the signature 'clean-cut' style of LJ but I guess Blogger seemed like an easier option back then. I think I'll probably stay with Blogger until I figure out how to customise LJ's CSS and userpic options, because those are the most attractive aspects of LJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grande_jetes.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://grande_jetes.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a grandejetes.livejournal; that's also mine. But that was Failed Attempt at LJ #1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-562304118204288079?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/562304118204288079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=562304118204288079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/562304118204288079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/562304118204288079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/12/livejournal.html' title='LIVEJOURNAL?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2058168641791121778</id><published>2009-12-03T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:06:53.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo, halo, halo.</title><content type='html'>I think it's freaking crazy how much everyone has improved at dance today.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was awesome at Halo; they/we really were. Although I'm pretty sure no modern dancer likes One Republic and Beyonce anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sourcing for batch dance costumes/music (although music has been sort of confirmed, everyone should be open to new suggestions!); found some skirts from Grade 7 and 8 ballet exam; found some songs too. But I&amp;nbsp;am hopeless at downloading&amp;nbsp;files so&amp;nbsp;I don't know how to let batchmates listen on the next dance practice&amp;nbsp;without divulging anything concerning to Dance Night preparation. This sounds&amp;nbsp;a bit pathetic, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's really excited for Dance Night; and with good reason. It looks fanstastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2058168641791121778?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2058168641791121778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2058168641791121778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2058168641791121778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2058168641791121778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/12/halo-halo-halo.html' title='Halo, halo, halo.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8666597846402220655</id><published>2009-11-30T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:44:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-sweet talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;ha•lo (h l ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;n. pl. ha•los or ha•loes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;1. A luminous ring or disk of light surrounding the heads or bodies of sacred figures, such as saints, in religious paintings; a nimbus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was good today; the whole session consisted of Halo, otherwise known as “This Little Bright Light Around the Bigs’ Heads”. (Well, that sounds appealing; it would give the dance a big of edge, eh?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose Halo gives us an opportunity to realise how much our batch has grown as dancers, and also allows us to envisage what we can become in the future. I genuinely think the choreographers especially have done an excellent job; the dance is undeniably exquisite. Watching batchmates (especially during the evaluation) dance Halo today was very inspiring; for two reasons. One, it is lovely to see how their hard work has paid off. Halo has been developed into this impressively powerful yet delicate dance; to the point that it looks professional. Two, it is painfully obvious that I have a lot to improve on, if that wasn’t obvious enough, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know; perhaps it is the end of the year and I am in a mood for reflections. This sudden burst of mushiness and sentimentality from someone like myself is very queer indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8666597846402220655?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8666597846402220655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8666597846402220655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8666597846402220655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8666597846402220655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/mid-sweet-talk.html' title='Mid-sweet talk.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3653152409194224324</id><published>2009-11-28T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:50:43.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous for fishballs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Oprah will always be the queen of daytime televison and she also said she was leaving me all her money. I was, like, 'God thanks, Oprah!'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sec 3 books stare at me from their shelf above, book covers (re-used) and all; with the exception of the fathomless and fatal poetry. Okay, I think ‘fatal’ is the closest synonym for deep that starts with an ‘f’. I would hardly be described as eager to begin 2010, although I’m so bored that I just might start reading Macbeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently am in the mood to do nothing, not even writing posts. There doesn’t seem to be anything to write about anymore. I lead a sadly mundane life that the most interesting thing to happen recently was that I watched Ice Age 3 last night. The disc was faulty (slightly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I’m ditching all my pride and finally succumbing to trends. People turn to drastic actions to relieve boredom. I tried to look for Gossip Girl episodes, since I sometimes read the series, but could find none that didn’t require downloading files. So in the end, I stress that &lt;strong&gt;I did not watch Gossip Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. HAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sign of relenting under the pressure of trends was the temptation to rent Twilight (yes Twilight, I’m about the only teenage girl left on Earth that has not watched it) from the DVD shop. Obviously I didn’t in the end. Letting myself be seen in public holding any form of the Twilight books and/or merchandise is way too much of a drawback. However, if I make it for the class outing, which I can’t, unless they change :(, I would have to watch New Moon! Then I’m going back on my word to boycott any Twilight-related objects or events! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just go into 313, hating it. I don’t mean to be an all-round bitch (no actually I do) but let’s just hope I’m wrong. I promise to mug next year though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 looks scarily stressful. NYAA looks mightily moronic; there’s not a single part of me that wants to learn a skill or do physical recreation for 6 months. Other than the nice portfolio-boost, I don’t really see the purpose for this award. All that about helping our community and improving oneself; do you really think anyone takes it seriously? I don’t see how library work is going to improve myself. Work experience? Well I hope my first work experience will not be that of a librarian. Librarians are nice people and all but I don’t really aim to be one, you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3653152409194224324?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3653152409194224324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3653152409194224324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3653152409194224324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3653152409194224324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/famous-for-fishballs.html' title='Famous for fishballs.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7542810864029097728</id><published>2009-11-24T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:58:27.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only fools suffer fools gladly.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to say about yesterday’s dance. It was interestingly different, as usual. But that is of course, a glaringly obvious oxymoron. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to start reading again; I hadn’t done so in ages. During the HP interview I was asked what books I had read recently and I had to search for an answer because I obviously couldn’t say To Kill a Mockingbird. So I lied and said Hannibal, which I attempted to read but I literally fell asleep reading it; twice. (It’s okay to expose my lie now, I’m not in HP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also doubted the educational value of Gossip Girl so I did make an effort to venture into the adult section of the library. I normally don’t like bright colours but I literally do judge books by their covers. I come to the conclusion that the adult section is a drab, dreary place. Anyway, I like English books that were translated from Asian languages, just because. So I got adult books for the very first time. I read some on the bus yesterday. It reminded me of the over-the-top, totally outrageous descriptions teachers tried to make us write in primary school compositions (very good for vocabulary!). It was surprisingly captivating, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me sound either like a nerd/bookworm or some sub-breed of papayas with pinkish hues. (I know this is seemingly random or abstract but it’s not. It’s a result of communication, emotion and &lt;s&gt;stalker-esque behaviour&lt;/s&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I might end up ‘embracing’ 313 like I did for 206. I didn’t quite like 106/206 at first. I now think it’s a nice, stable class to be in. There are no extremities in 206, which is a good thing, if you get what I mean. I like routine and stability, because I’m boring/insipid/whatever you want to call me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss 206. This is probably the most melodramatic thing you will ever hear me say in a serious/sincere tone because I have a hard time professing love for anything, even CCA or whatnot. I rarely miss stuff, so perhaps I have grown to be rather attached to 206 after all. I’m not going to elaborate further, because expressing these kinds of thoughts feel weird. This is coming from a person that feels uneasy when watching movie scenes of not just romance but also familial bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a weirdo. Or, I would prefer to call it eccentricity. (Only in little aspects of life okay, I’m not really eager to portray the image that I’m a freak) I do funny things. Like if I see someone that has to reach really far, strain his muscles and all for the bus bell, I will wait until he’s just about to touch the bell and ring the bell that is comfortably close to me. I think it’s entertaining. I’m funnily mean, if that makes any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post contained an ‘assortment’ of styles. The first paragraph with my usual, boring, narrative style; the second and third with nerd style; the fifth and sixth with the unusual sentimentality; the last paragraph with the mean/funny streak? I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7542810864029097728?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7542810864029097728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7542810864029097728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7542810864029097728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7542810864029097728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-fools-suffer-fools-gladly.html' title='Only fools suffer fools gladly.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8776664977941984263</id><published>2009-11-20T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:14:23.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE 206.</title><content type='html'>Bukit Timah flooded yesterday like 'nobody's business'. The manhole outside the school gate was bubbling up because there was too much water underneath or something. We got to drive through the water. It was an exciting experience but it did waste up to one hour of dance time. Dance itself was quite okay, Halo is shaping to be one powerful dance (although I didn't choreograph anything) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class allocations are out. &lt;br /&gt;The entire Sec 2&amp;nbsp;NY population was probably refreshing LMS 'like madness'. &lt;br /&gt;Today marks the official day of graduation. The last day of school didn't mean anything. Malacca trip didn't mean anything. It's only today that matters because only now do we have a Sec 3 class to identify with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh beginnings, something I've repeatedly said I didn't like, something everyone dreads, but we'll probably end up&amp;nbsp;claiming our undying love for this Sec 3 class we've landed ourselves into&amp;nbsp;during Sec 4 graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complain periods only last for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8776664977941984263?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8776664977941984263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8776664977941984263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8776664977941984263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8776664977941984263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-206.html' title='BYE BYE 206.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2973319682463188643</id><published>2009-11-16T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:27:28.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to buy that- you want some or not?</title><content type='html'>Dance today started off on a wrong note but I think we are experts at tuning, so it ended on a nice note. Apparently there was some clash in the booking of the dance studio (oh no would this be The Curse of the Booking of Special Rooms?) and both Chinese and Modern dancers had booked it. So yet again, the wet paint of the rooftop hall embraced us. But the actual dancing today was really fun. Different, but fun. &lt;br /&gt;The second part of this post contains some mockery (but not bashing) of teachers but I assure you that no malice is meant. If I were to offend anyone, please forgive me and understand that any potentially offensive comments were all made in the name of good fun. Furthermore, I think everyone should lighten up; it’s the end of the school year already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca trip was fun. It genuinely was, albeit the light afternoon drizzles that pretty much dampened everyone’s moods. Malaccan weather is/was very humid and fickle. The sun shines on you and the next thing you know, it’s drizzling lightly (pretty much the same sensation as Mr Mackintosh’s front row students feel every Tuesday and Friday). Much to my surprise, Singaporean weather has improved greatly these past few days. The night I came back, I did not even switch on the fan when I slept. Hooray for end of year weather. (but this is going off-point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was quite tiresome; it mainly consisted of three traditional Malay houses, a white donkey, and every single well in Malacca. Let’s not forget Mrs Heng’s interesting find of &lt;strong&gt;Portuguese pickles&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school visit on the second day was wonderful. I admit that it wasn’t really the content that was captivating because I would suppose that us being citizens of ‘multi-racial Singapore’, we would have at least some prior knowledge of Malay culture. Okay, I still don’t know the names of the traditional Malay music instruments, nor do I know how to weave ketupat but I have eaten Kueh Bahulu and played Hopscotch before. Don’t get me wrong, Malay culture is definitely rich and interesting to learn about, but I think the students were the reason why the visit was enjoyable. They were very cordial and hospitable and were usually the ones to strike up polite conversation with us, who were relatively shyer (to put it harshly, aloof). The rest of the day &lt;strong&gt;primarily&lt;/strong&gt; consisted of a Peranakan museum, walking in the rain and many pineapple tarts. (Note: pineapple tarts were a primary aspect of the second day; you’d never believe how pineapple tarts can make people so agitated.&lt;strong&gt; Queues + food = distress&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was a kampong visit. Batik painting was lovely; then it rained and became extremely humid and warm. Thus Kampong walk wasn’t all that enjoyable. At the A Famosa at the Dutch square, it rained again. We risked our lives walking down the slippery stairs of the hill. Headed home; stopped at a store at Yong Peng to buy Malaysian snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trip was good; I safely say that Malacca definitely enriched us. Whether or not this enriching was done in our tummies (look, 2 nights of cendol isn’t going to go well with the weighing scale) or brains, we gained something, so yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, Raving Rabbids 2 on Wii is super fun. &lt;br /&gt;Another random fact for the day: I actually looked up some&amp;nbsp;Korean songs and learn their dance, however not because I've turned into some gushing fan-girl of Korean men/boys (hey I stay strictly girl group okay). Fun to try and dance, I thought I would expose myself to some Korean pop culture that everyone is ga-ga about nowadays. More about new experiences, I was actually tempted to borrow Twilight from the national library when I saw in on the shelf recently but eventually decided against it. Perhaps walking out from the library with Twilight in hand was too much of a drawback for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2973319682463188643?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2973319682463188643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2973319682463188643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2973319682463188643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2973319682463188643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-to-buy-that-you-want-some-or.html' title='I&apos;m going to buy that- you want some or not?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-5006854022335275217</id><published>2009-11-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:35:47.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要吐的时候，是没有人可以阻止我的！</title><content type='html'>Dance + half-batch lunch + screwed HP interview = yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour of packing in the morning + watching funny videos on YT + changing blogskin + doing holiday homework = today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find one that looked like an (almost) exact replica of livejournal because I like livejournal but would never bother to change. And I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished packing in an hour. This abolishes the misconception that packing is like some big thing that must be started five days before the actual trip. My mother usually starts packing about 3 hours before she’s due at the airport. I just scavenge around and see if any random objects can make up for/replace those that I lack. Train your adaptability and scavenging skills by packing last minute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored, I even did the unthinkable: start on holiday homework. So I’ve already finished the LA EOY composition 2nd draft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/So-4roxht54&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/So-4roxht54&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is damn hilarious. Watch only if you understand Cantonese. &lt;br /&gt;‘When I want to puke, no one can stop me!’ (LOVE THE FAIRY GODMOTHER’s DUBBING!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5006854022335275217?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5006854022335275217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5006854022335275217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5006854022335275217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5006854022335275217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_10.html' title='我要吐的时候，是没有人可以阻止我的！'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8339334550029446366</id><published>2009-11-08T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:37:42.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck papayas.</title><content type='html'>*This post is full of insecurities as it seems. I spot many ‘perhaps’ and ‘maybes’. (Or variations that thereof) &lt;br /&gt;The humanities program interview looks like some freaky scary shit. I’m actually really keen to get myself immersed into this freaky shit; keener than I thought I really was. I am effectively throwing myself into Slaughterhouse 2010 because it looks genuinely stressful but perhaps I do want to be slaughtered, chopped up and peppered. It looks scarily competitive but I might just thrive on competition. I promise to work doubly hard next year if I get in, really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m anti-papaya, especially those that have really thick skin. Trust me, this is not random. I am by no means a random person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I want to get in. That’s all. Perhaps I’m being pretentious (maybe even ostentatious since I mention HP); maybe I wouldn’t be able to cope and I’m over-ambitious. Maybe, but why not give it a shot? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to Malacca trip; I might actually be looking forward to it. Perhaps I do really fear/dread parting with 206. I would be the last person on earth to be described as ‘sentimental’ but I hate new experiences, because I’m far from being intrepid. Out with the old and in with the new? Not really. Not intrepid, but insipid. I’m boring and I like routine. And the key factor that proves my insipidity is that I don’t shop! How can one be interesting if one does not master the art of shopping? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming twice in two days. I might be getting tan. I might be getting fitter. I might be turning into a prune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boring thing I did this weekend was to implement my upgrade from Young Adult fiction to Adult. Come on, I picked up a decent looking book in the Young Adult section today. It struck me that Hipchip Pomunk was reading it. I was momentarily paralysed. I can’t be reading the same books as my dearest Hippo-Chipmunk mutation! Let’s just say she’s not the smartest kid in town; with no offence meant. (No, actually the previous sentence is practically dripping with offensive undertones) So I proceeded to the Adult section. Nope, I don’t read sappy romance stories or science fiction. So interestingly enough, I actually took a little peek in the Literature section. It didn’t look all that hard. Not really. A book of Jodie Picoult standard (although I would never read her books; with all due respect to the author and her readers) is considered as Literature so I think I might qualify as a reader of literature. (but then again, isn’t everyone technically one?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was damn boring. If you had successfully worked your way through the musings pertaining to my reading habits, I think you must have consumed too much caffeine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me I’m humorous. &lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tomorrow; because I want to be in the last class next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8339334550029446366?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8339334550029446366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8339334550029446366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8339334550029446366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8339334550029446366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-papayas.html' title='Fuck papayas.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-5777821858218781261</id><published>2009-11-06T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:07:23.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departures.</title><content type='html'>I have shelved (both literally and not) the idea of reading Hannibal. I’ve tried reading Pride and Prejudice but it’s really boring to me. In fact, I would include it on my Top 10 Boring Books list, right up there with Hannibal and The Hobbit. Perhaps I’m suitable for neither grandiloquence nor literature classics. Pride and Prejudice and The Hobbit are both. Twilight, for instance, might classify as prolixity (this claim has been made by netizens, a friend and myself), along with Hannibal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school and it was full of separations and leaving. &lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up the classroom; it practically gleams now. Level closure was totally ruined by the Sec 1s because they took an extra 20 minutes from our time and used it to walk out &lt;u&gt;leisurely&lt;/u&gt; from the auditorium in single file. Thus, half of the cohort (including 206) did not get a chance to present their/our picture montage to our batch. I don’t even see why the Sec 1s required such a lengthy level closure; it’s not as if they’re changing classes next year. &lt;em&gt;Is that what they want; or the separating seniors to be unable to have a proper closure to their years together?&lt;/em&gt; I am once again exaggerating (perhaps that is my forte) but I don’t think it’s really fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report books were nothing new; however I did look forward to them because mark sheets are not official documents. And of course, I wanted to find out if teachers managed to spell my name correctly in their remarks (which they eventually did). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;206 is separating; Ms Yap/Mdm Yick are too leaving the school (along with a few other teachers). Perhaps I will miss 206 after all. 2 years, while not a particularly long duration of time, it has been reasonably enjoyable and I wish everyone good luck in their future endeavours. (God I do hate the word ‘endeavour’. It is very much overused, but I am unable to find a suitable replacement without consulting dictionaries or such.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Goodbye 206&lt;/span&gt;, I might miss all of you. (okay no, I will probably miss all of you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Goodbye Ms Yap&lt;/span&gt;, our pinky principal. One must differentiate between optimism and ignorance. But I safely assure you that Ms Yap belongs to the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;Goodbye Mdm Yick&lt;/span&gt;, 106’s favourite LA teacher. Mdm Yick may not be the brightest teacher (she usually doesn’t catch on to jokes quickly) nor most efficient but I think she’s relatively friendly. Furthermore, everyone would agree with me that she had sufficiently prepared us for Mrs Heng, whom we faced this year. I mean, we had a rough expectation of the teacher, didn’t we? We weren’t too shocked by Mrs Heng, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;Goodbye Mrs Heng&lt;/span&gt;, we thoroughly enjoyed your many stories/recollections of past girls’ mischief throughout the year and we feel very sorry for your recent loss. I look forward to our last minute bonding in Malacca.&amp;nbsp;We hope that you will continue with your 206/202 legacy so that we can come back and say, &lt;em&gt;“Mrs Heng, you’re teaching 206 again!”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodbyes are too sorrowful and touching. &lt;br /&gt;I assure you that these paragraphs are completely devoid of the usual sarcasm. (Wait, is this counted as an oxymoron?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make the last sentence funny. I probably failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5777821858218781261?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5777821858218781261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5777821858218781261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5777821858218781261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5777821858218781261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/departures.html' title='Departures.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7318339606068691398</id><published>2009-11-04T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:46:01.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SvFMyvmOlqI/AAAAAAAAARg/5JshEm1rXog/s1600-h/How+to+tell+if+the+pantyhose+is_too+thick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SvFMyvmOlqI/AAAAAAAAARg/5JshEm1rXog/s320/How+to+tell+if+the+pantyhose+is_too+thick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How to tell if your pantyhose/stockings are too thick. It would be slightly funny if this were to happen tomorrow. *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am exhausted and pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs K, I am surprised at your inclination towards bitchiness because you usually have an obnoxiously cheerful disposition. With reference to the sine cera / without wax etymology, you are about the waxiest person I’ve seen around here. You are extremely proficient at sidling up to people and acting fake. In fact, you have got to be the best suck-up bitch I have ever seen. You should be knighted, seriously.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*By no means is the subject matter here a teacher, despite the usage of ‘Mrs’. It is rather a pretty and flattering nickname for a not-so beautiful person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m probably a pot because I just called the kettle black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I FOA-ed today. Although it may not look like it, flailing and thrashing around on the floor is extremely tiring. It drains you out and nothing, not even air-con can re-invigorate you. Miraculously, our timing was better today. Though the common source of comments may be slightly biased due to pre-existing personal relationships, I guess the dance was okay (or even maybe scary), albeit the messiness. This would have sparked off another bout of I-hate-the-hall complaints but I shall not bore the few readers I have any further. Other acts were great and I still think the Chinese dance song is catchy, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Museum trip was very boring, even with a relatively friendly (yet long-winded) French lady with a thick accent (Welcome to ze National Museum) as our volunteer guide. Pictures can speak a thousand words, there’s no need to provide superfluous explanations. And once again, I can’t survive without complaining for a day so I whined about the distance from National Museum to home compared to the distance from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOA tomorrow again; second last day of school. Time flies and I don’t even know what to do to entertain myself during the holidays. I feel bored now; what would become of me when the holidays arrive? &lt;br /&gt;*Pathetic would be an apt word to describe myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7318339606068691398?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7318339606068691398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7318339606068691398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7318339606068691398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7318339606068691398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/dogma.html' title='Dogma'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SvFMyvmOlqI/AAAAAAAAARg/5JshEm1rXog/s72-c/How+to+tell+if+the+pantyhose+is_too+thick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-5180127656657282153</id><published>2009-11-03T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:40:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOA4FOA</title><content type='html'>Sentosa trip and FOA rehearsal today; both were horrid. &lt;br /&gt;Sentosa trip left you sandy (I think we might have brought back at least half of the beach in our shoes), uncomfortably sticky and tired. Of course, our teachers are not crazy; they know that it’s perfectly acceptable to allow about 400 + girls to make sandcastles in the torrid midday sun in the middle of Palawan Beach which has no visible traces of shade. Forget about breezy relaxing beaches, Singapore has only to offer disgusting ones. I applaud the organising classes for their effort put in to try let everyone have a good time; they did really well, but there’s no way I’d enjoy myself at a Singaporean beach in the afternoon. Singapore has freakish weather; it’s disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was an extremely long wait for FOA rehearsal to start; so we played cards, learnt the ‘Tell Me’ dance, ate and watched YouTube. Finally, it was time to change and we proceeded to the hall. If the rooftop hall didn’t have never-drying paint (really, the paint on the wall never dries; you can’t even ‘watch the paint dry on the wall’), the hall would probably usurp its position of the most dreaded place in NY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the embarrassment of wearing stockings on your head and facing about the entire school, the rehearsal was quite messy I think. And this shall all be blamed on the stupid hall. I know my constant and incessant ramblings/rants about the substandard venue of FOA may cause my posts to become trite but I will not stop until FOA is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned before, the acoustics are bad. EH THE AUDIENCE CANNOT HEAR THE MUSIC LAH! The stage is small. There is no space at all and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this inhibits our performance quality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Our movements cannot be as big; the lack of space may distract us and cause us to be less immersed (direct translation from Mandarin) in the dance because of safety issues; this affects the music timing because since we don’t take as big movements, we take a quicker time to move from one point to another. This effectively screws up our timing. Can we perform on the floor too? Plus we have to do all this with a stocking on our head (by no means am I directing this at the choreography/costume but come on, we’re teenagers. We’ve low confidence at this turbulent period of growth!) Yeah I’m probably the Complain Queen of NYMD but after watching the FOA rehearsals of other CCA groups (all were wonderful), I can safely declare that the school is shortchanging us. (haha) We’ve strived so hard to gain a good award grade for SYF for the school, to boost and maintain the school’s reputation as a possessor of an all-round education system and this is the kind of venue they provide us with. I’m also really pro at exaggerating too, I think but it’s the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow will be exciting. LOA from assembly whoo; hopefully timing will be fine and let the zombies (and one girl) prevail :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5180127656657282153?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5180127656657282153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5180127656657282153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5180127656657282153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5180127656657282153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/loa4foa.html' title='LOA4FOA'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8916951145146736960</id><published>2009-11-02T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:43:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怪胎</title><content type='html'>Hello, today was a really stupid day because we had to go to school, basically for the sake of going. It was disorganised because we had pockets of time in between activities which were basically a huge waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the checking of overall marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts: A1&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese: A2&lt;br /&gt;Humanities: A1&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Mathematics: A1 (WHOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;Sciences: A1&lt;br /&gt;MSG: 1.17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I tell you; don't underestimate my math prowess okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skit after recess was about the worst skit I've ever watched. It was dreadful and painful to hear and watch. The actors were using Singlish like it was cool. What, were they trying to establish a connection with the audience and make the event more light-hearted? Those performances that use excessive Singlish always make excuses like these.What, are we imbeciles that are unable to communicate in proper English? If you are able to speak in a way that people can actually understand you, why do you purposely degrade yourself? Singlish can be inserted here and there for humour, but not totally 'infused' into the script. I demand better standards from our Health Promotion Board, if they are going to force students to sit through substandard 'beneficial and educational' skits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIA talk by seniors, very cold and slightly boring but I did pay attention for the more interesting subjects like IH and Geography. Math was horrid but it's okay since the Sec 4 also didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was great; I felt a sense of relief because it was the only thing that was well-organised throughout the day. HePing now consists of 30+ zombies writhing all over the place (watch for them, they're scary!) and one poor and lonely girl who seems to be the only sane person around. You know what, this dance is starting to feel a lot like the movie I Am Legend (and other The-Last-Man-On-Earth movies) Then discussed Dance Night 2010. Interesting fusion of styles from all over the world. I think it will be superb :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going for level outing and we will all turn into sweaty dirty pigs*. However, there is still FOA rehearsal at the bloody hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But still, cute. (HA!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8916951145146736960?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8916951145146736960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8916951145146736960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8916951145146736960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8916951145146736960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_02.html' title='怪胎'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3426854484256084547</id><published>2009-10-27T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:08:04.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoicism</title><content type='html'>So, today was The Return of The Language Arts, History &amp;amp; Science Papers. History and Language Arts were a total disappointment, they were &lt;i&gt;abysmal&lt;/i&gt; (hell, I know that word too anyways) and absolutely unsatisfactory. To think I was relatively confident about these two subjects; I was feeling, you could even say, chagrined when the papers came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think the LA results reflect on the amount of preparation we’ve done, I really do. Unseen Prose was decent, not amazing but acceptable because we’ve done a lot of proses and poetry throughout the year. Composition was also satisfactory because it doesn’t take a lot of skills and preparation to write one, the emphasis is actually more on expression and narration. And now we come to Comprehension + Vocabulary and Summary. It was atrocious. I wonder if it’s just my class and if it is, allow me to kick start the annual post-EOY clobbering. IT WAS HORRIBLE. And like always, teachers seem to enjoy awarding one or two marks from another grade and make you feel all gutted (hey I learnt this word from a UK obstacle course game show. Obstacle courses are educational!) about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History ‘contained’ extremely strict marking. It’s not like my history has been particularly exceptional but seriously, I had higher expectations. That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was the lone high point of the day. This makes me re-consider Triple Science because hmm why is my physics better than my LA and History? But the thought of dropping physics is so gratifying. Hey maybe if a miracle happens and my math mark skyrockets, I shall go apply for math and science talent program and compete with people who are genuinely interested. I MIGHT JUST BE ELIGIBLE! It’s possible you know. Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall write all willy-nilly (I learnt this word from a toddler called Aubrey on YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannibal, albeit its rave reviews, is actually slightly boring and tedious to read, due to its voluminous beginning, added to provide some background to the story from The Silence of the Lambs. Therefore, I went to the back and read the controversial ending which had a lot of Lecter, so that was interesting. However, I do hope that I will succeed in my quest to fully devour Hannibal, no pun intended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIzYu926I_Y"&gt;Breakin'Dishes (Jazz dance)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they’re amazing. Watch if you dance! They're amateur dancers can you believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a ‘humorous/endearing’ introduction to the upcoming &lt;i&gt;prestigious&lt;/i&gt; Festival of Arts. Because of my ever-existent negativity, I just thought it was campy. Anyway, there was all this promotion of FOA, how it was an important event for the school and blah blah blah. ‘There will be this this this CCA performing…in the wonderful, grand, beautiful…HALL!” Yeah, talk about prestige. I know the school is trying to make up for the H1N1-FOA thing in June but if you’re going to do it, do it properly. The hall is a substandard, shitty venue to contain prestige and importance. I think the auditorium contains them fabulously; the hall has never possessed grandeur anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other willy-nilly issues to bring up…hmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. Today we were told that ‘mannerisms’ is not a word. Since when was it not a word anyway? How come I can find it &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/mannerisms"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/mannerism"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/mannerism"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall try to maintain a stoic expression throughout the day, in case grief tries to choke me up when I received Geography (bleh), Chinese (double bleh) and Math (hell). Bye bye, my Math A1 awaits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3426854484256084547?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3426854484256084547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3426854484256084547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3426854484256084547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3426854484256084547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/stoicism.html' title='Stoicism'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-4311745699622539321</id><published>2009-10-23T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:08:33.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the clown with the tear-away face,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;ISTJs are often called inspectors. They have a keen sense of right and wrong, especially in their area of interest and/or responsibility. They are noted for devotion to duty. ISTJs are very loyal, faithful, and dependable. They place great importance on honesty and integrity. They are "good citizens" who can be depended on to do the right thing for their families and communities. At work, ISTJs get things done on a timely basis. They honor deadlines, and they believe in thoroughness. A half-finished job is not a job well done. They established procedures and schedules, and are uncomfortable with those who do not do the same. While they generally take things very seriously, they also usually have an offbeat sense of humor and can be a lot of fun - especially at family or work-related gatherings. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took three different kinds of Myers-Briggs Type Indicator based quizzes (yes that's how bored I am) and all results turned out to be ISTJ. Oh well I like the offbeat sense of humour part. I like to think that I'm funny although most of the time I'm probably not. The name Hilary derives from the word hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama for the past two days seemed to be a complete waste of time but I attended both sessions (except for dance in the morning); about half the class went yesterday and one-fourths today. Therefore, we had a serious lack of crew and the Theatre Club people were pretty much exasperated and annoyed with us; they even gave us 15 minutes more to sort out because they could foresee that we would just screw up on the actual day and decided to let us use the stage for a while more. That's how bad we were, gosh and it's not even anyone's fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance today was quite fun because LIUlaoshi didn't really focus much on HePing but more on 'restoring' our technique and teaching new combinations, which were primarily flowy; I like. But HePing is like really messy now without seniors and there're a lot of issues with props and partners. Oh no where's all our glittery paper now anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an annoying echo in the hall. (this is bad for dance which requires music and even worse for music performances) The hall's stage is &lt;i&gt;delightfully sticky&lt;/i&gt; too bad it's not a confectionary. We'll be rolling and twisting around on that very stage, too. The hall gives out an informal, don't-need-to-pay-attention kind of vibe like Chinese New Year/Teachers' Day kind of celebrations. I think FOA was originally scheduled to be held in the auditorium. The auditorium, albeit its size, exudes grandeur and elegance. Okay I may be exaggerating but the atmosphere is undeniably so much more desirable. If they can book it for DramaFest, councillor activities at the beginning of the year and stupid things like speeches, why can't it be booked for FOA? DramaFest may be important to the theatre club, some councillors ceremony may be important to the different school leaders, speeches may be &lt;i&gt;deemed&lt;/i&gt; important for both staff and students. And FOA, where people from the performing arts CCAs get to showcase their talents (okay maybe hobbies lah) and it's something we enjoy. Then they give us some substandard performing venue just so that the whole school can watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look maybe I just have a prejudice against places without air-conditioning after spending too much time in the rooftop hall (the hall is worse than the rooftop version of it, in fact). The weather is disgusting; didn't you know that over-humidity is fatal? I bet no one has ever seen me &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; passionate about dance before but the issue here isn't really about dance; but more my detestment towards the halls, rooftop or not. Poor Sec 3s have to take their exams in the freaking hall, if this happens next year I demand an explanation for such decisions! Even in classrooms with 6 ceiling fans, we have invigilators fanning themselves with any scrap of paper they can land their hands on and now it is announced that students are forced to take exams in the unforgiving heat of the hall? The environment affects the results, in case our school of experienced educators didn't know. The school probably has its reasons but whatever. I just like writing about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I watched two entire playlists worth of Happy Tree Friends and continued reading the plots of various horror movies, which was what kept me entertained yesterday. I even ventured into watching the trailers of old horror/suspense flicks (like those 1970s-80s ones) because the older ones are less realistic = less freaky. And now I listened to the soundtrack of The Nightmare Before Christmas. Okay fine that is not a horror flick but still, the ghoulish theme remains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to the study and took out Hannibal right under my father's nose but yeah he doesn't mind. Yay something else to read besides Harry Potter. Going to scare myself silly this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to restore the Hall of Slackers to conclude the year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4311745699622539321?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4311745699622539321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4311745699622539321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4311745699622539321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4311745699622539321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-clown-with-tear-away-face_23.html' title='I am the clown with the tear-away face,'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8816759473348028480</id><published>2009-10-21T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:10:36.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Think Creatively &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain works best when you let your intuition be your guide. You like to imagine, speculate, and fantasize. You have fun playing with ideas. You are interested in theories. You enjoy studying and developing them. You are drawn toward art, philosophy, and even math. Almost every subject is interesting to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A quiz I took about how I think. I wish math was interesting and fun instead of being baffling, vexing, annoying and horribly abstract to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the time of this post, it’s in the evening. I was slightly hesitant to upload this post today because it’s a bit pathetic to be posting in the afternoon of the day where your final exams are over. But I went out okay; I did! I just came back early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Math Paper 1 wasn’t all that difficult! Like seriously, I actually had time to check my work and discover careless mistakes; which means that the average student probably finished in half of the time allocated; which, in turn, implies that the above-average students (eg. those geared towards Math and Science Talent Programme) probably completed the paper in half an hour. But I don’t really care because I finished the paper without blanks and relatively confidently so WOOOHOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama briefing about lights, sound, stage and box dimensions. Happy Tree Friends episode “Class Act” was shown, eliciting many gasps and covering of eyes. I think we were probably distressed and perturbed to the fact that there are actually people out there who would want to cause such disturbing and cruel things to happen to the cute animations of rabbits and squirrels. Call me sadistic but I personally think it’s funny and I’ve watched an entire list of the HTP series during the June holidays. It’s so unrealistic; the goriness isn’t even disgusting anymore. Blood doesn’t spill out of you like that. And in the HTP series, this episode would be one of the milder ones really. Someone screen Hannibal and blow all our brains out (quite literally). &lt;i&gt;Go see the brain scene(s); it’s disgustingly fascinating and not too gross because the props look unrealistic. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shopping” is exhausting and extremely boring. I don’t know about other girls of my age but my attempt at shopping just turned out to be dragging one’s feet around vapidly around the “hottest malls in town” and the occasional fascination-cum-disgust at gaudy, garish outfits. We covered lunch, Ion, Wisma Atria and Ngee Ann City in 3 hours. And not coincidentally/surprisingly, eating took up the most time; next was sitting down and stoning; escalator-riding probably comes in with a close third. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot more at ease at Kinokuniya than Topshop or something. I guess I’m just not cut out for shopping trips. I’ve been leading a prosaic life for 14 years and have too insipid a personality, causing my disability to appreciate such exhilarating and exciting activities. (woah English overload, I got inspired by someone) I think I dress decently enough though. I think I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama tomorrow; intensive dance for the rest of the marking days but anyway I am sick and tired of going out. (It’s exhausting I tell you) I’d rather plant myself on my nice mesh chair and play lame games and write posts and do quizzes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have been born a boy because I actually harbour such thoughts that probably go against the number one unspoken rule of&amp;nbsp;femininity, regarding shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I use the word ‘probably’ too often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8816759473348028480?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8816759473348028480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8816759473348028480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8816759473348028480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8816759473348028480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/art-of-shopping.html' title='The Art of Shopping.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6636368197007319594</id><published>2009-10-20T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:45:34.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/St14I1L7CbI/AAAAAAAAARY/woQ0X0hLrtg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/St14I1L7CbI/AAAAAAAAARY/woQ0X0hLrtg/s320/untitled.bmp" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End is Near: one more paper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm definitely not changing blogskin anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Today was Science and Geography EOYs. Science was okay I think; I hope. It was moderately hard, and each paper had its fair share of difficult, more in-depth kind of questions but overall I think it was manageable. I’m just comforted by the fact that there weren’t any OMG-what-the-shit-is-this-i-want-to-clobber-ms.y*-now kind of questions now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography; thinking back about it now, I have a feeling that I screwed it up and down, over and out, right and left, northeast to southwest, atom to atom. Yeah, it’s pretty self-explanatory. But people only think like this because we actually have expectations (to the point of lofty) for these subjects, unlike Math which is a subject I personally don’t &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; mind failing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Math Paper 1 left tomorrow before we witness an approaching tidal wave/tsunami of bliss and euphoria that eventually washes over us as boredom. I’m still practicing usage of Chinese 修辞手法, you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather recently has been insufferable. The poor invigilators/students have to resort to fanning themselves faster than a block of 0.4kg that accelerates with a force 40N. (I might miss physics after all, hah!) But seriously, I thought October weather should be cooler than June/July weather but it’s even hotter. Singapore is probably the warmest place in the world that doesn’t have long grasses and baobab trees. We should start planting some Joshua trees, they’d probably survive. I think the water isn’t evaporating anymore because humidity must already be at the saturation point. I bet Raffles didn’t spend his days in Singapore with temperatures of 33 degrees on average (which actually “feel like 44 degrees”), since he was able to rave on and on about Singapore. (What other subjects have I not revised?) No wonder Singapore didn’t need a Resident; no one wanted to come. I’m sitting in front of an electric fan and I feel warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of electric fans, I recently read an article on the delicate relationship between South Koreans and electric fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fan death is a South Korean urban legend which states that an electric fan, if left running overnight in a closed room, can cause the death of those inside (by suffocation, poisoning, or hypothermia). Fans manufactured and sold in Korea are equipped with a timer switch that turns them off after a set number of minutes, which users are frequently urged to set when going to sleep with a fan on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I would be dead by now; I never sleep with air-con. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is Singapore’s worst trait; the second being National Day Parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6636368197007319594?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6636368197007319594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6636368197007319594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6636368197007319594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6636368197007319594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/St14I1L7CbI/AAAAAAAAARY/woQ0X0hLrtg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-288538272190021646</id><published>2009-10-18T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:59:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I want nobody, nobody but you!&lt;/u&gt; I thought it would be funny for the header; so there it is right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three papers left to the end of the end and I've changed the skin thrice because I don't know why, but I'm bored. It's not like I would have&amp;nbsp;spent the time wisely anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone wants to know how I did for Math! I hope I passed but maybe it's just because I'm delusional. Maybe it will turn out to be a castastrophe; and the&amp;nbsp;graceful arms of the prep test will embrace me again. Then I will probably get an another round of the warm&amp;nbsp;showering of remedial sessions next year, lovingly prepared for me.&amp;nbsp;(wait LA's over! I can talk in Singlish now!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was fine, I hope. Chinese was in-between. I think it was quite okay, but then again there's this sinister feeling brewing somewhere in my mind that it wasn't very good. But then again, since when has my Chinese ever been 'good'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get papers back now. Clairvoyance, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shout-out to Ms Yap, our &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; principal: Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-288538272190021646?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/288538272190021646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=288538272190021646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/288538272190021646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/288538272190021646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-end.html' title='The end of the end.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6272412355050472810</id><published>2009-10-14T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:40:25.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH.</title><content type='html'>I realise that I seriously need to &lt;s&gt;revise&lt;/s&gt; MUGMUGMUGMUG history.&lt;br /&gt;I also am in great need of a miracle to pass my math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I went and did Chinese today. Not that I regret that, but I AM IN SERIOUS NEED OF BETTER TIME MANAGEMENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Math + History&amp;nbsp;= 16 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;16 Oct &amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;Utter Chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying, I'm dying i tell you. This is a classic example of an academic-based suicide threat. &lt;br /&gt;What are the chances that the Math Paper 2 will be of the same standard as my remedial worksheet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6272412355050472810?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6272412355050472810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6272412355050472810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6272412355050472810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6272412355050472810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/bah.html' title='BAH.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-648515386109701880</id><published>2009-10-14T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:02:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will cane my kid.</title><content type='html'>I don’t believe in hiatuses, therefore I shall do a daily update to keep my nerves on track during this turbulent and disturbing period known as the EOYs. So Language Arts paper today seemed fine, however as I look back on it, my composition seems to have strayed from the question, the unseen prose seemed to contain trivial and flimsy answers, the comprehension seemed to be have inadequate explanations and summary can be simply, represented with a nice big familiar FAIL. &lt;br /&gt;The comprehension was about Japanese that were rude. Please, if Japanese were rude, Singapore would be full of scurrilous sinners and brusque brats, with vulgarities spewing all over the place, Hokkien or not. It gives me a headache to hear people talking on the bus because our favourite vulgarity, ‘fuck’, is used as frequently as the word ‘the’. Vulgarities are meant to be used subtlety to achieve maximum effect. Inject some colour into your speech but there’s a reason why people dislike neon. (or stripes that are matched with stripes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Wong once again displayed her solicitousness as a teacher and gave everyone personalised notes. Mine was about not giving up, but seriously. Ever since I entered Sec 1, I’d already half given up on Math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese tomorrow, I am at a loss on what to do and how to prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that I will not be able to finish writing a composition AND a 应用文. &lt;br /&gt;I am apprehensive of my Chinese writing skills. &lt;br /&gt;I am a slow&amp;nbsp;(chinese)&amp;nbsp;writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I’m in favour of corporal punishment. &lt;br /&gt;I think that children should be caned. &lt;br /&gt;I will cane my kid in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a perfect example on how I can never have Twitter because I like to write a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-648515386109701880?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/648515386109701880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=648515386109701880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/648515386109701880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/648515386109701880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-cane-my-kid.html' title='I will cane my kid.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7097121606817439753</id><published>2009-10-13T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:50:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting Ominous Yuck</title><content type='html'>I can't find a synonym for torture that starts with Y so I had to reuse 'Yuck'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EOYS START TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;very scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think about EOYs there's a tingling feeling in my hands and feet; the same feeling when the papers come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/StQArzGQAfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/b8UDAfmOCv0/s1600-h/revisionbart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/StQArzGQAfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/b8UDAfmOCv0/s320/revisionbart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did the unthinkable and changed blogskins two days before EOYs but it doesn't matter because I wouldn't have done anything productive during that period of time where I was editing the&amp;nbsp;html code anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual routine before exams: assessing each subject. LA Paper 1 and 2&amp;nbsp;(try to do some of practice that was given to us, that I didn't do and try to catch/grasp the Crouching Summary and Hidden Essay), Chinese writing (revise some phrases maybe, memorise writing formats), Chinese Paper (顺其自然), Math Paper 1 (do sums), History&amp;nbsp;(just mug and mug and mug), Science (mug and practice), Geography (mug and mug and mug), Math Paper 2 (just hope for the best).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT @ 1848:&lt;/strong&gt; The summary practice is total shit. Out of 19 points I got 3 because I didn't totally rephrase. I fail to see any traces of summary in my LA file. Someone locate the specific invisible clock wearing summary please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7097121606817439753?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7097121606817439753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7097121606817439753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7097121606817439753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7097121606817439753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/exhausting-ominous-yuck.html' title='Exhausting Ominous Yuck'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/StQArzGQAfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/b8UDAfmOCv0/s72-c/revisionbart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-5809106639518157797</id><published>2009-10-11T16:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:44:32.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You see how competitive they are?</title><content type='html'>I am feeling more hopeful about Math now. Although I still haven't finished all the remedial worksheets/special sessions and whatnot, I realise that maybe,&amp;nbsp;I can do at least 3/4 of the worksheet easily, so that is good. A pass&amp;nbsp;is in sight, no prep test pretty please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ought to catch up on history because everyone seems to be mugging it but I'm not. I tried writing a LA compo on the "A woman's place is in the home", a topic I thought was relatively easy to develop on but it turned out to be not that easy really. I actually feel nervous for LA because of the hidden summaries, expository/argumentative essay-structure and the ambiguity of the unseen proses/poetry we supposedly have been doing for the whole year. It's the classic story of Crouching Summary, Hidden Essay. Since when were any summary-writing skills imparted to us this year anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Vitamin String Quartet's of pop music,&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/vitaminstringquartet?blend=1&amp;ob=4"target="_blank"&gt;LISTEN TO VSQ ON YOUTUBE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those hip-hop ones because they sound fantastically comical. For all those who only listen to classical music, it's an excuse to hear pop music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5809106639518157797?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5809106639518157797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5809106639518157797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5809106639518157797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5809106639518157797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-see-how-competitive-they-are.html' title='You see how competitive they are?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2092101873734746365</id><published>2009-10-08T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:33:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole group of them, marching to the staffroom! MADNESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Ss2_XCNO_1I/AAAAAAAAARI/EkEADEfYzAo/s1600-h/giraffe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Ss2_XCNO_1I/AAAAAAAAARI/EkEADEfYzAo/s320/giraffe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I might consider doing this for Math; do you think Mrs Wong will fall for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Checking of CA2 marks in the morning; wasted the WHOLE geography period and there goes our last pure geography lesson. Our lessons had been squandered away by bad organization by the school. Why on earth would you plan to check marks on a Thursday morning? Why not PCCG tomorrow? We wasted lesson time, I tell you, it's like undergoing intellectual atrophy. Anyway I am happy because it turns out that I didn't drop from CA1, so hoorah. It's all the stupid Chinese's fault or else I might have even improved. BSP, pffft. If students are good in BSP, by all means, provide ample opportunities for them to develop in this area. Let them excel in a particular area and all that. DON'T BRAINWASH THE OTHER INNOCENT (average) PEOPLE! into participating in a programme that they can't cope with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA2 MSG: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to scrutinise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel sad or particularly stressed. It's more like despair, really, like a deflated balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiot time trials are like some freak paper, I couldn't do like half. So I'm pretty much mentally prepared to fail math. It was a different case for Sec 1, because that's when you're bubbly and full of hope for your exams. I suppose we still retained a little of the primary school mentality, where everyone passes and 70% is really bad. 70% in primary school is met with tears and complaints and contemplations of suicide, such as the ever-favoured, widely used: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die". Now it's different. Anything above 75% is met with "WOOOOOOOO! OMG OMG OMG!!!!" (at least, that was my response for math) Although I achieved the highest marks I ever freaking got for Math in secondary school this year (which by the way, are marks some people would never dream of getting, because its too low), although I would like to think that I improved, it all boils down to the EOY which I probably won't pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got a bad, bad feeling about Math. &lt;br /&gt;Because you know what, I don't want to take another prep test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2092101873734746365?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2092101873734746365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2092101873734746365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2092101873734746365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2092101873734746365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/whole-group-of-them-marching-to.html' title='A whole group of them, marching to the staffroom! MADNESS!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Ss2_XCNO_1I/AAAAAAAAARI/EkEADEfYzAo/s72-c/giraffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-2696535536384591193</id><published>2009-10-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:58:49.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Onerous Yuck.</title><content type='html'>REVISION NOTES: &lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is done! (It'd just better stay in my head)&lt;br /&gt;Physics is done! (Though I'm hopeless at the subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start concentrating on doing past EOY papers from now on for Science subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a little bit of everything day. WILL/MUST start off with more chemistry to make the churning out of chemical formulas as fluid and slippery as graphite's Van de Waals bonds; then do Chinese summary practice; LA compre if I'm hardworking enough; or I will just skip to history Batavia and Bencoolen, Malacca and Penang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SsoIyQR9IfI/AAAAAAAAARA/vEPUQ5gezI4/s1600-h/papsmear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SsoIyQR9IfI/AAAAAAAAARA/vEPUQ5gezI4/s320/papsmear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what happens when you try to study biology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2696535536384591193?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2696535536384591193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2696535536384591193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2696535536384591193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2696535536384591193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/extra-onerous-yuck.html' title='Extra Onerous Yuck.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SsoIyQR9IfI/AAAAAAAAARA/vEPUQ5gezI4/s72-c/papsmear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-6720981632798632118</id><published>2009-10-01T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:13:25.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As you know, I don't really eat sweets.</title><content type='html'>Hello. There’s nothing to write about except &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;12 DAYS TO EOYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really shouldn’t be failing math quizzes now although sadly, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a lot of changes to Dreamweaver site in ICT; Chinese was good, received SIA and it was unexpectedly good although I fared better last year. I liked Chinese because we actually went through stuff instead of reading. Dance was grading time; Math remedial was utter failure. Math itself was really saddening and disheartening and discouraging, as usual. LA was just going through the answers for Vietnam War poetry. (Stones are hard. Rice is soft. They conflict!) Mrs Heng gave everyone Oreos! Mrs Wong gave everyone ice cream coupons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug. Mug. Mug. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit: &lt;/strong&gt;Hooray I finished reading the Chinese stack of notes, complete with annotations and definitions :D yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6720981632798632118?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6720981632798632118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6720981632798632118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6720981632798632118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6720981632798632118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-you-know-i-dont-really-eat-sweets.html' title='As you know, I don&apos;t really eat sweets.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8731328252299687987</id><published>2009-09-30T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:47:07.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarships: oh the irony.</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what to write about for my (almost) daily LA essay practice. What are the recent hot topics, other than Ris Low (who has been mentioned a time too many) and Malaysia’s claim on Straits food (an article has been published in the Californian newspaper about this- under the ‘Weird’ news). Anyway our infamous Miss Singapore World has decided to ‘resign’. Okay, let’s not participate in the Miss World contest until we find a real beauty with brains. I’d rather we stop participating in international beauty contests until we find a real beauty (with brains of course) than send one of sub-standard every year and lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The real post: &lt;/b&gt;Hello, today we had school again, while yesterday was home-learning day. Not very fruitful, but I did do almost all the homework so that I could concentrate on real revision on the subsequent days. Although I was quite determined to do Chemistry yesterday, I only did a little bit of the 2008 BT2 paper because I eventually succumbed to the powers of procrastination and watched two episodes of Total Wipeout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was really slack today. Mrs Wong TPY didn’t come so there were only Physics worksheets to complete; PE was actually relatively fun because we were allowed to do anything we wanted to. So we played badminton, something I hadn’t done since P6. We learnt about the distressing change in our Malacca trip schedule, which elicited an extremely huge response from the class, possibly one of 206’s most united moments ever; 不谋而合; then did role-playing. We got back our Unseen Poetry today but I was told to work harder, ugh. Assembly was the finals of the Interclass Chinese Debate and somehow I think our one-time opponents spoke slower this time! I mean, I was no where close to actually understanding their content but you know, I managed to pick up stuff here and there. As I said before, their Mandarin seemed to be made out of evil Chinese characters flying towards you at rocket speed like bullets, rendering you momentarily stunned/speechless/confused/blown away/bowled over, STUPEFY! No that was random. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am still effectively bullet-proof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8731328252299687987?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8731328252299687987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8731328252299687987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8731328252299687987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8731328252299687987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/scholarships-oh-irony.html' title='Scholarships: oh the irony.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3270041356590896113</id><published>2009-09-28T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:12:52.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people come dressed for a party (like that)</title><content type='html'>Ris Low has done it again. After being attacked relentlessly for her poor grasp of English, it has been revealed that our Miss Singapore World is guilty of credit card fraud. If Singaporeans are against her participation of the Miss World contest just because she can’t speak English well, what would we say when we find out she’s a criminal offender? I just don’t think she’s a good enough representation of Singapore with her past offences and her present diction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have said that Singaporeans should not be ashamed of her because this is what our people sound like. English may not be the primary language of Ris Low and she may be uncomfortable speaking the language, resulting in such an abysmal interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that must be comforting and encouraging to hear, there are areas to be questioned on. Why can’t she speak English fluently? Is she from a foreign country? Has she been deprived from proper education? English is the primary language of Singapore and everyone should be able to speak English at a proper and understandable level. Furthermore, I should think the Miss World question-and-answer segments are conducted in English; I doubt there will be any translators there to help her express her intricate insights and elaborate explanations. If Singapore is going to pride itself on being a bilingual country, are we going to send someone who struggles to give a coherent and comprehensible answer on her fashion sense and style? (Seriously, I bet even Panthera Leo could aptly describe her daily outfits in an acceptable manner, given her incredibly &lt;i&gt;detailed&lt;/i&gt; and colourful outfits) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I said, we hear people talking like she does on trains, at the bus stop and what not. Yes, we don’t speak perfect English all the time, but I believe that many of us &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; speak Standard English without much difficulty, given a formal situation like an interview. If Ris Low speaks like that in an interview, god knows what she’s like when talking to her friends and family. I’m slamming her for her dreadful English (though I’m no LA teacher! haha) though I think the real issue on why Singaporeans hate her so is because of her criminal offences. However, criminal offences are not fun to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the real post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA in the morning was just annotating the 3 passages and attempting the questions, something I had already done at home (or at least one-third of). Science was really bad because I can’t remember the ammonia and acids and bases and hydrogen topics. Art was painting; Chinese was reading; CCT was talking about Malacca trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EOY mood is really setting in; it is stealthily creeping up on us and by the time the truth dawns on us and realization sets in, there aren’t any papers left to take, albeit our strong desire to do it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that wasn’t grammatically incorrect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disregarding the slight grandiloquent and aureate (which are in every sense, bombastic words themselves as well) words above, the EOYs are really approaching and I haven’t started mugging. An ominous sign; this spells trouble. Trouble moves like storm clouds, or rather, cumulonimbus clouds. (I will never get the spelling of this cloud wrong for Geography papers, or I will quite literally devote myself to the pursuit of Cirrus clouds) No, that didn’t make such sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is Home-Learning Day, declared by the school and greatly appreciated by us. I’m going do Science I think, but usually I study what I fancy first or whenever the mood strikes me. Quite sadly and regretfully, the math mood has yet to strike me. I wonder when it ever will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3270041356590896113?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3270041356590896113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3270041356590896113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3270041356590896113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3270041356590896113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-people-come-dressed-for-party-like.html' title='Some people come dressed for a party (like that)'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7741395051272225184</id><published>2009-09-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:39:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! I see something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. EOYs are coming, sadly, and I don’t quite wish to relive the mathematical Cumulonimbus clouds experience from last year. The mushroom/anvil-shaped clouds are approaching, fast but surely. They may leave behind a trail of massive destruction in their wake, rendering us helpless and destitute. Yet, they may be followed by nice and light Cirrus clouds, providing us with endless sunshine and happiness. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SrzHvV1JmFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VhvsqNi9X7Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SrzHvV1JmFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VhvsqNi9X7Y/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On a lighter note, I really like the Ugly Dolls franchise. I bought an Ugly Doll journal for Hipchip Pomunk’s birthday. The Ugly Dolls are simply adorable, they’re not ugly. Their website is super cute also! http://www.uglydolls.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the drama presentation; our group did okay I think. Lighting was fine because Yuxin volunteered to do it for us and the sound (Jane I think) was okay too, albeit being slightly slow. So yay drama is over and we were not selected. Congratulations to 206A (2) for being our DramaFest representatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got back ICAS English yesterday and music project. Wow, the music project was really an unexpectedly good score but Gennie did all the work, seriously. I did practically nothing. ICAS English was fine; normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a failed PCCG lesson in the library because the websites refused to send us emails to re-activate some account which is just plain stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was more Time Trials and finally finished in the time limit, although I skipped one or two questions. Hey but that’s the norm for me. Skipping questions is normal. Considered a sure sign of a screw-up by the average student, I find skipping questions acceptable and it is only if I skip more than 2-3 when I feel slightly worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was just more softball. Science was spent in the classroom without a teacher but I didn’t go the Biology worksheets provided because I wanted to save it. So I did Drama journal. For LA, we had the limited edition tour today because of the glitch in the school special room booking system. Mrs Heng booked the Board Room but it didn’t show on the list. So we headed to the library but all rooms were full. Trooped back to class and that marked the end of the limited edition tour. Chinese was some reading which I actually enjoyed but it left me feeling slightly dazed, somewhat like the feeling after Math remedial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng encourages us to read some expository/argumentative writing for EOY preparation. I don’t want to read, I want to write. So my topic for today is the Malaysian attempt at claiming copyright for Straits delicacies, such as Hainanese Chicken Rice, laksa, ba kut teh and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I’m not sure if Dr. Ng Yen Yen understands what the meaning behind the name Hainanese chicken rice is. Um, HAINANESE chicken rice originated from Hainan Island. Although their versions may be slightly different, it’s origin is, still, from the island, hence, the name. Chicken Rice is also commonly associated with Singapore. Ba Kut Teh is a CHINESE herb soup introduced by CHINESE workers to Malaya/Singapore/Straits area. So, competing with China now, are we? China, one of the world’s longest civilizations, is actually being challenged for its food culture. Are we being serious here? Sure, laksa has Peranakan influences; nasi lemak is definitely Malay but staking a claim on Chinese food is like saying that sushi was from Brazil and roti came from Canada. I mean, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, how are Singapore and Malaysia supposed to live in peace and harmony when even food, has to be copyrighted, claimed, and “hijacked”? We basically share the same culture anyway, so why can’t we let our food be “free”? No one is saying that Malaysian food is bad and that all tourists should only come to Singapore for good food. Our food is relatively regional and has roots from China, Indonesia AND Malaysia etc. We share our food. That’s it. The whole argument here is getting stupid so I will end here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging will commence. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7741395051272225184?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7741395051272225184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7741395051272225184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7741395051272225184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7741395051272225184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-see-something.html' title='Yes! I see something.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SrzHvV1JmFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VhvsqNi9X7Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-1869149589036316901</id><published>2009-09-23T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:34:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics is like Math. Therefore, I don't like Physics.</title><content type='html'>Today was quite slack. It also witnessed The Return of the Physics Papers and more seemingly random mentions of food among fervent declarations of passion. They were in fact, cleverly and subtlety inserted to feed the hungry spirits in (some) of us. The strategies worked, as all mentions of food were met with a slight turn of the lips, followed by a sudden action of looking down, as if to cover one’s gluttony. That seemingly neutral and unaffected face did not managed to mask the growling stomach. &lt;br /&gt;Physics, as I said before, witnessed The Return of the Physics Papers and it turned out okay because the whole class performed rather well. That is good but the paper held some careless mistakes and some lucky guesses. Just one Physics EOY to go and it will be time to wave Physics farewell for the rest of the 2 years in Nanyang, and probably for the rest of my life. Good riddance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT was just more Dreamweaver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In LA, we learnt about our (remaining) classmates’ passions and also their schedules, their coaches/instructors, their diet, whether or not it was compulsory for them to go for trainings, their diet, their idols and their diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was spent listening to CHENlaoshi talk about the senior Chinese dancers’ boyfriends and early BGRs. Once you join NYCD, you will forever be under the wrath of CHENlaoshi’s boyfriend approval interview. I’m just joking okay; to any Chinese dancers that may misunderstand. I suppose it’s just a tendency and habit of hers to be motherly and caring, so it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt that there were to be no more Culture lessons from today onwards. That gives us more time to revise Chinese but we’ll all miss the Culture teacher and his wonderful stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of blogskin; hey I edited it and there’s a significant difference between the original and this one. So I’m getting more HTML-savvy, hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama tomorrow and I want to dress like an office bimbo but I don’t exactly own anything that looks remotely like office wear nor do I own anything bimbo. Maybe I should hijack one of my mother’s old office skirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1869149589036316901?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1869149589036316901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1869149589036316901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1869149589036316901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1869149589036316901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/physics-is-like-math-therefore-i-dont.html' title='Physics is like Math. Therefore, I don&apos;t like Physics.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-5662696850682484487</id><published>2009-09-21T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:26:33.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay-writing Practice.</title><content type='html'>Recently, the winner of Miss Singapore World has once again sparked off the ever-ongoing debate on Singlish. She draws criticism for her poor command of English and her atrocious attempt at being understood. Some people wrote in to newspaper forums and claimed that Singlish should be something that we should be proud of, which I think is absurd and preposterous that people should think this way. &lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I expect Singaporeans to use with the Queen’s English all the time and speak like the British or Americans. However, Singlish is not something to be proud of. I don’t think the Chinese are proud of their Chinese-accented English, neither are the Japanese, Indians, Koreans or people of whatever ethnicity, you get the point. Anyway, I don’t think the Japanese/Chinese/Koreans or whoever can be used as an excuse. The predominant language in such countries are Chinese/Japanese/ Korean etc, however the dominant language here is English. Yes, our National Language is Malay for historical reasons, but almost everyone, if not everyone speaks with English here. So why is it that we have Singlish, if our English is so commonly used? Isn’t that a factor to consider? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Singlish something worth to be proud of? It makes our speech incomprehensible and projects an uneducated, uncouth image of Singapore. It is something we want to shake off and proper English is what we should work towards. Singlish is not something to be preserved and practiced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I do speak Singlish, it is not uncommon to hear ‘lah’, ‘lor’, ‘leh’ and an occasional “WALAO EH!” Heck, I even type Singlish out sometimes, it’s under uncouth ranting. I agree that Singlish is something that cannot be eradicated in a fortnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think that we must learn how to switch from ‘Singlish’ mode to ‘English’ mode. In casual, informal settings like at home, with your family and friends, I think it is okay to speak Singlish and add in the occasional ‘hors’ and whatnot. But one must learn to adapt and be able to make that transition into formal settings. How is it acceptable to speak Singlish in a public interview, during a presentation or in any formal settings? Is this implying that having National Identity is more important than actually being understood? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t mean Singlish is acceptable if everyone is using it. I emphasise that I’m not being elitist because I admit I use Singlish too. But one must make that transition and know when it is acceptable to speak in slang and when is it not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still going to continue with my usual speech patterns anyway. This was just a huge block of crap that I typed out while waiting for my hair to dry last night. Anyway I went to watch the actual video and she wasn’t speaking Singlish, it’s just that she has horrible pronunciation. I am practicing writing for literature next year. Look, blogging is not neccessarily a waste of time! It helps you practice your English-writing skilss and allows you improve in terms of expression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I am procrastinating. Whenever you plan to get yourself into the mugging mode on, let’s say, Friday, it usually only happens next Wednesday, when reality hits you. You are procrastinating because you don’t want to switch on the mugging mode NOW; therefore you give yourself a goal you know you will not achieve. That’s my theory and also something I practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO START WORKING AND MUGGING. NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is round now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5662696850682484487?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5662696850682484487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5662696850682484487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5662696850682484487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5662696850682484487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/essay-writing-practice.html' title='Essay-writing Practice.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-804134753283220594</id><published>2009-09-18T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:14:19.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Subjects.</title><content type='html'>Hello, today was slightly boring. Submitted Subject Option form, finally decided and am quite pleased about final choices although I'm still not entirely convinced that it's the best choice. Maybe even a slightly ambitious choice, but seniors and teachers emphasised interest right. I don't think I am very talented in that field but neither do I think (or at least, I hope) it's not a preposterous, absurd choice that elicits incredulous responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had PCCG first, about The Marshmallow Test. I thought the conclusions derived from the test were quite obvious anyhow, so I don't really see the big deal in the experiment. Like this sentence I saw when I Googled “why people don't recycle” in preparation for today's chinese composition: &lt;i&gt;“The more people know about recycling, the more they will recycle. Research has proven that people who do not know about recycle tend to recycle less.” &lt;/i&gt; Sadly, you need research to come to such a conclusion. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was spent doing compositions; Science was extremely fruitful, useful and productive. I think what we learnt about Inheritance today was more than was &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; taught by our former teacher, my god. Not that it takes a lot to surpass that, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was horrible because timed trials are bad. I think I can barely pass the timed trial, let alone get a decent mark. Decent for me can range from B4 to high B3. Anything from A2 and up for EOY, I will scream my head off like I got full marks, while some people shed tears because they didn't get 90% or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was spent running around the Aesthetics department waiting for Mrs Ho, then running to the dance studio before leaving again. Finally caught Mrs Ho and passed thumb drive to her, a bit embarrassing because you'd have to open the folder 'Slack Subjects' before you get to the folder called 'Music'. I conveniently omitted the word 'Slack' when I told her which folder it was in. We shouldn't agitate pregnant women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was revision; LA was more 'My Passion' talk but the computer promptly decided to stop functioning before the 2nd speaker even started. We still have half the class (or more) to cover and listen to and EOYs are in 27 days. Hookah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Sec 4 farewell party today at Conference Room C, ahem. Sec 2's food went quite well because the amount of food was just nice I think, there wasn't any annoying excess nor did we have anyone starved. Batch performance elicited positive response such as cheers etc. but I think that's just because it's a Mr Raj dance and the Sec 4s have an undeniable attachment to the Raj style. There wasn't enough space anyway. Bye-bye Sec 4s :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated Hipchip Pomunk's birthday although there's actually one week to the actual date but her friends came over and the birthday cake was a shark. A chocolate shark with multi-coloured clownfish gummies around it. Extremely cream-based, perfect way to get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food and obesity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; The Chocolate Test.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“XXX, we have one chocolate here. I'm going to put it on this bench and leave for 15 minutes. If you resist the temptation to consume it, I will give you 5 more. There will be 6 chocolates on the bench then. If you can control your impulsivity and still not stuff them into your mouth, I will give you 14 more chocolates. You will have 20 chocolates then.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-15 minutes later- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is around. XXX got cheated. XXX didn't even received a single piece of chocolate. XXX decides to come with a stripy headband, stripy shirt, stripy bra, stripy pants, stripy underwear, stripy socks and shoes, along with matching stripy earrings. The greatest change of all, however, comes from the shocking change in XXX's trademark hair. She dyed her hair black and white! Everyone is shocked. XXX is in a foul mood. Not even mango pudding and cheese can cheer her up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-804134753283220594?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/804134753283220594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=804134753283220594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/804134753283220594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/804134753283220594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/slack-subjects.html' title='Slack Subjects.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7090215234938698595</id><published>2009-09-17T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:17:31.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripes.</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine. We had ICT in the morning, Dreamweaver and curriculum vitae; Chinese was just basically revision; dance was normal and good; white space was very white; we did timed trial for math which was a déjà vu moment from sec 1. I think I am too embarrassed to submit that paper to Mrs Wong anyway. I actually got to the last question when she said stop writing but I skipped a whole lot more, haha. Language Arts was good, we continued with the presentations and there was no fussing over whether we were side-facing the presenter or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense concentration is required to analyse food/desserts. The eyes must be fixed on the screen, with the body twitching occasionally and the mouth moving uncomfortably, add a growl for extra effect! From the stomach of course, humans can’t growl, can they? Only animals can, like those from the cat family for example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Math remedial and thank goodness I did because I think I should really be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we might get back Physics tomorrow but I need to mourn my physics paper’s death. It was brutally tormented by my obviously-wrong-but-just-write-down-lah answers, ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good news :&lt;/b&gt; My circle of subject combinations has been narrowed down to a faded line. One side is faded; I’m not very sure if I want to go for it. Also, it is fading rapidly, the more I think about it. So at least I’ve discarded one choice completely and the other is being pushed off my consideration list with every second past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad news : &lt;/b&gt;The option form is due tomorrow. I foresee a dilemmatic situation tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Decisive is my middle name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7090215234938698595?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7090215234938698595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7090215234938698595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7090215234938698595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7090215234938698595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/stripes.html' title='Stripes.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-789138276387337648</id><published>2009-09-15T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:11:15.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name an expert at the Geography of Food.</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I’m not too nervous or worried for Physics block test tomorrow; I don’t know why because I should be. The LMS answers are messed up and there are questions that I don’t know how to do in the 2008 Block Test 1 so that is really sad. Maybe this is why my potential energy is higher for HP/Double Science today because the word Physics haunts me and I feel sick thinking about electric power especially. Electric Power messes up the SI units of time and power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rambling. I’ve realized that I always do that nowadays. For the reference height, I mean, post, look at the post before this. I wrote that huge chunk of words in less than 5 minutes, I’m sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck for my passion talk tomorrow. There is a 0.5% chance it will reach me but if it miraculously does, improvisational skills always come in handy. Modern dancers have got sufficient training with improvisation and quick thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;: You know what, actually I'm quite nervous now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-789138276387337648?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/789138276387337648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=789138276387337648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/789138276387337648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/789138276387337648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/name-expert-at-geography-of-food.html' title='Name an expert at the Geography of Food.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6330965527076466181</id><published>2009-09-14T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:37:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all Science students in the end.</title><content type='html'>I’m going to type in a huge block today because I am confused and I don’t know what to choose and the deadline is coming soon and I have no idea what I want to choose for Sec 3 subjects. Subject combination is very confusing and I don’t know where I’m leaning towards because my gravitational potential energy seems to change everyday. One day I like Humanities Program because everything is “advanced” (literature and humanities) and you’ll be considerably ahead of the rest of the cohort. And I quite like humanities and wordy stuff like literature. But the next day, the thought of having 8 compulsory subjects scares me and I start to think that the program is really for the elite students, like those who read Shakespeare for fun or something. The animal instinct is to run to safety; thus I lean towards Triple Science because that’s safe and stable and no one goes wrong taking Triple Science. Then I start to think that Triple Science will be very vigorous and the learning curve is very steep because of the 3 concurrent science subjects. Can you imagine the quizzes? So I’m afraid of the stress and I’m not a very Physics/number person anyways (which is actually a severe understatement), so maybe I should drop Physics. This makes me lean towards the Double Science curriculum, where I could take Literature or History or Geography (I like all of them, though. It would be hard choosing one to study, too.) Then I start to think that if I’m taking Double Science, I might as well grit my teeth and go for the Humanities Program since the subjects are almost the same except for compulsory Advanced Literature. The cycle starts again. And actually I was dead sure that I wouldn’t take up BSP or CLEP because I would be lucky if I could get into CC Tier 2 but today LIlaoshi talked about BSP and she said it would be a waste not to try because there’s no harm in trying. At the very most, you don’t get accepted and get into CC. Yes, but what if you get accepted? Then the Chinese exams will kill me and I’d just fail Chinese. Anyway she successfully brainwashed me into considering BSP but I’ve never had much interest in Chinese although the content of the curriculum sounds quite interesting so hopefully, I can tick that NO option for BSP/CLEP soon. One thing is for sure, Math and Science Program is out. It was never on the list for consideration. &lt;strong&gt;200th post!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6330965527076466181?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6330965527076466181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6330965527076466181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6330965527076466181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6330965527076466181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-all-science-students-in-end.html' title='We&apos;re all Science students in the end.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-1444563726547096478</id><published>2009-09-13T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:27:41.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't want to pee alone!"</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday’s &lt;b&gt;esperanza&lt;/b&gt; was not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can’t remember if I did anything in the morning, but I doubt so because slacker attitude has since taken over me. Anyway, met half the batch at Venezia for lunch, ate creamy mushroom spaghetti and lemon ice cream, cleverly disguised as coconut ice cream :D haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we reported at dance studio and discovered how pretty the costume was. Shihui cut her hair which is very sacrificial and 伟大 on her part because it’s just for one teensy performance like esperanza. &lt;i&gt;Did I hear some complaints when we had to cut our hair for SYF?&lt;/i&gt; haha. The costume is seriously pretty and fitting for the dance, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we ran through the dance a few times, and then reported to the auditorium for spacing/lighting rehearsals. Went back to dance studio, put make up, Karyan and I tried to experiment with our own colours for eye shadow again but failed because it was too light and unnoticeable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologise is a sad and solemn (it can be otherwise classified under the extremely broad category of “emo”) dance. The new and improved Apologise has little flashes of colour beneath the pretty gray dress which looks gorgeous but the make up, although it’s really pretty, doesn’t really seem to bring out this solemnity. Pink and blue eye shadow reminds me of NYCD’s SYF’09. But it is still looks lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember much about the full dress rehearsal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so went to watch the rehearsals of the other performers, didn’t see 青花瓷 but saw Drama @ ACS, a visually impaired gentleman sing and play the piano and a three-man band from HCI. Next, briefing by student organisers and then chicken rice for dinner, with Karyan and Joanne’s squabbling for entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched up make up, took photographs. We learnt from the incidents at Nanyang Glitters and thankfully, there was no “LIPSTICK! WHERE’S THE LIPSTICK?!” nor was there any tissue-calling incidents pertaining to lipstick. Instead, we put lipstick on peacefully without any chaos, with music playing in the background and a plentiful amount of tissue everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3s gathered all the dancers in a circle and made it known that they were self-proclaimed bad pep-talkers and that there will be considerably less mushy, hair-raising and tear-jerking little speeches from now on. I haven’t got much opinion on that, since I seem to have some sort of problem expressing emotion, happy or sad. Then the Sec 3s introduced some sort of suggestion scheme, a little awkward because it was so tell-all and upfront. &lt;br /&gt;The performance itself was okay I guess. I don’t know why, but I don’t think the energy was all there. Or maybe it’s just me. But we definitely did well enough :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed to watch青花瓷 and the stepsister from drama @ ACS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the holidays and I don’t think I’ve covered the Physics syllabus in-depth enough. And chemistry, biology, history, geography and math (revision booklet) have been left unrevised. Doing homework is not counted as revision here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1444563726547096478?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1444563726547096478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1444563726547096478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1444563726547096478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1444563726547096478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-want-to-pee-alone.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t want to pee alone!&quot;'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3760937019179558398</id><published>2009-09-09T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:40:56.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come see the violence inherent in the system!</title><content type='html'>I would count today as the slackest day of the holidays so far. I did not do anything for the whole morning; I can’t even remember what I did in the first place, I didn’t even wake up remotely late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, only really started work at about 3pm, then got distracted by (ancient) British comedy sketches and ended up watching the whole movie of &lt;b&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;/b&gt;. The film is already 34 years old, it’s a cult classic. It’s the most ridiculous and nonsensical thing ever, but I guess that’s what makes Monty Python. The stupidity is hilarious and the obvious evidence of low budgeting is expertly turned into pure silliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finished Physics until Electric Power but I can’t figure out where to locate a MCB in a consumer unit. I will probably make myself finish the Chinese mock paper tomorrow morning once and for all, and then maybe attempt history paper. And crap, I realise that I’ve got to finish Forces by tomorrow/Friday because Saturday has been reserved for esperanza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re doing Apologise (Singaporean students are really supposed to use British English) for esperanza and firstly, I don’t even know what esperanza is for but this means that I’ve got to skip tuition again, that’s two weeks in a row. First Nanyang Glitters now this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is already Thursday and that’s 6 days to Physics block test; 34 days to start of EOYs, shit. There isn’t a single ounce of information pertaining to Chemistry and Biology in my mind, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Look, you stupid bastard, you’ve got no arms left.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Yes I have.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Look!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“It’s just a flesh wound.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I don’t want to talk to you anymore, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Come see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I’m being repressed!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Bloody peasant.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw him, didn’t you?” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last quote is especially hilarious :D but too bad you’ve got to watch it to understand. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o76WQzVJ434&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o76WQzVJ434&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3760937019179558398?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3760937019179558398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3760937019179558398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3760937019179558398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3760937019179558398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-see-violence-inherent-in-system.html' title='Come see the violence inherent in the system!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3990081668015276973</id><published>2009-09-08T14:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:00:22.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqYAL-srnsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/k-HRocxHPeg/s1600-h/ver4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqYAL-srnsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/k-HRocxHPeg/s320/ver4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/inawhirl_icons" target="blank"&gt;in a whirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’ve noticed that the after-lunch me has a tendency to become idle and lackadaisical. I was mugging Physics before lunch you know, then the after-eating mood sets in and I don’t want to do anymore work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I’ve also noticed that people blog more often when they have spare time, for example during the holidays whereas I think I blog less in the holidays because there’s nothing to blog about. At least on school days I could write about what a particular teacher wore or the atrocities of LoAs. I am not doing anything at home, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wrote the My Passion speech but it sounds/looks dumb and impossibly fake. I also did physics revision, finished Electric Current and Potential Difference, completed Resistance and a bit of Ohm’s Law today, will try to finish until Electric Power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipchip Pomunk&amp;nbsp;has gone all weird and decided to read Harry Potter. At first I thought she wasn't going to last through the 4th book (GoF) but she surprisingly finished it and started on OotP today. Although the rate of reading is a bit slow I am surprised that she actually wants to read. This was the same Hipchip Pomunk that didn't want to read The Chronicles of Narnia and&amp;nbsp;Harry&amp;nbsp;Potter and the Philosopher's Stone&amp;nbsp;because the text was too small. (She has since conquered the latter) whereas I've been relatively hardworking. I think. At least I didn't revert back to Happy Tree Friends or continue my every-holiday Harry Potter revival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I will never watch a complete drama series in my entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3990081668015276973?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3990081668015276973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3990081668015276973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3990081668015276973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3990081668015276973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/irony.html' title='Irony.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqYAL-srnsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/k-HRocxHPeg/s72-c/ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-8456546283361427880</id><published>2009-09-06T22:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:13:14.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straighten and bend; Help me, I'm stuck, I'm stuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, today I actually didn’t do much, except to complete the LIN worksheet and some Math Revision Indices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;b&gt;Nanyang Glitters&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Reporting time at 0830; got changed into costume and Sec 2s and 3s went to for lighting rehearsal. Sec 4s came later; ate lunch; applied make up. The recent make up applications have been vastly different from the first full dress rehearsal. Look, we don’t even want to ask for the specified colours. After experimenting with white base + brown + black + blue + purple, we still couldn’t get the specified colour so there was no choice but to get from seniors. I proceeded to do some Chinese homework. Lipstick frenzy 5 min before the performance resulted in a mad rush for lipstick application backstage and tissue-calling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Matinee performance was definitely not our best; complications arose immediately before and during the performance. NYMD was fawning over Zoe Tay, waving to her as she walked past us backstage. No one gave a hoot about Sherry Tan (陈秀环) , but apparently she was quite popular in the 80s, so we only don’t know her because her appeal isn’t towards our generation. Some batchmates got Zoe Tay’s signature. &lt;/div&gt;Doughnut and Milo (gives us courage!) for tea break, did some more Chinese homework in the dance studio before giving in to the allure of card games, although I only knew how to play one card game beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched up make up; Sec 4s decided to teach the Sec 2s Jerk It Out from the Mr Raj generation. It’s apparent that I have the slowest mind and reaction in NYMD because I can’t get steps fast, although I admit that I wasn’t totally focused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone came in and said, “Zoe Tay is ready for you.” And screams erupted and people rushed for paper and pen and cameras. Somewhere in this frenzy, some people exclaimed, “How about make up? We haven’t put lipstick yet! Make up is more important!” Their concerns were replied with haste, “Zoe Tay is more important!” &lt;i&gt;*I’m not expressing disapproval, I just thought it was funny and totally ridiculous:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqPF_hiWPiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/l533MU4acXk/s1600-h/batch+++zoe+tay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqPF_hiWPiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/l533MU4acXk/s200/batch+%2B+zoe+tay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqS_fOzzj6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ai0M3dSyv7E/s1600-h/batch+++zoe+tay+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqS_fOzzj6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ai0M3dSyv7E/s200/batch+%2B+zoe+tay+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is not the point. The point is that everyone thought we did totally great and were phenomenal maybe only second to the real SYF mood, which is indescribable and incredible. For me, I only thought it was okay until everyone said it was great, so I guess it was great. So the Sec 4s get to end their NYMD journey on a high note and we will really miss them. The Sec 1s (Shihui and Kellyn) also did a wonderful job with the lighting and they sacrificed their whole day for just two lighting jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqPJmVUNhnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b2XQIixKirU/s1600-h/glitters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqPJmVUNhnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b2XQIixKirU/s320/glitters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow will be entirely dedicated to homework, I’m going to complete the Passion speech and do Physics revision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;NYMD BTFABTAO-ed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Photos from: &lt;a href="http://redmugs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://redmugs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8456546283361427880?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8456546283361427880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8456546283361427880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8456546283361427880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8456546283361427880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/straighten-and-bend-help-me-im-stuck-im.html' title='Straighten and bend; Help me, I&apos;m stuck, I&apos;m stuck!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SqPF_hiWPiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/l533MU4acXk/s72-c/batch+%2B+zoe+tay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-5113938122970773047</id><published>2009-09-04T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:30:13.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are just so passionate about chocolate.</title><content type='html'>It is 4th September today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today seemed like a very long day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PCCG&lt;/b&gt; in the morning about the relationship between religion and politics, which I think is very closely related but religious issues, ought to be treated sensitively so I will not write any opinions here. Mrs Wong didn’t come for &lt;b&gt;Math&lt;/b&gt; but we did a Congruency and Similarity re-quiz which I finished using very easy methods. Too easy to be true, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PE&lt;/b&gt; was more softball but our group was slack because Mr Chia didn’t supervise us at all. &lt;b&gt;Physics&lt;/b&gt; was normal, finished syllabus. Some drama briefing took up our entire lunch and left us nonplussed and baffled about why a subject like drama has to be taken this seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LA&lt;/b&gt; contained stripes overload and a funny quote about a particular sweet and sticky kind of sweet/candy. QUOTE OF THE DAY: &lt;em&gt;"What's your passion? Some people have eating as a passion. Some people have eating chocolate as a passion. You know, some people love chocolate so much, they want everything to made out of chocolate." &lt;/em&gt;I was all ready to do my Chinese SIA presentation after Siqi in &lt;b&gt;Chinese&lt;/b&gt; class but LIlaoshi stopped because of time constraints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about upcoming performances (to watch) + playing charades (initiated by LIUlaoshi) + puppet improvisation + mass grading of others’ puppetry skills + Sec 1s run through Apologize + rest of us run through Stalemate + Kelly gives LIUlaoshi the Teachers’ Day present (a personalised cushion) = DANCE. &lt;br /&gt;It was fun enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress Reports were out last night and here’s a comprehensive (or not so) view of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: no comment, surprise, surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mackintosh’s comments are slightly boring, haha. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Wong said I improved yay! But she still thinks my Trigonometry is weak due to the stupid calculator mode that was wrong during the Trigo quiz. IT’S NOT ME, IT’S THE CALCULATOR! &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Wong TPY’s comments were general but she is very kind and generous in giving marks ;) &lt;br /&gt;LIlaoshi thinks that I improved but I don’t think so. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng thinks I talk too softly, hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t quite like the BT2 results because BT1 was better, and everyone seems to have improved for BT2 except me. Although it’s still better than Sec 1 because I think I must have been a major slacker in Sec 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really consider the subject combinations in a comprehensive, exhaustive, in depth way until today’s LA lesson when Mrs Heng was talking about it. So I wrote everything out and Double Science was initially out for me but now its curriculum seems quite okay. And then there’s always that possibility of Triple Science, the safest combination because everyone wants to be a science student. Or maybe Humanities Programme, but it’s really for the elite. BSP is out because I’ve never scored an A1 for Chinese in my one and a half years worth of Chinese tests. Ugh, it’s a dilemmatic situation. Not that it will directly affect your future career unless you want to take up a career that requires some sort of special degree and authorization like engineering, medicine or law. If not you can always study rocket science and go work in a finance company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s Nanyang Glitters and NYMD will hopefully turn pyromaniacal and destructive and violent (an accurate description of the words behind BTFABTAO). I’m bringing revision material because I don’t like my BT2 results so I have to love my EOY results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5113938122970773047?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5113938122970773047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5113938122970773047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5113938122970773047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5113938122970773047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-people-are-just-so-passionate.html' title='Some people are just so passionate about chocolate.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-1857321796900245974</id><published>2009-08-31T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:44:18.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho(mer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Spt1Ajy6PBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EwGeZrf22M8/s1600-h/Homer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Spt1Ajy6PBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EwGeZrf22M8/s320/Homer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The above is not purely just a public display of narcissism; it also marks my first successful attempt at uploading a photo from my phone to the computer. I didn't write it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually ran 2km yesterday without stopping, after much persuasion (and brainwashing) from my mother that I should really go out and exercise. She might have noticed that I've recently transformed into an unfit and flaccid (couch) potato-like being. The fact that I exercised out of PE lessons is astonishing but plausible. What is truly unbelievable was that Hipchip Pomunk (or recently, Baby Gaga) ran without stopping too! Goodness, a Chipmunk-Hippo is as fit as me; what is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Teachers' Day Celebration; we had a class party for 25 minutes. Then it was the celebration concert which was okay. Thankfully (and miraculously) the whole school with principals, teachers, parents and CCA coaches packed in the &lt;u&gt;multi-purpose &lt;/u&gt;hall didn't result in extreme heat. I stress multi purpose here, because I'm a penurious and obdurate miser. Adorability will not sway me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve gone off point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher awards were visibly the highlight of the concert. The Indian dance by the teachers was entertaining and surprisingly well-rehearsed. PSG tried doing Bollywood, then jazz, which I initially thought was line dancing or something. I appreciate the parents’ efforts and I too understand that they’re not as agile and coordinated but no way was there any jazz element in their performance. If anything, I would say there’s a slight hip hop element in the performance at the most. If it’s indubitably apparent that it’s not jazz, please don’t call it jazz. And now this is going to draw flak for being finical, overly punctilious and hypercritical but perhaps I do have such an annoying personality. Say yay for adjectives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not return to Tao Nan because I seriously doubt that anyone actually remembers me, also because I might be a thankless wretch. I don’t think I was a very memorable student in primary school anyway. 6I basically grew apart and any mentions of a class party don’t gather enough interest or enthusiasm for anyone to be able to organize one. Not that I feel strongly against the absence of class parties, to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow, that’s nice but I never remembered Teachers’ Day being an island-wide school holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1857321796900245974?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1857321796900245974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1857321796900245974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1857321796900245974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1857321796900245974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/homer.html' title='Ho(mer)'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Spt1Ajy6PBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EwGeZrf22M8/s72-c/Homer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-5359389030373681379</id><published>2009-08-28T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:48:11.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess the three magic words that elicit a great response from a Panthera Leo.</title><content type='html'>Today was full of absurdities and déjà vu moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What’s absurd?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the 11am LoA was an inane and egregious error by the school because it was just to accommodate the primary and kindergarten kids. Seriously, the way I see it, the purpose of the LoA was so that the little kids didn’t have to stay back at a late time. LoA grants are being dished out like free ice cream, and then devoured by ravenous lions. We like to see it as sacrificing studies for dance; but like LIUlaoshi said, studies are and should be our primary concern and I refuse to be granted any Loss of Ability for esperanza, although I like Apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I’m a splenetic idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;what’s déjà vu?”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Stalemate again and it was quite fun because we haven’t danced it for ages, and there’s a slight sense of nostalgia. Stalemate is looking so much more physically demanding and tiring and technical than HePing and Apologize now, although all three are phenomenal and awesome dances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Return of the Language Art Papers were missed and my marks are déjà vu again. From the May archives: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WALAO THE TEACHER CAN JUST GIVE ME 0.5 MARK MORE THAN I GET AN A1 LEH. JUST A PUNY 0.5 MARK! THEN NEVER GIVE COMMENTS, NEVER GIVE RUBRICS, NEVER TELL WHY I GET THIS MARK. STUPID STUPID STUPID.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And as usual, (I HATE THE NUMBER 22 FROM NOW ON) 0.5 mark to A1, and the most absurd was the mark I obtained for the language part. WHAT THE FUCK, I DEMAND RUBRICS NOW! I am going to ask as nicely and politely as I can on Monday, what is the language standard expected of us. No, I’m not begging or asking for marks, I’m asking on how to improve myself in Language Arts. I wrote 7 seven fucking pages and the comments were not enough points. Thus I conclude that stuffing weak and repetitive points is the strategy for scoring well. Anyway, I can’t even change my marks because even I had the best argument ever because the marks have to be submitted on the day that the paper is returned, which I stupidly missed today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more vexed and irate and enraged I become. That’s why I’m not going to stop this vocabulary improvement. I’m going to pile in words no one has ever heard of and live up to my reputation of Thesaurus President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts: A2&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: A1&lt;br /&gt;Biology: A1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: B4&lt;br /&gt;Overall Humanities: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Chinese is the primary factor why I didn’t do as well as Block Test 1, which weren’t that fantastic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is saddening and LA is a cumulonimbus cloud for this term. Cirrus clouds better get their act back together or I’m going to convert to Cirrostratus clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5359389030373681379?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5359389030373681379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5359389030373681379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5359389030373681379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5359389030373681379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-three-magic-words-that-elicit.html' title='Guess the three magic words that elicit a great response from a Panthera Leo.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8939556125410987328</id><published>2009-08-27T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:37:57.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE NYMD &lt;3; HATE LOAs.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, when I mentioned that Mrs Heng said that we could hate her for life in yesterday's post, it does not mean that I will hate her for life. It doesn't even mean that I hate her. So, in a repeated reminder, please do not take anything in this blog seriously because it's all utter rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a slack-subject day; basically we were fainéant, idle and sluggish for the whole day because there wasn’t anything worth the effort to be attentive to, maybe except Chinese. (On a side note, the Order of the Thesaurus will prevail! Despite being annoying, irksome and uncalled for.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT was a start on Adobe Dreamweaver, finally HTML something I at least know how to edit minimally (although I don’t know how to code at all); Chinese, did SIA presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Dance was enjoyable, CHENlaoshi just went straight to the dancing/stretching once she arrived and she somewhat praised NYMD’s HePing performance, also adding that we all became “actors” that night. I don’t necessarily disagree as the dance unquestionably relies a great deal on drama, improvisation and storylines. Then it was White space; followed by the trip to Chinese Heritage Centre at NTU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour was relatively boring; we all trudged around in a lackadaisical manner but the worst was yet to come. The video was the most poorly directed piece of work, or “short film”, I’ve seen in a long time. Not to mention, boring, platitudinous, outdated and the horror, it’s in Chinese without subtitles! A few more years to go and the screening of such videos may become anachronous. I almost slept, or did I sleep? The second video was much better because it was in English and Cantonese with subtitles. &lt;br /&gt;OK I admit I checked up anachronous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise, surprise. We're getting an LoA tomorrow again. What is this relationship between LoA permits and NYMD? I will be missing a little bit of Physics, Math, History and Language Arts. There is a 100% chance that Mrs Wong TPY is starting the topic of Energy and Work and I will have to miss the last part. There is a 75% chance that there is a&amp;nbsp;Math quiz tomorrow and a 100% chance that Mrs Wong will be explaining Linear Inequalities and I'd have to skip it and I won't understand anything. There is a 95% chance that Mr Mackintosh will be going through Nationalism notes. And most importantly, there is at least a 45% chance that we will get back LA papers tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid teachers day dinner shit. I've missed a whole day of lessons on Monday, two lessons today and now I am going to miss all the important Friday lessons except PCCG. Yeah, like we all need is PCCG in our life. YOU ARE&amp;nbsp;EFFING KIDDING ME, wtf. I am just going to fail EOY, that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against NYMD's practices.&amp;nbsp;I just hate missing lessons. I know that we all have to make sacrifices for CCA but THIS is just absurd. I've missed half the lessons this week. So has everyone in NYMD but&amp;nbsp;results are not compared&amp;nbsp;within NYMD. NYMD is loved but I hate, condemn, loathe, detest, resent, abhor and object to LoAs for whatever reason. I'm sorry if this sounds like I'm a CCA hater. I'm not. I just hate missing lessons more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOA: Loss of Ability. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOY mood is setting in; yet we haven’t even got our LA block tests back. Therefore, I strongly urge everyone to participate in PMS. No, it’s not that syndrome which many female teachers seem to go through periodically or even, perpetually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;oetry &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;odule &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;trike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“STOP THE POETRY. GIVE THE PAPERS.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NO &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;APERS, NO &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ROGRESS REPORT, NO &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;OETRY.”&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to choose which tagline you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8939556125410987328?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8939556125410987328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8939556125410987328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8939556125410987328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8939556125410987328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/firstly-when-i-mentioned-that-mrs-heng.html' title='LOVE NYMD &lt;3; HATE LOAs.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-548250059548393843</id><published>2009-08-26T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:35:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can hate me for life but I have to say this.</title><content type='html'>My thirst for grandiloquence has not been quenched; my enthusiasm for vocabulary improvement has not waned; neither will I be stepping down as the president of the Thesaurus Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HePing day; LoA from 0730, (was supposed to have) reported at Rooftop Hall directly. Sec 2s proceeded to start cutting up the glitter paper into tiny little pieces; an extremely entertaining activity for I beguiled much of the free time observing the relationship between scissor blades and glittery paper/potato chip (!) packets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced for a bit in the rooftop hall; LIUlaoshi arrived early; Kelly helped us with our movements; dance got slightly changed. Auditorium rehearsals started after a quick snack for many and we rehearsed, watched other groups, sat around in the auditorium/some were setting up the dance mats, rehearsed with lights, listened to LIUlaoshi’s comments. LIUlaoshi dropped a bomb somewhere in between the above events because everyone had to wear stockings on their head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate real food, then returned to dance studio where it was perfecting movements / perfecting paper shreds / seniors applying make-up time. Then it was time for the full dress rehearsal; terrorists with no make up and stocking; students with make up and no stocking. We couldn’t get the dance studio because Chinese dancers wanted to practice so we had to go out for the area outside Popular for LIUlaoshi’s comments. She said that we were improving after every time we danced, so that boosted our morale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could finally use the dance studio when the Chinese dancers left for dinner, practiced. Dinner was great, lemon chicken rice provided by the chicken rice stall. Shortly after dinner, Chinese dancers left for their performance so we had the whole dance studio to ourselves. It is now almost mandatory to perform our NYMD before-performance spirit circle. Everyone gathered in the middle of the dance floor, switched off the lights and played the Prelude music. Kelly decided to say a few words in the middle of the song and I think it was only then that we or perhaps, I realised how much she has done for this performance, despite the fact that she was unable to perform, and also how much she has done for NYMD, as a whole, this year. Anyway, Kelly distributed gummy bears to everyone and the after effects of sugar on some particular batchmates are truly disturbing, hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch got relatively high and this sparked off a batch dance chain. It was a comical and farcical scene, yet incredibly fun, heartwarming and simply lovely. We tried to cool down and forced solemnity into the atmosphere. Kelly did a last minute costume check and we were off. Once backstage, we powdered our hands but it was no use for my hands just perspired through the powder. Grabbed a half a fist of glitter and watched seniors dance their glam parts. I tell you, the first part was like surreal with the smoky effect from the intense lighting. Then we ran out and I vaguely remember that I dumped a lot of glitter paper on my partner. A slip-up occurred but I don’t think it mattered greatly, in other words, I still think it was pretty good and we definitely stood out okay. I mean, how many dances are performed with stockings on heads? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtain call, the host remembered our dance because of the solecism made in Jody’s ending statement/question and also that our dance made an impact through the strong message! WOO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Normal school day, shall not go into details much. I did not go for batch breakfast, as I, being a self-proclaimed nerd/mugger, went to school early even with LoA because I wanted to get history back. Not content, no, not at all, B3. Eh I only allow results like that for Chinese and math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Science in the morning, Mrs Wong lost me at F = ma; PE, usual; Malay, boring but I paid attention nonetheless. LA, spent 15 minutes waiting for Mrs Heng and vice versa because she forgot to inform us of the location. After that she talked about classroom cleanliness and we got a C and we’re all in a celebratory mood because we passed, but she’s not satisfied with just a pass so yeah. We see the glass as half-full; she sees it as half-empty. But anyway &lt;u&gt;we’re allowed to hate her for life now! &lt;/u&gt;33 girls heard it from the horse’s mouth you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately want my LA papers back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was a briefing on subject combinations and I just want to be a normal student with normal subjects, no less, no more; no scholarships or BSP or CLEP or Olympiad programs. I don’t need hair-tearing, arduous Math problems sums either; I’ve tore out a great deal of my existing hair already, thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest post ever, man. I’m not planning to stop the daily vocabulary improvement until LA EOYs are returned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-548250059548393843?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/548250059548393843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=548250059548393843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/548250059548393843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/548250059548393843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-hate-me-for-life-but-i-have-to.html' title='You can hate me for life but I have to say this.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-5804039930469306299</id><published>2009-08-25T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:37:12.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Starry Hope</title><content type='html'>I found a&amp;nbsp;video on HePing :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.razor.tv/site/flashplayer/razortv.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.razor.tv/site/flashplayer/razortv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="382" flashvars="file=http://video.razor.tv/vods/20090825_SgNow_FlagOfPeace_RTV_500kbit_s1251197456259.flv&amp;amp;adsurl=http%3A//www.razor.tv%3A80/site/servlet/adsVideo/%3Fstream%3Dcontentbean%3A35142%26channel%3Dcontentbean%3A90&amp;amp;vodnav=false&amp;amp;topTitle=A%20%26%23039%3Bpeaceful%26%23039%3B%20celebration&amp;amp;nrurl=http%3A//secure-sg.imrworldwide.com/cgi-bin/m%3Fci%3Dsg-sph%26cg%3DRAZORTV-FLASH-NEWS&amp;amp;nrsi=http%3A//www.razor.tv&amp;amp;nrrp=http%3A//www.razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/news/35142.html&amp;amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Jody's interview, Haoqing, Jermaine singing passionately&amp;nbsp;and visual evidence of Ellen holding hands with the boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5804039930469306299?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5804039930469306299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5804039930469306299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5804039930469306299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5804039930469306299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/video-on-heping-i-see-jody-haoqing.html' title='A Starry Hope'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-1399129146754175427</id><published>2009-08-23T20:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:34:50.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Bimbo alert!</title><content type='html'>My father thinks that my blog has a lot of hidden/secret meanings and is hard to understand; therefore it’s almost the same as hiding it from him. He also thinks that I write in a bombastic way, which is not true because I don’t write grandiloquently; the words used are rarely obscure. What, this is practically the most straightforward, understandable blog ever, okay. (But as a result, I shall write in good English and will search my mind for the rarest words to use in today’s post, because our vocabulary is limited like madness) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had dance practice at an indecent time of 8am. Don’t get me wrong, I love dance, just not stretching in the morning. The early evolutions of HePing were totally scrapped and it’s almost like a new dance all together. We still retain our coolness but thankfully without stockings. And the dance has been miraculously completed over such a short span of time; I just hope that everything will go well tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About ¼ of 206 went to the performance by Toy Factory Productions: The Crab Flower Club @ National Library today. That will register as “OMG BUGIS JUNCTION!!!” in many of our minds. &lt;b&gt;Note: this is not a display of superciliousness, elitism or snobbishness.&lt;/b&gt; Lighten up, people. Anyway, met Siqi at where else, but the famed Bugis Junction first. And this breaks the good English promise but &lt;u&gt;“OMG we went shopping and looked at all the cute stuff and OMG OMG OMG like.”&lt;/u&gt; And there isn’t a single pixel of untruth in that magnificent sentence. &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Thank you for the early present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The play itself had very elaborate costumes and hair. The poem bits were not very understandable, because I don’t actually possess such extensive vocabulary; I’m a proud member of the Thesaurus club. It was an all-female cast of five; a formidable number, no? Some LA teachers, including Mrs Heng, were present too, and there’s something fishy going on between two particular teachers :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tomorrow there are no lessons for HePing performers because it warrants a full day LoA, unbelievably. I don’t care; at about 9.10am I’m going to pop into Geography/History/Math/Conference Room C/206 for the highly awaited Language Art papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;HePing tomorrow night, hopefully NYMD will burn floors (because we’re pyromaniacs) and beat asses (because we’re violent). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ugh, the post isn’t very magniloquent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1399129146754175427?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1399129146754175427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1399129146754175427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1399129146754175427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1399129146754175427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-father-thinks-that-my-blog-has-lot.html' title='Ultimate Bimbo alert!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8760487651795265715</id><published>2009-08-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:42:44.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel very sad when students talk to me like that.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I think about the plight of the Montague wannabe cleaner, I grin from ear to ear, like an idiot. It’s very funny and amusing and hilarious and just a beautiful occurrence :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was okay. &lt;br /&gt;Class survey on FFF during PCCG; we started on standard form in Math; PE was just stupidly hot and we had to play in the open field, ugh; The Return of the Science Papers; more poetry (analysis now) in LA; going through papers in Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology papers were okay, A1. The whole paper is full of stupid, idiotic, retarded careless mistakes that led to the teacher questioning me if I knew what a gamete was. I meant allele, but I wrote gamete; what exactly is the difference anyway. Then the most retarded careless mistake ever, calculation error. See, force a poor person that is mathematically incompetent into an exam without a calculator and that’s what you get, a bloody calculation error. I swear I’m going to start bringing calculators into every exam just in case, ugh. MSG improved due to science, thank god, but history is just going to screw up everything in the end anyway, no matter how fantastic geography results are. And stupid Chinese gave me a stupid B4 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had elections during dance and the 2010 EXCO has been announced, fantastic choices for all :) dance itself was interesting at first, with the whole curvy-8 partner thing. LIUlaoshi insisted that my 8 was wrong but that’s how I write my 8s, haha. Does this mean that I’ve been writing my 8s the wrong way for 14 years? Then started on real HePing choreo and it wasn’t good, by the look on LIUlaoshi’s face but hopefully prac tomorrow will clear things up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HePing on Monday warrants a LoA for the whole day, are you kidding me. I’m a nerd/geek/mugger/whatever you want to call it but I genuinely don’t want to miss lessons, especially PHYSICS because Mrs Wong goes through stuff very very very fast, CHINESE because LIlaoshi is going through papers and mock paper; LANGUAGE ARTS because we’re getting papers back, hallejuah! Like seriously, I’m not kidding. LA papers on Monday, super fast marking by LA department this time around. And I have to miss it, UGH UGH UGH. Can I run back and take my paper from Mrs Heng halfway Monday prac? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;ow &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ou &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;ust &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;ance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8760487651795265715?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8760487651795265715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8760487651795265715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8760487651795265715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8760487651795265715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-very-sad-when-students-talk-to.html' title='I feel very sad when students talk to me like that.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6160950937925707730</id><published>2009-08-19T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:53:32.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we've nothing more to say.</title><content type='html'>There is no school tomorrow because we've a ex-girl that recently got awarded with the title President Scholar and also to "celebrate the school's numerous achievements and accolades garnered this year." What? I thought competition/SYF period was 3 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. &lt;br /&gt;I was hoping really hard that Biology papers would be returned, not because I can't wait to see my outstanding results but I always like The Return of Papers. Why not? I'd cry over bad results but I'd rather mope less. But we didn't get to see any fallopian tubes and tropic levels, only Newton's Law of Inertia. ICT was the completion of the flash clip (finally). Half the LA lesson was dedicated to the giving out of Crabflower performance tickets. We had our lessons in class for once. Peer evaluation of everyday poems; had the wtf mood after a while. Dance was great because I did a backbend with Chenlaoshi's help yay :) tried at home also. Culture test was quite okay except I wrote the wrong word for one of the sentences but that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because confusion has been expressed over Chinese dance and ballet, hence two videos. Both come from the 8th Taoli Dance Competition in China. Guess which one is chinese dance and which is ballet :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="185" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TX9EKMawVWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TX9EKMawVWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="185" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="185" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xX3H8qZo-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xX3H8qZo-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="185" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the first one is ballet and the second is classical chinese dance technique &lt;b&gt;(hey look it's NYCD's SYF song)&lt;/b&gt;. Clearly ballet requires a lot less flexibility and there's less movement of the upper back. In fact ballerinas get criticised for having incredible extensions, no joke. No floor work, while chinese dance makes use of floor movements to demostrate splits and all. Ballet NEVER includes somersaults/cartwheels but chinese dance does because I think there's a bit of wushu element to chinese dance. And there's no pointe work because pointe work is unique to ballet. And lastly chinese dance is very broad because there are different tribes and cultures in China but ballet just comes from France and is almost the same even with the different methods of teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is boring if you don't dance. &lt;br /&gt;I dedicate the rest of this day and tomorrow entirely to homework and projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6160950937925707730?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6160950937925707730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6160950937925707730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6160950937925707730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6160950937925707730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-weve-nothing-more-to-say.html' title='Because we&apos;ve nothing more to say.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3298737486013392858</id><published>2009-08-18T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:52:48.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your name? After half a year?</title><content type='html'>Reflections are healthy. &lt;br /&gt;Today was just boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA was the reading and interpretation of Sheltered Garden and The Armadillo, somewhere in the middle of these two choral readings, Mrs Heng got pissed. History did not show The Return of the History Papers, Mr Mackintosh hasn’t finished marking :( earliest on Friday but there’s no History on Friday. Anyway, History was boring for once, except for all the general knowledge parts. I DON’T WANT BORING HISTORY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was okay and understandable, good. Malay was nothing special, just about Ramadan, telephone numbers and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese! Lilaoshi tried to, what, keep us in suspense, wanted to talk about the debate with 2/3 when the Chinese papers WERE RIGHT ON THE TABLE and everybody’s eyes just kept diverting to that stack of paper. After the debate practice, she went on to return us a long overdue compo. And then, she declares today’s lesson to be dedicated to practice for the debate session later. But thank god she decides to let us take a look at the paper halfway. Anyway, marks were nothing to be happy about; quite low but honestly, I aimed to pass 60% and I did, so whatever, whoo. Since Lilaoshi also said everybody didn’t do very well for this paper anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/6 got amazed and awed by the miracles tracing paper can perform in Art, and spent the rest of the time tracing out naked women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my MSG is already 2 and we've only gotten 3 papers back. 2 A1, 1 B4. Tomorrow is 讨分 mode, out in full force. 0.5 mark to a another grade, although Lilaoshi is a strict marker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back for the Chinese debate session with 2/3. Oh well, managed to complete until Tier B of IN1 before it started and during the break. The debate was very fast. Not in terms of duration but content. The words just spill out of their mouths and they speak on and on and people like me just go “Huh what did they say?” You know I can’t process Chinese characters/words/sounds in my mind fast enough. The Chinese characters were like bullets shooting everywhere, lightning-fast and lethal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am effectively bullet-proof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3298737486013392858?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3298737486013392858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3298737486013392858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3298737486013392858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3298737486013392858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-your-name-after-half-year.html' title='What&apos;s your name? After half a year?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2379882932002385519</id><published>2009-08-17T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:42:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Stairs.</title><content type='html'>Although I think I have a lot of work to do, it is healthy to reflect on your day :)&lt;br /&gt;So I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got my hopes up that a biology teacher would appear at our classroom door and hold a stack of paper with the pink slip in front but she never appeared. Instead, Mrs Wong TPY came and we had Physics as per normal. Quiz was horrendous. I don't understand why it was so because I studied but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA lesson was one of the most productive ever; today we listened to Mrs Heng's super informative little talk about a short story competition with the most original theme EVER – passion &amp;amp; never giving up. Also, we read the poem Under the Stairs. We didn’t just read it; we enunciated each word carefully, yet with passion and conviction, even experimenting with different tones and moods. Yeah, so anyway, we’ve already memorised the poem I bet because as I said, we didn’t just read it, we repeated the title “Under the Stairs” a full 20 times with different moods and pitching. Like Mrs Heng says “the first group to read kick starts the whole mood”. Then we also read out the real poem for a total of NINE times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA lesson today = Short story competition + say “Under the Stairs” 20 times + Read a poem 9 times. I mean, we’ve learnt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography! Papers! It was satisfactory, good in fact :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng didn’t come for Drama; CCT, reflection about FFF and a debate on chocolate, business strategies and ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was at the dance studio, like finally. Still haven't finished HePing dance yet but everyone has to follow the NYMD trend of stocking-on-head, even upper sec haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1s did great for their Apologize performance WHOO! There were technical errors (stupid) but they still got the timing right. They prepared thank-you cards and letters for all of us too. Go sec ones :) and continue to improve and excel at dance &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2379882932002385519?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2379882932002385519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2379882932002385519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2379882932002385519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2379882932002385519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-stairs.html' title='Under the Stairs.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-5397974646182833638</id><published>2009-08-14T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:02:08.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone makan dua puluh coklat.</title><content type='html'>Today was Founders’ Day and there were no lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning assembly got changed from the quadrangle to the hall. That’s right; the whole school stuffed into one puny hall, with flags half the size of the makeshift flagpoles. Anthems and songs were sung; pledges were taken. A video nearing 20 minutes was shown from the 90th anniversary; principals/ board members/ ex-girls were invited on stage to give speeches about the commemoration of this special day + community work and giving back to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/6 did great for funfair :D noodles, milo dinosaur and guylian chocolate managed to make quite a bit of profit yay. Didn’t really try the rest of the stalls because I only ate the noodles from our 206 KOPITIAM and yogurt ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red &amp;amp; White field gathering/cheering session was just stupidly hot. Why organise an outdoor activity at 12 noon, when the midday sun is glaring angrily at us? Anyway escaping is an extremely tiring thing to do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was great and awesome, for once, even though it was at the rooftop hall. The question of why was it at the rooftop hall shall go unanswered for the time being. I think we completed the dance (?) did we? I guess it’s an unexpected and like a surprise ending, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFF + dance @ rooftop = very tired&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to master the art of 丑脸 so that I can apply it when needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5397974646182833638?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5397974646182833638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5397974646182833638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5397974646182833638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5397974646182833638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-makan-dua-puluh-coklat.html' title='Someone makan dua puluh coklat.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8374040203080366404</id><published>2009-08-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:12:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see who's the first group to be invited out.</title><content type='html'>Today was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT in the morning was fruitless, motion tween-ed and got myself confused, as a result, screwed the whole thing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was anti-climax, LIlaoshi promised us papers today but what happened? She walked in, everyone staring at her, hungry for their papers, good or bad and she says, “做作文”. &lt;b&gt;I don’t care about giving suggestions on immersion programs anymore OK!&lt;/b&gt; I’ll probably hate my results and make a big fuss over it but I’m really starved for my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, had to stop writing the compo halfway, which I hate to do, to go down for Sec 1 recess prac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese dance was good, yay stretching we’ve haven’t really stretched because modern dance is like so rare nowadays. But we’re having dance tomorrow while all the other ccas cancel theirs because it’s Founders Day. Performance coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed with compo during white space and 15 minutes of lunch. Math was AARGH, don’t really understand stupid indices and I’m going to volunteer myself for remedial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA was ever so normal. Mrs. Heng was dissatisfied with our behaviour during Dr. Carey’s talk yesterday because the other classes were being lovely and attentive angels and we’re just a bunch of talking monkeys. So anyway, poetry is turning out to be a stupid course that I can’t wait to get over with. If given a choice, why would I write a poem for LA EOY if I could write a 6 page long essay? Why would I choose to have a miserable few stanzas with possibly grammatically wrong half-sentences to secure my LA marks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back until 5.30 to help with Founders’ Day banner. I’m going to hunt down all those in marketing you know. OK, not really because I guess I’m just making up for all the times I didn’t contribute to class activities. It was reasonably enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block tests just ended; and EOYs are hot on our trail. It seems like we’ve so much more to learn but EOYs are impossibly near. And now stupid Founders’ Day tomorrow is making us miss yet another physics lesson ugh. I. WANT. PHYSICS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8374040203080366404?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8374040203080366404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8374040203080366404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8374040203080366404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8374040203080366404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-see-whos-first-group-to-be-invited.html' title='Let&apos;s see who&apos;s the first group to be invited out.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2681283567436808535</id><published>2009-08-12T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:14:57.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, it's a toy plush parrot!</title><content type='html'>I almost did not wake up in time to ring the bell for the bus stop on the journey home today, but I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally did a real practical in Physics today; PE was normal, doing softball module as usual; more dance prac for the Sec 1s during recess (perf in a few days!); Malay was zeros to thousands in the Malay language; LA was a combined class with other classes, about poetry module, class was dominated by Dr. Carey; Assembly was the finals of the Sec 2 math &amp; science competition, where some students demonstrated their incredibly quick thinking and intelligence. I did not bother to think for the math questions because even if you give me 30 hours, I still wouldn’t know how to do it, or even come close to solving it. The science questions were really more about general knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the math papers were returned to us and I got the highest mark I ever got, which is equivalent to the lowest mark some people have ever got, or even, never gotten. I know I usually think that in education, marks are most important. And don’t go “the learning process is the most important, don’t compare with others” because it’s marks that reflect how much you’ve learnt. Who is one to say how much you’ve learnt? Only marks can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I am going off point. The point is that I am throwing away this unhealthy mindset for the time being for Math BT2 because HALLEJUAH! I don’t care if people cry when they get this mark because I am throwing away any comparisons/peer-influences. Borderline A1 is further than I've ever set my goals for. Mrs Wong said a mark like mine is nothing to be proud of but I DON'T CARE MANZXZXZ. I just hope EOY I can scrape a B4 and then woo, I might just &lt;i&gt;pass&lt;/i&gt; math for once in my NY life! Oh the thought of passing math thrills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a sad, sad, sad day. Chinese papers will be returned, our class did not do well at all, according to LIUlaoshi. And I know I’m at the slightly-lower-than-average standard, so if the majority did badly, I probably went and flunked the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about the horrible BT2, there’s like this little light in me that gets snuffed out, or maybe someone poured a tub of ice water on it, and it fizzles and goes out. Occasionally the light flickers back and for a moment it glows steadily, then it sizzles and poof! It is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the last sentence is like the ‘twist’ of a poem. I probably should get a head start on the poetry module, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The light is snuffed out,&lt;br /&gt;Buckets of ice poured on it. &lt;br /&gt;It flickers back, steady now,&lt;br /&gt;Poof! It is dead. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need poems necessarily rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit @ 2058&lt;/b&gt;:For some reason, I feel afraid for tmr, purely because we're getting Chinese papers back. I usually know it when I do badly so this spells trouble, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2681283567436808535?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2681283567436808535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2681283567436808535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2681283567436808535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2681283567436808535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-its-toy-plush-parrot.html' title='Look, it&apos;s a toy plush parrot!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-1889436867079711031</id><published>2009-08-10T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:13:16.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeeeeeo!</title><content type='html'>This blog is 367 days old now :) just realised. &lt;br /&gt;Singapore is 44 years old now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the NDP on television yesterday; gave up before the fireworks and went back to computer. Oh well, the story of our forefathers, 5 Defences, cheesy acting, 4 races in harmony and mediocre National Day songs are all a basic prequisite of NDP. I understand that the very long marching segment is important and that's just keeping tradition; if anything, that segment was more interesting than watching "wushu warriors" dance around holding sticks with boxes on their heads. And THAT, somehow symbolises our civil defence, woo! I also didn't like that they tried to incorporate popular culture into the parade. That chapter about Singapore's developing years had iconic music from the retro years- none were produced by Singapore, so how do those songs have any significance to Singapore's development, anyway? Gloria Gaynor, Madonna and the Spice Girls supposedly have enough influence on the island to earn a mention in NDP. Well, I guess they have as much influence on us as they have on Ulaan Baatar or something. They just try to turn NDP into some kind of great, cool party, "the nation's biggest party". Why? We don't need disco lights; we've got a vibrant nightclub scene already you know.  Anyway, the Straits Times today had what, 10 pages on NDP saying how the local references won the hearts of the public. Yes, Singlish/Nyonya fever are distinctly Singaporean; yet the music all came from America and Britain. Local indeed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And because I have paranoid and sensitive parents that even disapprove of BIMBO! formula, I shall emphasise that this little paragraph about the failure of NDP does not imply that I'm an unpatriotic little ingrate. I love Singapore very much for its safety, education system, stability and very very good &lt;i&gt;gahmen&lt;/i&gt;. Just that I think that NDP's cheese production level seriously needs to decrease. (Oh I do think I'm ungrateful and critical, after reading how peers thought NDP was great. But that isn't going to change anything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homework mood ironically struck me yesterday. Block tests are over, yet I am doing math. I DID A HOT QUESTION WHOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Mt. Faber because we had complimentary/free tickets for the cable car ride. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's school and possibly The Return of the Block Tests, maybe Chinese and Math. I predict we've got to wait about around 2 months before LA paper comes back. &lt;br /&gt;Prove me wrong, dear LA department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1889436867079711031?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1889436867079711031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1889436867079711031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1889436867079711031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1889436867079711031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/romeeeeeo.html' title='Romeeeeeo!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3781381999966780002</id><published>2009-08-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:00:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is better to be feared, than loved.</title><content type='html'>We had National Day celebrations today, so 2/6 wore our fabulous red dri-fit class tee. They made us sing in the quadrangle during assembly, it was stifling hot and dri-fit my foot; the shirt only sticks to your body but not soak up sweat. And the shirt is just impossibly big in the first place. Woo, class spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE quiz in the classroom, suddenly, George Yeo became an ex-PM and S. Rajaratnam became an ex-President, haha. Then was mascot-making for Gennie and we dressed her up as a &lt;b&gt;lion!&lt;/b&gt; Personally I think the head really completed the outfit but yay 2/6 won something for Mascot :D More singing of (past and present) National Day songs; people started to stand on the benches and progressed to tables. 10 excited people on a poor single table (each); bouncing around, treating it like a trampoline. Not going to the canteen to eat for a while, I tell you. Teachers sang too but I thought Mrs Heng has a grand total of 3 classes, how come she didn't get enough screams to sing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mascot competition and the singing, we went back to class for some sort of debrief that soon turned into a mass race and grabbing session for M&amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was @ the rooftop hall again, hate the heat. &lt;br /&gt;Did more HePing; not very good; don't know what to do; Liulaoshi not happy/satisfied; did not wear stockings today; forgot to buy my mandatory cold drink for rooftop hall sessions; don't see how we can maintain a "sneaky and evil" expression when our faces will be warped by the wrath of the horrible and uncomplementary nude stockings anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, hey I know how to make changes to html now :) although I still don't know how to add icons to a no-icon blogskin but I know how to change measurements, colours, add text headers now. Not bad for someone who can't find the forward button on gmail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3781381999966780002?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3781381999966780002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3781381999966780002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3781381999966780002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3781381999966780002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-better-to-be-feared-than-loved.html' title='It is better to be feared, than loved.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-933416404659443797</id><published>2009-08-06T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:35:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Teachers.</title><content type='html'>If you're not retarded you'd be able to make a connection between the title and a particular sentence somewhere in this post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block Test 2 was a horrible experience; what I wouldn't give to do it again. I'm NOT rejoicing over the end of the tests, instead I am mourning for it's departure. Biology was a careless flop today :( I just have a feeling my biology won't turn out too good this term. And I know it when I don't do well. I wish to relive the humanities and biology experience just because I've a bad feeling about history/geog and for science I will be less careless and check more. Funny, isn't it? The subjects that I used to have less problems with become the ones I dread to get back for BT2. I wouldn't retake Chinese because I wouldn't show any improvement anyways, I wouldn't retake LA just because, I wouldn't retake MATH because it was better than expected. But my 'better than expected' just means "OMG TOTALLY FAIL" for other people. I shall learn a lesson from BT2 and start revising for EOY, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moaning and groaning and whining for my block tests 2, like Juliet whines for her Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMC was fine. Hey I only guessed 2/5 of the open-ended questions! The rest had some sort of working you know :) better than my horrendous attempt last year which ended up with random guessing of numbers 66, 120, etc. Maybe I will get a higher PARTICIPATION percentage this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 2 cohort got "invited" to watch the screening of Zeffirelli's Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet (1968) at the auditorium. The event was greatly emphasised by Mrs Heng that it was not "compulsory" because the Sec 2 LA teachers don't like to force girls to stay back. I mean, since they're such darling teachers. So I suppose not many people turned up, because the whole thing is available on YouTube. In HD format somemore. Or maybe only her form class never turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finished watching on YouTube @ around 5.00pm. It was incredibly boring. Not really the "once you start watching you don't want to stop" movie Mrs Heng described. The fighting scenes are boring, they have to blow the horns for 30 seconds till Prince Escalus comes in and you just watch with your eyes half open until Prince finishes his 30-sec debut. But on YouTube, it's different. You can fast forward :) fast forwarded the Juliet-crying/servants-fighting/Nurse-telling-a-story scenes. Mercutio looked like he was balding idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there will be National Day Celebrations @ NY and we get to go home early. But there is dance and we will be doing a peaceful dance with stockings on our heads. How original and creative can &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; liulaoshi get :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How on earth am I going to make up an excuse to take food fit for 10 fathers' consumption?!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-933416404659443797?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/933416404659443797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=933416404659443797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/933416404659443797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/933416404659443797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-can-there-be-only-one-parent-to-eat.html' title='Breakfast with Teachers.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6929119046564616791</id><published>2009-08-05T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:26:59.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't like to use 'compulsory'.</title><content type='html'>1 (screwed) biology paper left; never cared about AMC anyway. I don’t know a lot of information for biology its confusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests so far have been the scribble-furiously-to-the-end kind, except geography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese&lt;/b&gt; was not good. &lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt; gives me a bad feeling. &lt;b&gt;Math&lt;/b&gt; never gives good feelings but at least I knew how to do at least half :D not bad already you know. HALF. &lt;b&gt;Language Arts&lt;/b&gt; was good, I hope. &lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt; gives me another bad feeling, maybe because I seemed to have written really little? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbon cycle, bioaccumulation, endometrium, sperm.&lt;br /&gt;Progesterone, placenta, cervical cap, AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;Allele, co-dominance, chromosome, gene. &lt;br /&gt;Guamine-Cytosine, Adenine-Thymine, down syndrome, F1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s catchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6929119046564616791?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6929119046564616791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6929119046564616791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6929119046564616791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6929119046564616791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-dont-like-to-use-compulsory.html' title='We don&apos;t like to use &apos;compulsory&apos;.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3208583633326610357</id><published>2009-08-03T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:06:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, uh...can you tell me where you got your hair perm from?</title><content type='html'>Hello, block tests start tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve pretty much given up on Math. Maybe I’d complete my half-done mock paper; maybe I’d give one or two quizzes a re-attempt. But ultimately, I reckon no amount of practice will change my mark greatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here’s to no F9s for me this year. I’d only settle with B4 at the very most :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay; physics was more about the art of frantic copying; LA was oral presentation and ‘revision’; went around photocopying stuff during break; we didn’t get to see the beauty campaign-winning Mr Tan today, which is unacceptable. GEOG BLOCK TESTS ARE IN TWO DAYS! It’s not like we don’t need revision time! Drama was just about freeze frames and me going away to the lonely corner while everyone else became psycho. PCCG, classmates cleared up classroom for block tests, led to the discovery of the magic box by lingli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey my parents read my blog and I’m okay with that. How many people can say that, huh? I even willingly give my url to my mother when she asked for it. I don’t think they really like stuff like the BIMBO! formula and such but just to emphasise: nothing here should be taken seriously anyway. I don’t really mean that 7 clips =  bimboism, just FUN and UNTRUE stereotyping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post took a little longer than expected but still, less time than logging on to Facebook or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography + History = done. Math = given up. Science = trying to salvage the situation. LA = will do on the bus tomorrow. Chinese = 顺其自然&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extensions:&lt;/b&gt; Something that never should be given on deadlines themselves, because that’s just about accommodating lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT @ 2303:&lt;/b&gt; Oh I finally feel the pre-block tests jitters. Never used to be nervous for subs like history/chinese though. What does this mean, hmm. Good luck to everyone; &lt;i&gt;but luck will only take you so far. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3208583633326610357?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3208583633326610357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3208583633326610357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3208583633326610357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3208583633326610357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-uhcan-you-tell-me-where-you-got.html' title='Hey, uh...can you tell me where you got your hair perm from?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3387939295561038258</id><published>2009-07-31T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:31:41.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SparkNotes is a selfish bitch.</title><content type='html'>Bother; block tests are just around the corner and I still know nothing about the stupid DNA/gene/allele topic :( sad. Changed blogskin despite the cumulonimbus-shaped BT2 cloud. No self discipline, that's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was just normal, full of academic subjects, except PCCG where we did some kind of Aunt Agony letter for wimpy people experiencing separation anxiety. Hey, dogs go through separation anxiety all the time. Aw, MEANER (average) that MEDIANS (middle) and MODES (most common). Need to remember mean for Geography; might as well recap from last year Math. Chinese was going through the mock paper; Apologize dance prac, buddy didn't come, ugh please don't be sick. I just buddy-ed you yesterday! Just hung around Yuxin, then. We started on electrical usage in appliances, 3 pin plug/socket, fuse, touch-a-live-wired-object-and-die etc etc. Mrs Wong TPY told us stories about her condo, taking up at least 5 min of Mrs Wong SH's math time. Did a math quiz, passed yay. Tried to get marks for STUPID TRIG QUIZ. I want to crush that stupid piece of paper already. We're starting on Indices; easy so far but that's how all math topics start out. Everyone will reach the Easy, Understandable and Pause-to-Think stage. Then about 2/5 of the class will proceed on to the Mind-Boggling stage; finally, a select few will reach the "Aiya, get zero lah" stage. History was revision; LA was Oral Presentation by one group, then an extremely short literature circle 5, with two members missing. One was supposed to be the evaluator, one was supposed to be evaluated. Both were not present, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was okay. (Note: I will never say dance was awesome when it's rooftop hall time. I can't bring myself to.)We got added into HePing dance already; upper secs have the nice, glam part with magazines, we've got stockings on our heads looking really really really retarded. But never mind, Batch 11 will look dumb together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panthera Leo came surprisingly early yesterday; groups couldn't present because of sick people; got angry but did not wish to scold us because she's this person who can really control her emotions SO well. Like, she always likes to emphasise that &lt;b&gt;"I'M NOT ANGRY! I TELL YOU I'M NOT ANGRY!"&lt;/b&gt; so that we won't get the wrong idea, we being the sensitive wimps we are. And we're so stupid, how can we offer to help you bring up the essays? As in, obviously you would feel insecure because we might discover &lt;b&gt;a secret stash of 20 choc wrappers &lt;/b&gt;somewhere around your table. We understand, we really do. We know how delicious and tempting chocolates can be when you've 5000 of them lying around you. We sincerely apologize for being such insensitive brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've an idea for Class Mascot; just ask  XXX where she got her hair perm from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3387939295561038258?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3387939295561038258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3387939295561038258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3387939295561038258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3387939295561038258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sparknotes-is-selfish-bitch.html' title='SparkNotes is a selfish bitch.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7204669626712578090</id><published>2009-07-28T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:40:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.</title><content type='html'>Studied some history; just did massive Chinese filing and Culture notes tidy-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine, history and geography consecutively yay I like humanities. More Chinese paper today; Math was Wonderland thing again so there weren’t lessons. Drama was just normal but we are really short of time because of block tests allocation and holidays etc etc. CME was cool; class debate over the allocation of marks to people who don’t do work aka slackers. A bit hard to deny my stand though, you can find it in the May archives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BT2 is looming ahead like an anvil/mushroom-shaped, huge, dark, ominous threatening cumulonimbus cloud. I sense history and geography facts raining down drenching us in natural vegetation and banana (notes). We’ll be whipped by wind generated from the long and boring Chinese passages and incomprehensible language of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. We’ll probably be zapped by the x &amp; y axes of quadratic graphs and the strong oviducts will threaten to sweep us away into never-ending darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to shopping at VivoCity every afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;No wait, scrap that. There’s the new Ion Orchard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7204669626712578090?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7204669626712578090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7204669626712578090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7204669626712578090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7204669626712578090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-us-step-out-into-night-and-pursue.html' title='Let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-4311855090087815477</id><published>2009-07-27T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:08:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better wizards than you have lost buttocks.</title><content type='html'>Monday, today was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA early in the morning; we were supposed to have completed 3 groups for Oral Presentation but we only sat through two presentations. Science was Crocodile Physics again; Apologize w Sec 1s for first half of break, they were all tired and perspiring, I don’t know why either. Mr Gan didn’t come for Art so Mrs Tan had to take over. Lilaoshi got angry about our tardiness and didn’t show us King of Masks and Dog Doll. CCT was another one of those i-have-no-idea-what’s-happening-over-at-the-teacher’s-table-but-i-can’t-wait-to-go-home CCTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was great; very well-balanced for Sec 2s especially. We did Liulaoshi’s exercises first, not very good, she got a bit disappointed/angry. Said our technique dropped down to lower standards. Then started choreographing the new dance, with Sec 2s practicing themselves, at the side. The new dance looks really cool and awesome and wonderful :D but we haven’t been added in. Anyway she said our self-choreo was organic, hahaha. I don’t care whether she says that we are ‘organic’ or ‘amoebic’. (hey example of malapropisms.) She praised the Sec 2s for once, woohoo! Then afterwards went outside to help the Sec 1s with Apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“I’M NOT ANGRY; I TELL YOU I’M NOT ANGRY OKAY!!!!”&lt;/b&gt; yeah okay fine sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“YOU KNOW THAT I’M DOING YOU ALL A FAVOUR, IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FINISH EATING THEM!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of the memorable quotes derived from today’s crapping session at dance w Karyan. Aha explanations available tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4311855090087815477?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4311855090087815477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4311855090087815477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4311855090087815477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4311855090087815477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/better-wizards-than-you-have-lost.html' title='Better wizards than you have lost buttocks.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3224327164097595844</id><published>2009-07-24T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:27:31.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, she’s just told me my ears are lopsided. Old bat.</title><content type='html'>Since today is Friday, I shall plop down and type to my heart’s content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine; had class breakfast during PCCG; buns, muffins, cake, cereal and Milo were available. We were very healthy. Other classes had Coca-cola and potato chips. No but seriously, why would anyone drink Coke for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was okay until we did our last Trigonometry quiz. I would have passed but my stupid calculator was in the wrong mode and gave me crap answers!!!! All the sin/ cos/ tan values were all wrong and now my accuracy is going to suffer. I COULD HAVE PASSED ALL QUIZZES FOR ONCE YOU KNOW! You don’t know how much a last quiz means to me. Practically sulked through the whole lesson, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize prac with Sec 1s, I don’t know why the general office staff can’t give the key to a Sec 2. Why not? What would we possibly do anyway? Tear apart NYCD’s costumes? Steal the little television? Doodle on the mirrors? Anyway, because of the GO’s insecurities, cher only managed to get the key after 15 minutes of recess flew away. The practice time itself was minimal; Sec 1 buddy was shy I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was some softball glove thing, we had to run 4 rounds for warm-up and being such honest, innocent souls, we obviously obeyed Mr Chia. Science was Crocodile Physics; LA was basically made up of more talking from Mrs Heng about class breakfast, basic manners and respect to teachers etc. And…oh yeah we also did Act 4 Lit circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE lesson. A must-blog issue. It’s so hilarious when you think back about it. I think the teacher was a new, potential NY teacher and he was going under an evaluation and 206 was used as a sample class. I know he was trying to get us to be attentive with all the ‘cute’ pictures at the beginning, but he lost track of time and went on and on about MashiMoro and Mickey Mouse or some crap animal that didn’t seem very cute anymore. Thus, he released all of us 15 minutes late. So all those that had CCA rushed out to change into leotards, PE shirt, tune their instrument etc etc etc. And when I came back, karyan made an interesting discovery. THAT GUY STOLE OUR MARKERS! Seriously, our class markers are missing, they’re not on the whiteboard ledge, not on the teacher’s table, not in the drawer. They’re simply nowhere to be found after that guy left the class. YX, KY and I thought we might be late for dance but we weren’t. When we ran up to the 4th floor, seniors hadn’t even changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern dancers had their long-awaited reunion with the rooftop hall today, oh red hairy dust, we missed you. At first I thought liulaoshi was in a good mood today because she was unexpectedly playful at the beginning. Then it just became normal liulaoshi mood after a while. (I should suppose that says something) But today’s dance session was not bad :D enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Topic #1: Favouritism. Not a nice word. Everybody practices it, including holy people like teachers and parents and whoever. I do too. I favour Harry Potter over Twilight. I favour Math Room over Conference Room C. I favour other classes' biology ppt notes to ours. But I never seem to be on the receiving end of the human favouritism wand. I hate how Romeo openly displays favouritism to Rosaline, Capulet etc. I know Rosaline and Capulet and also Juliet are actually really good and therefore they deserve such favouritism. But please, there is no need to display it so openly. Favouritism. It’s bad you know. Not something to be proud of. In case you didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Topic #2: It’s amusing how the G6s practically worship G. Look at their face when G stands in front of them; no, fear (of H1N1) is not the displayed emotion. Their eyes just go glassy, mouth slightly open, reverence and veneration written all over their face and they try so hard to be like her. Please lah. You look like God just spoke to you. No need to be so exaggerated you know, G is an amazing dancer but you don’t have to treat her like a goddess. I never get to be on the receiving end of the stick on this subject either, because I never excel at anything. This topic is linked to favouritism but practiced by different levels of authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Topic #3: I found out that a good number of Sec 1s deserve to be classified as The Rabid Fangirls of Boys over Flowers and other Korean hot guys. I know everyone has their own fandoms. I like Harry Potter. BUT I do not store 10 000 photos of Hagrid in my phone. I’ve never said and would not say that Snape is pretty. (REAL QUOTE, btw. But in the form of BOF) I do not call myself Mrs Dobby. Stop drooling over all the Kims, Hyuns, Jaes, Jeungs and Yuns! EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP ALL THIS FLOWERY BOYS NONSENSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3224327164097595844?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3224327164097595844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3224327164097595844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3224327164097595844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3224327164097595844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-shes-just-told-me-my-ears-are.html' title='Yeah, she’s just told me my ears are lopsided. Old bat.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6057654328621669654</id><published>2009-07-21T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:26:32.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George.</title><content type='html'>UGH. Stupid dud anti-malware virus planted itself into my computer :( but the computer isn't infected with the virus yet, the virus is just...there. Nothing really happened. However, it's always better to play safe, so the computer will be fixed by tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal day; nothing that really strikes me as interesting, except dance. We didn't use the sunglasses and stockings; though the Sec 4s used the chairs and magazines; everyone managed to get some cling wrap around them. Sec 1s did Apologize; Sec 2 batch did some shaking-about, zombie, freaky self-choreo that turned out to be pretty cool, so yay; Sec 3s had an interesting theme, very cute and complimentary timing; Sec 4s were just their glam selfs like usual. Looking forward to next dance. Not looking forward to our reunion with Mr Roof Top Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We discovered the art of rubrics during LA lesson (in an air-conditioned room with minimal touring); History was more LKY and communism/nationalism (but as i said, i always like history); Math was exceptional because I think I understand. And Mrs Wong wasn't very focused today, talking about NZ and her funny spouse; Malay; Chinese was discovering the act of 变脸 and half-listening to a group of impromptu debaters about the gender of a young child; Art was painting with primary colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay chinese dance tmr, the slackiest subject ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6057654328621669654?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6057654328621669654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6057654328621669654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6057654328621669654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6057654328621669654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-please-youre-talking-to-man-who.html' title='Harry, please. You&apos;re talking to the man who raised Fred and George.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7056988882953359019</id><published>2009-07-19T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:12:47.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fact remains he can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0b6cCBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0zIxUqlaLzc/s1600-h/2545488470_27b609be89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158569161033746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0b6cCBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0zIxUqlaLzc/s320/2545488470_27b609be89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the HBP today @ Plaza Singapura, a shopping centre that I have no impression of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don’t think HBP deserved all the great reviews it got and that 96% Fresh rating on Rotten Tomatoes (which has since been brought down to a, still, formidable 84%) it wasn’t a BAD film. It left an empty feeling at the end; Dumbledore didn’t get a funeral; the climax at secret cave was too short; The Burrow never got burned down; the movie didn’t have the part with Fudge and the Muggle minister (which I personally thought would be interesting); Harry did not spend his holidays hanging around subways and talking to African-American girls with afros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0no2v6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/W3Y2IOHk39k/s1600-h/narcissa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158572308512674" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0no2v6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/W3Y2IOHk39k/s320/narcissa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0t9Hi2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/6mOgUh19XtU/s1600-h/tnADLmtaOp76zp6m37fktjaso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158574004112226" style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0t9Hi2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/6mOgUh19XtU/s320/tnADLmtaOp76zp6m37fktjaso1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0Or4E6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/mTJo1cyXFs8/s1600-h/MV5BMTI0Mzk5NTk1OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDM5Njc3MQ@@._V1._SX600_SY400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158565610296226" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0Or4E6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/mTJo1cyXFs8/s320/MV5BMTI0Mzk5NTk1OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDM5Njc3MQ%40%40._V1._SX600_SY400_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve always thought the casting for Harry, Ron and Hermione had been perfect, along with Bellatrix and McGonagall but the new cast for HBP seemed a bit, ‘off’? Why does Narcissa Malfoy’s hair look like Cruella De Vil’s? Why is Cormac McLaggen tall and relatively handsome while he should have looked big and ugly? Why does Horace Slughorn not have a walrus moustache? Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But however bad Harry Potter turns out to be, I would never turn to twilight :) oh no twilight bashing, something I should have swore off long ago, before I made everyone, including myself, sick of the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder why you talk so much (complain complain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance tmr, funny prop time; preferably not at the Rooftop Hall, pretty please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7056988882953359019?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7056988882953359019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7056988882953359019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7056988882953359019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7056988882953359019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/fact-remains-he-can-move-faster-than.html' title='The fact remains he can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmMb0b6cCBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0zIxUqlaLzc/s72-c/2545488470_27b609be89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-5625091755024110342</id><published>2009-07-18T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:35:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I was merely reading the Muggle magazines. I do love knitting patterns.</title><content type='html'>Oh thank GOD for LMS. I stupidly left my file under my table. So now I’m only left with history assignment, math open quiz and physics stuff. CS1 and lesson notes can be found in LMS. UGH UGH UGH :( and this isn’t the first time I’ve left that all-knowing file underneath my table you know. Plus the fact that it’s the weekend. That is also one of the things that I don’t feel secure without, including white cloths and safety pins, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a regular Friday, 17th July who pretended to be Racial Harmony Day. So ¾ of the class went back to their roots and wore ethnic costumes, under the two form teachers’ strong encouragement. And I wore my funky, totally cool Chinese jacket with a very high Mandarin collar. I admit I looked stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmHcpxBTIxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j80TPWlOLZA/s1600-h/DL-emailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359807641639133970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmHcpxBTIxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j80TPWlOLZA/s320/DL-emailer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance before FDL performance was more batch improvisation/self-choreo. Sec 1s came and did Apologise for Liulaoshi. Went for Dancers’ Locker after dance; ate at this Hip Diner USA place at Bugis Junction. Dancers’ Locker by FDL was great; abstract; lots of props. Unexpectedly colourful at the last bit, liked the frequent use of windows, voice and creative props. Didn’t really like the multimedia parts because it seemed a bit low-budget and I don’t really think it enhanced the dance? I stress that this is from a viewpoint of a novice dancer, though. But sometimes I want to see Liulaoshi’s own choreography, not just her students/other dancers; although I know they are all influenced by her. Overall it was very very good. Great. Fantastic. Cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet today was normal, unlike last week. We still did major pointe work for near 2 hours = 3 blisters but surprisingly, no pain! Yay, I think I’m on my way to toes that don’t get painful blisters. The G6s complain of bruised nails, toes, super painful blisters etc. (Hey, I’ve been dancing en pointe for 2 years and even I haven’t gotten bruises. How in the world did they get them?) But their blisters are really quite bad and big, while I get always only get teensy ones, hahah. That is good. Got back G8 certificate today; my technique totally failed me :( character/Dance Russe was the highest score for me. The certificate states that overall pass mark is 80% for every solo. Which means…I failed everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBP tomorrow, whoo :D My sister thought that HBP was the last instalment of the movie/book series so she is/was very keen on watching it. Then my father told my sister that this is not the last movie, the last movie is going to be called Harry Potter and the Full-Blood Prince.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5625091755024110342?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5625091755024110342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5625091755024110342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5625091755024110342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5625091755024110342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-i-was-merely-reading-muggle.html' title='No, I was merely reading the Muggle magazines. I do love knitting patterns.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SmHcpxBTIxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j80TPWlOLZA/s72-c/DL-emailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-2063169294826825583</id><published>2009-07-15T16:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:36:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every orifice, he did.</title><content type='html'>Hello, I don’t even know what to write about anymore; everything is just normal. Boring, even. Anyway, let me squeeze out some mundane things to write about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Physics Practical today; it was raining during PE but Mr Chia made us run around the school staircases and all; Malay was just normal; LA was dominated by a particular fat old and ugly nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA starts on Friday; going for Dancers' Locker afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy, I spy with my little eye…a little tornado at the front of the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked the start of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt; annual Nanyang bribery&lt;/span&gt; by the councillor candidates. These candidates are Sec 2 students who are power-hungry and would like a bigger say in the school affairs. They constantly aim to improve the school and they don’t mind catching their classmates, friends, batchmates and seniors for eating in class because it’s for the greater good. These candidates all have a good chance of being future cheerleaders too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Note: If you’re a student that frequently eats in class: remember to vote for the candidates with the slowest reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student body will count on YOUR vote! Please do it for your classmates, friends, batchmates, seniors and even yourself. Vote for the group with the slowest reflexes, those that are not observant and those that would never ever skip lunch to do other stuff because nothing is more important than filling their tummies :) including the satisfication of catching people. WE'RE COUNTING ON YOU- MAKE THE CORRECT CHOICE. make your life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just joking okay; I don’t really mind councillors. In fact, didn’t you know that I was an avid councillor-supporter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2063169294826825583?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2063169294826825583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2063169294826825583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2063169294826825583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2063169294826825583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-sun-shone-out-of-my-brothers.html' title='Thought the sun shone out of my brother&apos;s every orifice, he did.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-7665154000198627282</id><published>2009-07-11T22:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:04:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.</title><content type='html'>HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE GOT A WHOPPING &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;96%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ON ROTTEN TOMATOES! Twilight only has 49%. All the anti-twilight is starting to get even on my own nerves so I guess everyone is sick of twilight-complaints. Maybe I should stop, hmm? I know I’m completely missing the point when I complain about how hp is so much better than twilight because I’m the one drawing comparisons here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re exceptionally cheery and able to see the good in everyone today, I suggest you skip this post because this post contains another episode of mindless, unintelligent ranting; which I know almost everyone loves to read anyway. What I can I say; we just like to see people bash others of their kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t think any of my ballet buddies read my blog; or even know that I exist outside of Crestar, so I won’t really hold back that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today’s ballet was amazing, awesome, enjoyable, fantastic, fabulous, fun, fruitful, great and full of pointe work. In fact, the whole lesson was pointe and the best thing was that my feet did not complain at all, until the last 10 minutes where it started to hurt a little (but still, danceable) In the end I had an extremely huge, honking red blister so I think maybe my feet went numb :D we started off with Intermediate Foundation pointe work, which is a lot a lot a lot easier than Advanced Foundation pointe work. Then we went on to Advanced Foundation pointe; super challenging but super fun. I mean, it sure is fun to see the G6s in pain, non? I know I’m probably the worst Advanced Foundation student in the class and I used to be weak at pointe (in fact, I still am). I couldn’t stand blisters at all and I still can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I can’t help but say (and this is actually directed to a select few only): ARSE. YOU DARE SAY I ACT CUTE (when I did not at all and anyway I’m so much cuter than you, I don’t even have to act) AND NOW, HARHAR YOU CAN’T EVEN DO SIMPLE RISES EN POINTE AFTER A PATHETIC 1.5 HOURS OF POINTE. IN YOUR FACE YOU STUPID WEAK BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes another much-loved rare public episode of mindless, unintelligent and vulgar ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GOD. I suck at pointe but I publicly bitch about people who are of a lower grade but are attempting the same syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just meaner than medians AND modes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-7665154000198627282?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/7665154000198627282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=7665154000198627282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7665154000198627282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/7665154000198627282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-stolen-real-horcrux-and-intend-to.html' title='I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2196652545110686060</id><published>2009-07-10T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:55:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrackspurt got you?</title><content type='html'>Google your name, and write down the first webpage link name that makes grammatical sense and is relevant or just pick the funniest one on the first page of results.&lt;br /&gt;1. Google "(your name) needs": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary needs to gain weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Google "(your name) looks like":&lt;strong&gt; Hilary looks like a goddess. Hilary looks like a Winner!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Google "[your name] likes": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary likes to knit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Google "[your name] says": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary says I need to post. Hilary says she's worried about Madden Music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Google "[your name] wants": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary wants to be your summer friend. Hilary wants to 'overcharge' the Russians. Hilary wants to obliterate Iran.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Google "[your name] does": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary does lap dance with boyfriend. (OOH!) Hilary does her homework. Hilary does bangs. The Shocking Video that Hilary doesn't want you to see!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Google "[your name] hates": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary hates you. Why women hate Hilary. Hilary hates freedom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Google "[your name] can": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary can't win videos. Hilary can make peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Google "[your name] goes": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary goes to the library. Hilary goes for a swim. Hilary goes clubbing. Hilary goes for fish-nets at G.A.Y club. (I love how this gets from innocent libraries to gay clubs and fish nets)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Google "[your name] is": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary is one selfish bitch. (I absolutely ADORE this one!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Google "[your name] loves": &lt;strong&gt;Hilary loves hydration. Hilary loves Obama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a pig, what would you name it? "&lt;strong&gt;Cutesmine", for personal reasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Book Series, Saga, Trilogy, etc? &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter, duh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick One: Quiz, Trivia, Poll, Survey? &lt;strong&gt;Survey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a Random Vegetable. &lt;strong&gt;Lettuce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think would happen if a pig ate sunscreen? &lt;strong&gt;Indigestion?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elf ears or a witch nose? &lt;strong&gt;Elf ears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is... &lt;strong&gt;the worst thing that walked the face of this earth. Or to put it simply, something I dislike.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of device are you using right now? (Laptop, Macbook, PC, etc) &lt;strong&gt;Laptop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Google your homepage? &lt;strong&gt;Yessiree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, Bebo, etc. Which is best? &lt;strong&gt;Blogger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs are... &lt;strong&gt;extinct.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcaniosis is... &lt;strong&gt;a long word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define Rap in two words. &lt;strong&gt;Grammatically incorrect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple reminds you of... &lt;strong&gt;Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Friday; yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was normal like always. PCCG was entirely about identifying our dear Ministers of Cabinet’s faces so that we can have a greater understanding of our wonderful country and its leaders; Math had a Mr Pyth quiz, I think I passed :)&lt;br /&gt;PE was Height &amp;amp; Weight, I grew about 0.5 cm and lost 1kg in one morning. I’m perfectly serious, you know, I weighed myself in the morning at home and during Height &amp;amp; Weight today, I was one whole kg lighter! Just like last year, except last year the difference was a whopping two kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that did a game of dummy softball unique only to NYGH- I bet you no other softball team/players/learners have ever used a tennis racket for softball. You see, we batted the racket and the fielders had to go and catch the racket and tap the striker. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science- Crocodile Physics; LA we did our first Literature Circle Discussion and it was good :D Chinese was newspaper worksheet, yay. I like the newspaper worksheet although it isn’t graded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of an interesting/controverisal topic to write about; since this blog is getting way too boring but decided against it in the end because subtle is my middle name. But suck it up you pansies. Okay. That is meaner than a median.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are an unbelievable amount of different promotional posters and trailers for Harry Potter and the HBP. I watched one trailer on youtube today. And I can't believe I'm saying this but it doesn't look as nice as the former HP movies :O oh well but i support hp enough to be able to watch all the movies produced. Anyway, I didn't say it didn't look nice, just not AS nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did say I would stop degrading and saying stupid things about twilight but it's like mandatory for me to say something bad about twilight in every post. 少成若天性, 习惯如自然. i'd choose harry potter over new moon/twilight any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2196652545110686060?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2196652545110686060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2196652545110686060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2196652545110686060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2196652545110686060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrackspurt-got-you.html' title='Wrackspurt got you?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-4561770401804499653</id><published>2009-07-08T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:36:09.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, are you an imprint of a departed soul?</title><content type='html'>hey i didn't even have to check hpotter quotes for today's harry potter quote/title :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was slack today; Physics had a missing Mrs Wong-TPY; ICT was Adobe Flash, we made flowers bloom; LA was this ‘fun’ translation of Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet into other languages like Korean/Italian/Dutch/Chinese etc; Chinese Dance was just more stretching; Culture was a start on Chinese dynasties history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i could recite all the Chinese dynasties when I was younger, starting from Xia Dynasty all the way to Qing Dynasty. My father made me. But now I can no longer remember :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay i finally did some sort of scrolling menu for the links ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haute Couture pics that Blogger refused to upload yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SlRmtg0PSPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuxc6tvMHHI/s1600-h/00170m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356018788939548914" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SlRmtg0PSPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuxc6tvMHHI/s320/00170m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SlRmzyYzFGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0b-tQ3W1XsA/s1600-h/karl-lagerfeld-chanel-tutu.0.0.0x0.460x276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356018896735507554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SlRmzyYzFGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0b-tQ3W1XsA/s320/karl-lagerfeld-chanel-tutu.0.0.0x0.460x276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic: Hey Mrs Shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd pic: A Chanel tutu made for Elena Glurdjidze of the English National Ballet, The Dying Swan performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovely, &lt;em&gt;non&lt;/em&gt;? Especially the shrimp, she looks amazingly delicious. Oh wait is it a lobster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4561770401804499653?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4561770401804499653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4561770401804499653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4561770401804499653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4561770401804499653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/excuse-me-are-you-imprint-of-departed.html' title='Excuse me, are you an imprint of a departed soul?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SlRmtg0PSPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuxc6tvMHHI/s72-c/00170m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-1270975444135232248</id><published>2009-07-07T20:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:27:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The trouble is, the other side can do magic too, Prime Minister.</title><content type='html'>Monochrome is the new bimbo. I know I only changed the blogskin 2 days ago, but today I looked at the past skin’s single dash of bright red and felt sick. FYI, the past skin was grey background, black words, with red navigations. But now, I seem to be allergic to the slightest dash of bright colour so monochrome and minimalism is yay. Even the icon of Rupert Grint when he was much cuter is monochrome. Colours and bimbonism is out of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was normal. LA was made up of a one-hour file check; History was normally entertaining and enjoyable; Math was more presentations; Malay was full of greetings and fluctuating pitches of voice; Chinese was sickeningly normal but attention was given throughout; In Art, I went to Paris for a Chanel fashion show and took 50 photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't upload a picture I found of a haute couture gown that looked very much like a shrimp and the beautiful, expensive and feathery Chanel tutu for Elena Glurdjidze of the English National Ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“G, I need to speak to you”……It’s too laaaaaaaaaate :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1270975444135232248?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1270975444135232248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1270975444135232248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1270975444135232248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1270975444135232248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/trouble-is-other-side-can-do-magic-too.html' title='The trouble is, the other side can do magic too, Prime Minister.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3367826787540273628</id><published>2009-07-06T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:18:31.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er, is this the new stand on elf-rights? You're going to make yourself puke instead?</title><content type='html'>O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Youth Day and stay-@-home day, plus ex-FOA rehearsal day. Sadly, FOA has been postponed. Postponed to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, really? Until the H1N1 flu virus decides to retire? Which will be who-knows when. Maybe there won’t be any FOA this year, and if H1N1 gets more serious next year, no Dance Night. (or Music Night or whatever concert night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched excerpts of Romeo and Juliet. But in ballet form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI9akyHz_wc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" width="200" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;       &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p57zOWQkrPo&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" width="200" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st vid: At the feast; you can see Romeo in the mask, Juliet, Nurse, and Rosaline.&lt;br /&gt;2nd vid: At Juliet’s tomb; Paris is killed by Romeo. Angel Corella (whoo!) as Romeo, Alessandra Ferri (double whoo!) as Juliet and an unknown Bryan Hewison as Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Gaynor Mindens (which apparently have already broken in shoes) are sold at the Orchard branch of Sonata but my Sanshas are clean and only used twice a week. Plus GM is expensive but they look really pretty and arch-defining you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not taking InterFound this year (or maybe, never), &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I can’t wait to see all the G6s fail it&lt;/span&gt;. Like seriously, I thought my class took it after G7 and a person with incredible technique, flexibility and arches like G only got an average score. Don’t kid me, man. I told you; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if I can’t get high marks, I want people to fail.&lt;/span&gt; Oh God, I’m as mean as a median. (lame!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my mother brought back some DVDs including Knowing and The Uninvited. Psychological thrillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed blogskin again. The original colour of this skin was red/yellow/brown/a disgustingly bright blue. So I only allow ONE bright colour and the rest shall be muted for I have shed off bimbonism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3367826787540273628?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3367826787540273628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3367826787540273628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3367826787540273628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3367826787540273628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/er-is-this-new-stand-on-elf-rights.html' title='Er, is this the new stand on elf-rights? You&apos;re going to make yourself puke instead?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-4367658877113859850</id><published>2009-07-03T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:38:30.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just sitting in the U bend thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head.</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's Friday. A 'long' weekend ahead of us, even those in performing arts, because due to H1N1, FOA has been postponed. No smiley face there. I was quite looking forward to performing Stalemate again and donning that uncomplimentary costume that makes you look fat (but again, our SYF costume is very creative). To add fuel to fire that CCA lovers are experiencing now, CCA is cancelled for the next week. Aw. I haven't done modern dance in...God knows how many days. H1N1 is a serious party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that leaves Monday free for me to do Biology revision/Expository essay/Lit.Circles work.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went down to the canteen, for the first time in 5 days, since school reopened. And I spent a grand total of $1.45 this week (not including school stuff like physic template and Malay textbook). Therefore I saved $18.55 this week :) good eh? I am planning to keep this up for quite a while more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did my Chinese story telling which I was, once again, a horrible square. I talk and dance like a square. Is there anything else that I am squarish at? Also had Math SIA presentation, screwed my Problem Statement #1 and got slightly jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCCG, communication with parents. I forgot to bring PCCG book but no one cared.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, we went to Cameroon Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;Physics, theory pretending to be lab/practical work.&lt;br /&gt;Math, presentation.&lt;br /&gt;History, no powerpoint slides but I always enjoy history.&lt;br /&gt;LA, Mrs Heng was going through Literature Circles in great detail which is good, but adolescents + an Internet connection + working computer = inattentiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 is getting more and more common in Singapore. It's so common that the MOH reccomends that if you suspect you have been infected with the H1N1 virus, do not panic. Just go to a polyclinic. Even you've got the H1N1 flu virus they WILL NOT PRESCRIBE Tamiflu to you. They'll just give you normal cough syrup and antihistamines, and I really know the meaning of this word without checking up :) anyway, you just rest at home now with cough syrups and flu pills etc. They don't even care if you've got the virus. They just treat it like normal flu. But please practice good personal hygiene and be saliva-unfriendly. I saw 2 sec ones sitting in the class-allocated tables but sharing bubble tea. The class tables are meant to control (sort of) the virus in small groups, that way people of different classes minimise their contact with other classes. Then I see two people sharing their bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like introduce all you readers to a new invention. P-boards! Not sure what they are? Read the advertisement below and find out how P-boards can greatly benefit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ever had problems with your unusually &lt;strong&gt;extensive knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;? Ever had experienced nasty scenarios where normal boards were unable to contain your fast-flowing &lt;strong&gt;thoughts and ideas&lt;/strong&gt;? Many girls feel that the normal 42cm x 30cm board sizes are unable to contain all their &lt;strong&gt;information.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, no worries, we are now introducing the new revolutionary ultra thin P-BOARDS! P-BOARDS are discreet and ultra thin, ultra compact and ultra cheap. What's more, they absorb your &lt;strong&gt;content and information&lt;/strong&gt; better than any other boards. Sizes are available in 59.4cm x 84.1cm and 84.1cm x 118.8cm. All products come with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grandejetes.blogspot.com is the official advertiser for this limited edition product.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I don't think that adequately explained the product to the readers but remember, I'm just advertising for P-BOARDS company, I'm not the actual inventor. In fact, I don't even use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that confused you but it was incredibly fun to do :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4367658877113859850?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4367658877113859850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4367658877113859850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4367658877113859850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4367658877113859850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-just-sitting-in-u-bend-thinking.html' title='I was just sitting in the U bend thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6367107988488249627</id><published>2009-07-01T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:08:51.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What d'you think Harry's going to do with his Firebolt - sweep the floor?</title><content type='html'>Today was not bad; school ended early, a lot of slack subjects. Physics theory under the pretence of lab today and hey, I actually understand physics! That is, for now. Mr Chia didn’t come today, plus it was raining; therefore no PE, WOO! We slacked around in class. Malay with Cikgu Hanim, Language Arts was finer than fine, Assembly/CCT was a short ‘talk’ with Cikgu Hanim, while the others suffered under the wrath of the…boring classroom. What did you expect me to say, hmm? I wonder if anyone really confessed to the teachers about all the ‘emo’ periods they’ve lived through. &lt;i&gt;“I can’t cope with homework, I’ve failed all my tests, I have to sleep at 3am every night, and I hate my CCA. I have an addiction to Facebook and computer games. My class sucks, teachers are stupid and biased, my siblings annoy me all the time and I shout at my parents everyday. I feel suicidal. I’m so EMO and I cry every morning in forests like Romeo.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I didn’t say that and none of that is true anyway. But the teachers can’t really believe that we are these angels who have happy, near-perfect (or maybe boring) lives. I mean, we clearly deserve a tick in all the boxes because I think everyone has a healthy life but seriously, we DO find people irritating. We DO quarrel with parents. We DO fail tests and quizzes. We DO disturb our siblings and call them names. However, there’s nothing big enough that I would like to confess to anyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will have ICT (hey you're talking to someone who can't find the 'forward' button on gmail), chinese dance (which I personally enjoy, as opposed to majority of 206), white space and math presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop hating so much on Twilight because I am indignant when people say Harry Potter is lame. Okay, not that big of a reaction but I suppose Twilight fans don’t like it when the handsome Edward Cullen is mocked. But I just can't live without making a dig at Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i didn't say that, aim your complains at Stephen King, one of the most respected and widely-read authors of his generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Hipchip Pomunk is officially attempting tennis now. In fact, she’s off for lessons today. Will this chubby cross between a rodent and a Hippopotamidae finally find her niche, not in ballet, but in tennis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, do I come across as mean and cold? My grandmother and father say I do. You know I’m actually this passionate and encouraging, warm and loving, blithesome and vivacious, kind and spirited person. Like, duh. And I’m incredibly modest okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6367107988488249627?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6367107988488249627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6367107988488249627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6367107988488249627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6367107988488249627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-dyou-think-harrys-going-to-do-with.html' title='What d&apos;you think Harry&apos;s going to do with his Firebolt - sweep the floor?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-4048072382864380677</id><published>2009-06-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:02:41.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't talk rubbish. There is no platform nine and three-quarters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was the first day of school and it was so normal, it's sickening. NOTHING EXCITING at all. I think I have been hoping for some kind of big event after the incredibly calm holidays were over but zilch is happening. No CCA, nothing outside academics, nothing. And no, temperature-taking is not exciting at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Returning to the subject of H1N1, why are there no more online reports? I can't find any today. I mean, since, I have been deprived from newspapers, but I insist I keep myself up to date with the situation here in Singapore as a responsible citizen. So I take it that first day of school, everything went well and there were no cluster infections. Yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd day of school tomorrow, I have lost my once-superb skills at packing the bag. Short hair is so convenient, I might even maintain it after FOA. Hmm? Or do I look horrid with short hair?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay welcome-hugs-wary, saliva-unfriendly, virus-immune and curly-short-hair-disgusted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4048072382864380677?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4048072382864380677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4048072382864380677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4048072382864380677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4048072382864380677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/point-of-this-post-is-to-express-my.html' title='Don&apos;t talk rubbish. There is no platform nine and three-quarters.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-5844429673341283972</id><published>2009-06-28T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:46:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love the new banner, even if I made it using a banner-making website and did not code it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya, school starts tomorrow and H1N1’s first wave will be as happy as ever. But to all those that are/were campaigning for holiday extensions, seriously, what is the use of an extension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like school either. I know that we are much much much more susceptible to the virus if we go to school. Does that mean we don’t go to school for 2 years and survive on e-learning for 2 years? Pandemics don’t drop down and die out in a few weeks; they can last for a few years. Singapore stopped school during the SARS outbreak, we only had 238 cases and 33 deaths; why can’t we stop school now? Well, H1N1 isn’t half as deadly. I know there are fatalities but people die from seasonal flu too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO estimates that the H1N1 flu pandemic will last for 2 years at the very least. The virus might not even be at its peak here, it’s actually ‘early in its evolution’. Are our 2009 June holidays going to last for 2 years after all? We are not experiencing severe community spread now; Singapore is still able, to some extent, isolate H1N1 clusters and quarantine people. The virus, at its peak, should be able to infect anyone who innocently walks out from his/her doorstep to buy lunch (or shopping). Of course, I hope that does not happen but MITIGATION phase, people. I’m such a government supporter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of H1N1 related segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I’ve been seeing on blogs, other than WE WANT EXTENSIONS!, is R.I.P Michael Jackson. I’m sure he was a great singer and dancer, the King of Pop and all that, he didn’t deserve to die young, but gosh. Since where were we MJ fans? Anyway, for your knowledge, Farrah Fawcett, an actress &amp;amp; sex symbol passed away on 25 June too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I’ve been reading snob blogs. Not sure what they are? Well, basically, they are blogs set up by Harvard/Cambridge/Oxford graduates who are more than just proud they graduated from a top overseas university. They refer to people like us, who speak occasional Singlish, who probably aim to graduate from NUS/NTU/SMU and are unable to find deep messages about the Dawn Yang/Xiaxue saga as ‘frogs’ and ‘peasants’. The frog blog has been since locked but the peasants one is still open! &lt;a href="http://theladymelissa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theladymelissa.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Actually I think it is rather entertaining to read. I don’t necessarily agree with peasant/chimpanzee-calling but it’s very funny and entertaining. It would be fun to churn out such posts if you have the language skills to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay saliva-free, virus-immune and personal-hygiene-practicing!&lt;br /&gt;Read some of those Harvard/Cambridge/Oxford grads blogs to improve your English. And if you like, use it to build up an elitist mindset as an NY girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5844429673341283972?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5844429673341283972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5844429673341283972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5844429673341283972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5844429673341283972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-will-penetrate-your-mind-with-absurd.html' title='He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3002733289050109052</id><published>2009-06-26T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:05:17.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER. (2)</title><content type='html'>Oh a second post for a day, something I don't really like to do because I don't like post-spamming. Or anything close to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a change of blogskin, that one only lasted for 3 days. What happened to the colourful tagboard? What happened to all the bright, neon, or even bimbotic colours? Well, hilaryh decided to shed off the bimbotic pretense (or at least for a while) and turn all grey and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Hanim called me yesterday (or was it wed) and asked if I was with Munshuen. Like, HUH? She said that someone told her that I was meeting up with Munshuen for a project that day. Erm, HELLO, I've not collaborated with Munshuen for any school projects. Even if anyone was purposely trying to throw Cikgu Hanim off her quest to contact Munshuen, name someone who is/has been grouped with Munshuen, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother came back with single-sided, laser-printed Chinese SIA, whoo. It's single-sided but it's not coloured paper...李老师 stressed on using coloured paper on single sides but not normal paper on single sides :) but anyway, single-sided looks nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did...the first question of linear graphs today and then got stuck on the second, hmph. Decided to continue tomorrow and on Sunday. Got distracted by 13 going on 30 and watched the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay healthy and ditch Ms. Saliva now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3002733289050109052?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3002733289050109052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3002733289050109052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3002733289050109052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3002733289050109052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-hello-can-you-hear-me-i-want-to_26.html' title='HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER. (2)'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-5070291823932573741</id><published>2009-06-26T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:07:56.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER.</title><content type='html'>I just wasted  1 and ½ hours cleaning up my table, window ledge and school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Chinese SIA last night, thank god. Now I’m just waiting for my mother to come back with it tonight, fantastically and freshly printed from a laser printer because the printer at home has lousy quality. Too lousy for Chinese SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Revision Booklet: Quadratic Graphs done! Just three questions left for Variations, 7 more for Trigonometry :D but linear graphs have been left untouched except for 5 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m quite pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went ‘shopping’ properly on Wednesday. I was reluctant to do so, though. My mother wanted to go to Orchard, Takashimaya because there was some kind of sale there? I didn’t want to go at first because I wanted to complete the Chinese SIA but I got encouraged to go because my parents noticed that apart from dance, school projects and outings with Hipchip Pomunk and them, I didn’t really go anywhere else. Oh well. So I went. But there was nothing there at the sale place because the whole area was so small anyway, however, expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ballet yesterday, did Advanced Foundation work. We were doing barre work until Ms. Jo decided that our arabesques lines were just too lousy for Advanced Foundation standard and tried to train our back leg extension. And usually training back extensions don’t just require flexibility, it also requires strength :( which I both lack compared to my ballet-buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, due to H1N1, CCA has been cancelled for the first week of school. So what about FOA?! We won’t have morning assemblies and check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schools will dedicate time on the first day of school for teachers to help students gain a better understanding of H1N1 and the situation in Singapore. &lt;/b&gt;Teachers will use the materials to educate their students and communicate to them the importance of their role in helping to slow down the spread of H1N1. &lt;b&gt;Recess will also be staggered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose the first day will be a little slack, and will provide sufficient talking time to do any last minute homework, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT H1N1 :D all of you better wash your hands frequently and most importantly, stop be so friendly to other people’s saliva. No saliva-friendly acts, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-5070291823932573741?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/5070291823932573741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=5070291823932573741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5070291823932573741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/5070291823932573741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-hello-can-you-hear-me-i-want-to.html' title='HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-1614898589403301099</id><published>2009-06-24T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:07:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.</title><content type='html'>There isn’t anything to post about, but I like writing crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1- FOA rehearsals cancelled! I realised that I can’t remember some SYF step combos already so I went to the dance blog and revised. Yay. H1N1 makes me scared to go out; but it’s not like I have any trouble staying at home all the time. And students that visited affected countries actually have LOA of seven days from 22 June. Anyway I don’t know why people are so worked up over MOH/MOE’s decision not to let students have an extra week of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I want it too and I understand that the start of the new school terms will probably bring about more cases, because everyday, you get 800 kids (or a lot more) in the same quadrangle/parade square/assembly point, plus teachers and admin staff etc. (My God, I’m not going to open my mouth during morning assembly, hah!) The number of cases will undeniably spike up with many students and staff having gone to affected countries and the possibility of them being carriers. (WHO estimates that one-third of any population will be affected, which means that for Singapore, there’s a possibility of one million being affected :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I suppose this is Singapore’s change from containment phase to mitigation. Prevention may be better than cure and I think many are sticking with that idiom. Be it because we want an extra week of holidays or whether we’re genuinely concerned with the spread of the H1N1 virus. People are bound to get infected anyway, with or without school; with or without home quarantine orders because we have such enriching social lives, we go out everyday. So what’s the point? It’s not as if you’re hiding in one corner of your house, wearing face masks and stuffing your mouth with Vitamins Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably sing a different song if I were to get infected though. (TOUCH WOOD!) and yes, I know I’m rather contradictory to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the quest to conquer Chinese SIA, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not do much this week but Chinese SIA. Hipchip Pomunk went to the Flyer to find her flying squirrel roots and the Science Centre though. I went to the NSC on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting soon, and this month seems to run by us faster than the Cullen family or Prof. Snape’s reflexes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1614898589403301099?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1614898589403301099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1614898589403301099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1614898589403301099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1614898589403301099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-look-stupid-snarled-uncle-vernon.html' title='&quot;Do I look stupid?&quot; snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2534032346517810897</id><published>2009-06-21T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:40:31.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella? What's that, an illness?</title><content type='html'>I need to finish CHINESE SIA asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently developed an obsession with Edward Cullen from Twilight. (OMG OMG OMG GASP!) No, it's not what you think. I've developed an obsession with Edward Cullen's gayness. It's terribly easy to make fun of Edward Cullen and the online community just proves my point. You go on YouTube and there are hundreds of Twilight parodies. I reccomend: Twilight High School Musical; Dimlight; Movies in Minutes: Twilight (nigahiga!). Go see :D if you're not that a rabid fangirl yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand that you shift your eyes to the right and check out that sparkling picture of (gasp!) edward cullen's (gasp!) new advert for MAYBELLINE. Prettier than Zhang Ziyi right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Harry Potter might just be as gay (Dumbledore is really gay, you know) but at least he doesn't sparkle. I've got a feeling that making fun of Twilight, or most importantly, Edward Cullen, might spawn even more comments than not-so discreet badmouthing. But I usually get zero tags in a day, so, no matter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2534032346517810897?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2534032346517810897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2534032346517810897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2534032346517810897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2534032346517810897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cinderella-whats-that-illness.html' title='Cinderella? What&apos;s that, an illness?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6381305478886847887</id><published>2009-06-19T10:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:37:08.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would we want to be prefects for? It'd take all the fun out of life.</title><content type='html'>Or councillors, in Nanyang's case. No, I'm sure councillors have loads of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello this is going to be another of those lame posts that are filled with complaining and lamenting, because I’m a sad negative moron. But it isn’t directed at anyone or anything, I’m just whining because I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 14th, Yuxin &amp;amp; Chermaine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A change of blogskin, although the old wood background has been/can be fixed. And yes, the tagboard is meant to be the disgustingly bright &amp;amp; blinding mess it currently is. It's so bimbotic, I love it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;So ballet yesterday was demoralising. Meet my new friend, the fantastic Merit for G8RAD ballet exam! And it’s fabulously average Merit at that. In my dance studio, being average just means you’re one of the worst. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Germaine and I went for ballet class yesterday. With all due &lt;u&gt;respect&lt;/u&gt; to her, I think I must have looked like a disaster next to her because it doesn’t really help if you’re pitting yourself against the dance-mate who has the strongest technique, best level of flexibility, strongest ankles, highest arches, highest level of pain endurance (she doesn’t wear toe pads, omg) and is probably smarter than everyone since she’s from the almighty RGS. (plus she looks insanely skinny) It sounds a bit sarcastic but I assure you that it is not, in case any ballet buddies chances upon my blog, which would probably never happen in our lifetimes. Sure, I’m envious but I can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that my square-ness/blocky-ness at modern dance is due to my inability to adapt from ballet to contemporary. &lt;u&gt;No, don’t scoff, my dear seniors and batchmates. &lt;/u&gt;I know what you all think. I am not a ballet snob because I do not think contemporary or hip hop or other styles of dance is inferior to ballet. I think contemporary is dreamily powerful (OXYMORON ALERT!) and very nice to watch, especially lyrical. And hip hop is very cool if everyone is synchronised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I remember asking Yuxin if my spiral-pirouette (from Apologise) was okay (because Rosanne earlier upgraded me to a cube) and she shrugged and said, “It is okay &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; it’s your style &lt;i&gt;mah&lt;/i&gt; still in the ballet world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAPE :O okay no. This has nothing to do with YX (please do not get offended) and I’m just saying that’s the impression I give people. Or at least a substantial amount of peeps. But it is untrue because my ballet technique is so bad, it probably doesn’t even look like ballet. Therefore it should only affect me minimally in other styles of dance, not turn me into a block/square/cube. I’m just a natural square/cube that doesn’t dance that well. Hey I bet Germaine has done a self-intro, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone awfully cheery reads this: Okay I will try to improve at dance. I will work my very hardest. I will set my goals and everything. And I will look back on this post and say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Hah, I’m the most supercalifragilisticexpialidocious dancer now! Beat that!” &lt;/span&gt;Ok, hahahaha, NO. That is not my goal. I have better, more suitable and short term goals. Like a really fundamental thing that I, along with few others, have not accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes of pointe + stupid weak feet = 3 stupid blisters.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I wear toe pads. Silicon ones, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not an emo post. You’d never find an ‘emo’ post around here because I manage to turn everything sad into smart-ass, sarcastic statements. Enjoy your time trying to find occasional hints of sadness, but you will never find full-fledged emo. But there’s a lot of angry and cynical comments here, help yourself to them. (please do not plagiarize though)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6381305478886847887?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6381305478886847887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6381305478886847887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6381305478886847887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6381305478886847887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-we-want-to-be-prefects-for.html' title='What would we want to be prefects for? It&apos;d take all the fun out of life.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3552002467433545071</id><published>2009-06-17T19:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:11:10.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about you and Lavender, thrashing about like a pair of eels all over the place?</title><content type='html'>Today was nice. I went out, hah! (for 5 hours, at that) although Chinese SIA is still this big, dark mass of Cumulonimbus clouds. I admit I got half of the former sentence from somewhere but it's completely unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspire 09’ HEARTBEAT NYMD- Apologise :D&lt;br /&gt;And pictures taken from NYMD batch blog because…I don’t have facebook so my only access to dance pics are when a random person decides to post a select few of them on blogs. Plus, I’ve never used an USB port cable in my life and don’t know how. I am telling the truth, 100%. The last pic is a bit weird but I want four pictures to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SjjXq9PKMQI/AAAAAAAAANA/6xOdMJBhRt4/s1600-h/apo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348261690495086850" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SjjXq9PKMQI/AAAAAAAAANA/6xOdMJBhRt4/s320/apo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SjjXqo12n5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0uVkOv3eqDI/s1600-h/apo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348261685020237714" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SjjXqo12n5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0uVkOv3eqDI/s320/apo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SjjXqFB5JiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ACmfN-oZVcs/s1600-h/apo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348261675407058466" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SjjXqFB5JiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ACmfN-oZVcs/s320/apo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Sjm918wD7UI/AAAAAAAAANI/shks6o82KGI/s1600-h/apo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348514767017602370" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Sjm918wD7UI/AAAAAAAAANI/shks6o82KGI/s320/apo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 229px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXprvi4BdAM&amp;amp;hl=" width="350" height="229" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3552002467433545071?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3552002467433545071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3552002467433545071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3552002467433545071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3552002467433545071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-about-you-and-lavender-thrashing.html' title='What about you and Lavender, thrashing about like a pair of eels all over the place?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SjjXq9PKMQI/AAAAAAAAANA/6xOdMJBhRt4/s72-c/apo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-4748243080746241765</id><published>2009-06-14T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:38:09.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U-NO-POO, the Constipation Sensation That's Gripping the Nation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why Are You Worrying about You-Know-Who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You SHOULD Be Worrying AboutU-NO-POO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the Constipation Sensation That's Gripping the Nation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long and lame post about a lot of different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTBEAT/Inspire’09 was great :D for Friday and good for Saturday. At least, I think so. Everyone said Apologise went really well and all. Like everyone else, I felt that Friday’s performance was better. The synchronization and the emotion on Saturday, I guess, had been used up on Friday. Or maybe it’s the novelty. Once you do it the second/third time, the feeling is gone. Like Cluster 6. But I think overall, we did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a series of sms-es with Yuxin in the afternoon. I wonder if I can put it up, hmm. I received this sms saying that she had a strong urge to join Facebook and asking me to quickly discourage her. Maybe because I’m a member of the fabulous NY Anti-Facebook club. Funny right? I told her how FB destroys your sense of security because your privacy gets invaded, through a lot different ways. Plus it serves as yet, another Internet distraction. ANTI-Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a total of 7 quadratic graphs today! I spent the whole afternoon on those curvy little things though. I wonder if AEP students have an easier time drawing graphs. ANTI-Math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about Twilight and I have a question. Are there any guys that like Twilight? There are an abundance of NY girls that have the whole series about Edward Cullen’s sparkly face but I haven’t seen any guys, be it from HCI or not, carrying Twilight books around. Alas, does Twilight only appeal to girls? Harry Potter doesn’t! ANTI-Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this will be the end of my anti-ness for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Etiquette of Gossiping: Continued. As everyone knows, this guide already contains 3 different techniques that are suitable to employ in your daily lives. And now there will be an introduction to a fourth one! Look pissed, mouth something to your friend and disappear to the toilet together. Look, you’re either angry because you’re unable to hold your pee or you want to talk bad about people. Just remember, toilet cubicles have even better ears than walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4748243080746241765?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4748243080746241765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4748243080746241765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4748243080746241765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4748243080746241765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-no-poo-constipation-sensation-thats.html' title='U-NO-POO, the Constipation Sensation That&apos;s Gripping the Nation!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2398708386169571738</id><published>2009-06-11T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:27:19.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome.</title><content type='html'>OK, that quote up there has nothing to do with anybody, other than Hermione Granger, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG I went out today and bought loads of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I didn’t. But I did go to PP for dinner and buy a grey shirt for Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need Salonpas(!) EH Apologize got a lot of neck-work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking about not-so Hilary things I’ve done since the last day of Semester 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 was to listen to Korean pop music. Yeah, I know a lot of people listen to K-pop because very often, you get someone squealing: “OMG, I love DBSK/Super Junior/some hot guy band!!! Don’t-know-what’s-his-name is so hot. (drools)” I’m not making fun of people, OK. It’s just funny sometimes :) everyone has fandoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wasn’t listening to Dogs Rising from the East (I heard Yuxin’s translation for the meaning of DBSK wrongly and it stuck) or Super Junior or a hot guy band. The music is very girly, so I’m sorry, no hot guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 was to read Gossip Girl. I’ve never watched an episode/read one of the novels from the series (until now) though. I went to the library to borrow Chinese books for Chinese SIA and English for leisure reading. I mean, it’s a bit pathetic once you’re reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for 2nd time this holiday, especially if you’re reading it everyday breakfast/lunch/dinner. So I borrowed a ton of Chinese books, Gossip Girl and 2 other more intelligent looking English books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to anyone who loves the novel series, but it really was just crap. The whole book was about sex appeal and in considerable amount of scenes, sex appeal minus the “appeal”. I guess it’s interesting to read about rich brats and how their Gucci purses match perfectly with Dior coats or whatever. I've never been a morally upright Atticus Finch but the sleeping around is a tad too unbelievable. I liked the GossipGirl.net interludes though. It must be interesting to have a gossip site about your peers :) all my criticisms, I’ve devoured 1 and a half books already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been rather predictable this June though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologize/HEARTBEAT/Inspire’09 dance performance tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2398708386169571738?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2398708386169571738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2398708386169571738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2398708386169571738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2398708386169571738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/excuse-me-i-dont-like-people-just.html' title='Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-225877088053410426</id><published>2009-06-09T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:59:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?</title><content type='html'>Hey. I went out for two consecutive days and that’s saying something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize prac @ 9am, formation, followed by Sec 3 scrutinising of movements, which was considerably more violent than the Sec 4s. Anyway, I &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt; NYMD will do great for HEARTBEAT, Inspire’09, with mention in brochures or without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch outing, lunch @ BBQ Chicken. Saw Renee (ballet) afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Si5ZRYCSPNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hN4pxXRFn8A/s1600-h/dance-subaru-hong-kong-poster-701x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307962780040402" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Si5ZRYCSPNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hN4pxXRFn8A/s320/dance-subaru-hong-kong-poster-701x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Subaru had ballet scenes, was nice, touching and inspiring, but since I’m constantly fighting for the title of critical b, I must say that there are some nit-picky ballet-related mistakes. Like the 4 drag queen swans were not wearing pointe shoes and therefore should not have made so much noise. And Liz Parks wore red pointe shoes for her DQ performance. Nobody wears coloured pointe shoes for classical ballet performances, OK! But I do understand that this movie doesn’t really focus on dancing but instead the inspiring journey of Subaru, the main girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Si5Y2Pyo6fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IdQDeQ0XEj8/s1600-h/Trock%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307496710466034" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Si5Y2Pyo6fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IdQDeQ0XEj8/s320/Trock%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See real dudes in tutus perform en pointe: Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo. ALL BATCHIES WHO LAUGHED AT THE DRAG QUEEN BALLET, THIS IS A MUST-SEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfKdC6SYcnM&amp;amp;hl=" width="200" height="145" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is cold; when everyone was sort of sniffling at the touching last part, I yawned thrice. Home afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday/Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Si5Y12obhfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3DQ5BBARJ9U/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_battle_of_the_smithsonian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307489956759026" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Si5Y12obhfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3DQ5BBARJ9U/s320/night_at_the_museum_battle_of_the_smithsonian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at the Museum 2 with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silence is in fact, jarring to the ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-225877088053410426?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/225877088053410426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=225877088053410426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/225877088053410426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/225877088053410426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-in-name-of-merlins-most-baggy-y.html' title='What in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Si5ZRYCSPNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hN4pxXRFn8A/s72-c/dance-subaru-hong-kong-poster-701x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-6983514713691262892</id><published>2009-06-06T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:54:23.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me like a ray of sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s the 150th post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to start on my Chinese SIA and book reports because I foresee I’ll be spending a lot a lot a lot of time on it, due to my once again, amazing Chinese prowess. Eek, awkward sentence phrasing. Hipchip Pomunk and my mother baked cupcakes today. Crazily sweet, like 2 cups of sugar for the base and 150g of sugar for the icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSPIRE/Heartbeat performance is coming up this week but what’s the costume? I don’t even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arts.inspire.sg/heartbeat.html"&gt;http://arts.inspire.sg/heartbeat.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SipmcM1Kp_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/55LAILOVg5s/s1600-h/bolshoi190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344196542495107058" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SipmcM1Kp_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/55LAILOVg5s/s320/bolshoi190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In addition, school troupes with outstanding SYF central judging results such as Nanyang Chinese Dance and Raffles Institution Junior College Modern Dance will bring you to a new dimension of grace and tranquility while effervescent Raffles Institution Junior College Street Dance and Hwa Chong Institution's Music and Dance Society will have you tapping your feet to the pulsating heartbeats.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, hey why does NYCD get a mention but not NYMD? Our SYF results also very outstanding you know! Yeah but I know NYCD has been a lot more consistent, getting the highest award every time, they’ve very strong technique and good flexibility, while NYMD, while having a lot of good dancers too, just gets pulled down by people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if NYCD and RJC’s modern dance represent grace and tranquillity, and RJC’s street dance and HCI’s music &amp;amp; dance represent liveliness and youth, (I’m guessing they’re all doing their SYF piece, since NYCD’s dances are not all graceful and tranquil) what does NYMD’s Apologise mean? &lt;em&gt;“The guests will feel a sense of nostalgia and be reminded of an apology-gone-wrong, how they could not swallow that pill called pride and now, how they regret it.”&lt;/em&gt; Nice, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to blog everyday you know. I wonder why some people find it a chore, even though they’ve switched on their computer (because they’ve got facebook &amp;amp; msn &amp;amp; a lot of other distracting applications). It’s like a journal without all the paper and ink. I wonder if it reduces your carbon footprint, since you don’t use the paper. But you do use electricity, hmm? It’s like LA journal but you get to write about more interesting things than your thoughts on Mississippi Burning or Scout’s behavioural habits. It’s fun okay. Yeah I’m impossibly N.E.R.D.Y. and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to step into a movie theatre on Monday with batchmates. Wow. I thought I’d never get to see a movie screen for the whole of the holidays but I’m going to! I’m like this Amish that blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6983514713691262892?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6983514713691262892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6983514713691262892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6983514713691262892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6983514713691262892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/hit-me-like-ray-of-sun.html' title='Hit me like a ray of sun.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/SipmcM1Kp_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/55LAILOVg5s/s72-c/bolshoi190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-468078985459252846</id><published>2009-06-05T12:58:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:29:51.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not do any work today.</title><content type='html'>If I didn’t go for ballet yesterday, I could have stayed in the house for one whole week, like quarantine for H1N1, you know, since dance has been cancelled for today. I guess that just makes me safer than anyone of YOU from H1N1, since I've never gone to crowded places this week. But I did go for ballet anyway. We tried double pirouettes en pointe but I can’t do it unless I cheat. But I’ve realised how much breaking in the pointe shoes make a difference because my arches en pointe look much better after I did some major bending of the shoes. I am beginning to doubt my standard of ballet, compared to my ballet classmates. I mean, there's this girl, she hasn't even attained Merit before. Why? Because there's only space for a Distinction in her portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I should start having some kind of healthy eating regime because holidays make you fatter, since there are no councillors to catch you eating (because that deters you). So now we're free to eat snacks and whatever. So I'm introducing a HilaryH healthy eating course which I am going to follow but I highly doubt anyone will care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Assuming that you're awake for 16 hours per day, drink 1 cup of water every 2 hours, it makes 8 cups in 16 hours. Do not drink any sugary drinks and limit yourself to Milo or fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat more during proper meals and do not eat snacks, especially if you're not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Hey, I went out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-468078985459252846?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/468078985459252846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=468078985459252846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/468078985459252846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/468078985459252846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-didnt-go-for-ballet-yesterday-i.html' title='I did not do any work today.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-4767774117123518105</id><published>2009-06-03T15:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:22:24.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happytreefriends.</title><content type='html'>I hope the happytreefriends song shocked/annoyed you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very bored.&lt;br /&gt;Very very very bored.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t gone out of the house since Monday, you know. That’s quite an accomplishment. Anyway I’ve got to live up to my reputation as an anti-social bitch/pig so I’m not really complaining, just whining. They are not really the same thing, are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t done much homework actually, was planning to complete history essay today but went and watched Happy Tree Friends and until ep3 of Full House korean drama as recommended. But by this rate, I will probably need another form of Happy Tree Friends and more Korean drama recommendations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4767774117123518105?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4767774117123518105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4767774117123518105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4767774117123518105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4767774117123518105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/happytreefriends.html' title='happytreefriends.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3849913848315369286</id><published>2009-06-01T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:45:31.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face it, we're extra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;because i like confirmations, a simple reply or full blown crap. say hello to possessiveness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I haven’t really been sticking to my PDA because up till now, I still haven’t started on my history essay. But some people haven’t started on their holiday homework at all because they’re going out everyday so I think I totally deserve the title of ultimate nerd/no lifer. YAY! Congratulate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dance at incredibly early time of 0700, even earlier than on actual school days. Did Apologise and hope we improved, through the perfecting of movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ballet in the evening; pointe was easy peasy compared to Advanced Foundation pointe work. But I am unable to get up totally on my box :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on Math Revision Booklet, I don’t really want a repeat of the Revision Booklet issue this term. No selective revision, thank you very much. Completed my art painting but it’s not a Tropical Savannah landscape anymore, it’s Temperate Grasslands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today/Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dance at 0930, Liulaoshi came and made changes to Apologise. Now it’s really different and a lot more exaggerated. Ended at 1300, exceeded timing by 30 minutes. Went up to music lab to complete music project, Gennie is really amazing :D rearranged/changed/added lyrics here and there, didn’t really dare to touch the track due to my fantastic musical ability, with the exception of one note. No seriously, I only added one note and took away three from the music track. The Macs are going to taken away tomorrow and replaced with new ones so attention all those that only saved on the computer desktops, save a back up copy on a thumbdrive or in your email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-do list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Chinese file.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese book list.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;LA file (aha, I'm going to make everyone fail their LA file check by my list of LA notes :D) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. History essay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese SIA.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese book report 3.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;TR1.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;s&gt; TR2.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Math Revision Booklet.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;s&gt;Music. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;Art painting. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;s&gt; LA reflection. &lt;/s&gt;print!&lt;br /&gt;13. Read Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;14. Geography workbook.&lt;br /&gt;15. REVISE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3849913848315369286?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3849913848315369286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3849913848315369286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3849913848315369286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3849913848315369286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/06/face-it-were-extra.html' title='Face it, we&apos;re extra.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-974112034638868639</id><published>2009-05-29T21:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:38:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU BIMBO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbaticals were boring. Completed my ballerina music box without music. Now she’s not doing pirouettes anymore, she’s doing courus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet was horrid because Advanced Foundation work is impossibly difficult. Eg. &lt;em&gt;Rond de jambe en l'air&lt;/em&gt;, 2 singles, 2 doubles consecutively. Double&lt;em&gt; pirouettes&lt;/em&gt; for both &lt;em&gt;en dehor&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;en dedans&lt;/em&gt;. Pointe work is worse; I have two almost-blisters after like 20 min of pointe. &lt;em&gt;Arabesques en pointe&lt;/em&gt; suck. And I have decided not to take InterFound after all because the exam’s near EOY period and there’s “streaming” next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye Semester 1, hello June holidays. Holidays are going to more work, less play. I’ve recently developed a thirst/crave for studying/mugging because there’s nothing to do at home anyway. And I’ve decided not to take InterFound not just because I missed the deadline for the application form but because I don’t like the syllabus, I don’t like the class, my pointe work sucks and I’d much rather rot at home or go for recreational classes. To hell with InterFound/Advanced Foundation, I like studying now :DD haha okay not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I always feel hungry nowadays; I don’t know why. Maybe my body’s making up for my two weeks of ‘dieting’. Ok, I wasn’t dieting I just wasn’t hungry all the time. I only ate 1 lunch in 5 days! And now I’m always hungry, you won’t believe the amount of food I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Training comes to an end now hooray. It wasn’t as bad as I expected but I think I’ve had enough of the Chinese language to last me the whole of the month of June. &lt;em&gt;Felt hungry at 9.30am. &lt;/em&gt;Basic Electronics, I did a really sloppy presentation of my sloppy display ornament dancer thinggum. &lt;em&gt;Felt hungry at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern dance was at the rooftop hall today; very very very hot. Ms Goh read out the judges' comments on SYF dance. Didn’t do the props choreo at all, instead did some exercises, then did Apologise. Slept like an adorable swine on the bus :D haha. &lt;em&gt;Felt hungry at 7.00pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back report books today, like usual, the comments made by the form teacher are always not-so-true and they only provide a superficial outlook. Plus Mrs Heng spelt my name wrongly. I’m not a Hillary, I’m a Hilary. May I emphasise her role as our form teacher. If you have mean grade for every single subject, your MSG is: 1.66 (recurring 6), that’s a really low MSG for average. My MSG doesn’t seem that good huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June holidays are here, I think I can sleep more now yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-do list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Chinese file.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese book list.&lt;br /&gt;3. LA file (aha, I'm going to make everyone fail their LA file check by my list of LA notes :D)&lt;br /&gt;4. History essay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese SIA.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese book report 3.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;TR1.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;s&gt;TR2.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Math Revision Booklet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Music.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;Art painting. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;s&gt;LA reflection.&lt;/s&gt; print!&lt;br /&gt;13. Read Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;14. Geography workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plan the Day Ahead (PDA)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish art painting; tuition; ballet; start on history essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me attempting to portray an image of a nerd, I thought I'd try to coordinate my behavior with my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-974112034638868639?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/974112034638868639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=974112034638868639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/974112034638868639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/974112034638868639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-bimbo.html' title='YOU BIMBO!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-2839012990469699945</id><published>2009-05-27T16:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:43:55.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love bi-polar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;running out of words to say; a comfortable silence too many. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Shz7QqqSz2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/CQgIQw0FYiU/s1600-h/DSC01692[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340419521902727010" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Shz7QqqSz2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/CQgIQw0FYiU/s320/DSC01692%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://romantiqu-e.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://romantiqu-e.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only photo from CW6 day where I don't look mildly retarded. Our hand signs say 206, hmm. we're acting like we actually love 206. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First H1N1 case in Singapore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/wtMostRead/idUSTRE54Q0EK20090527"&gt;http://www.reuters.com/article/wtMostRead/idUSTRE54Q0EK20090527&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream in terror peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Training is getting boring progressively. Everyone was restless and incredibly bored during today’s lesson, especially the first half. Basic Electronics is getting more interesting progressively. Today we were supposed to work on our project; I made a pirouette-ing ballerina using red foam and the cardboard from foolscap paper. And I’m done! Tomorrow’s Basic Electronics can be spent doing homework or stoning. Sabbaticals induce you to eat more. I don’t know why but it does for me. That is not ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do list&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chinese file&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese book list.&lt;br /&gt;3. LA file (aha, I'm going to make everyone fail their LA file check by my list of LA notes :D)&lt;br /&gt;4. History essay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese SIA.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese book report 3.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;TR1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;TR2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Math Revision Booklet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Music.&lt;br /&gt;11. Art painting.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;LA reflection. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;print!&lt;br /&gt;13. Read Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet is crazy. I couldn't get past the second page because you have to keep checking the meaning of the old English to modern English. It's impossible to get engrossed in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-2839012990469699945?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/2839012990469699945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=2839012990469699945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2839012990469699945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/2839012990469699945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-bi-polar.html' title='Love bi-polar.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxG72ryquE/Shz7QqqSz2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/CQgIQw0FYiU/s72-c/DSC01692%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759970784402548652.post-1221141829904204468</id><published>2009-05-26T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:13:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Wrongly Accused Bimbo.</title><content type='html'>Today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking of CA1 marks in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Final CA1 marks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts (A1) x2&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese (B3)&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities (A1)&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Mathematics (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Sciences (A1)&lt;br /&gt;MSG: 1.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Training was significantly more boring because there was less class participation and more talking. But I still like the external vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Electronics was significantly less boring because there was more practical work and almost no theory at all. But I still don’t like the external vendor because he released me (one of) last even though I finished clearing up the same time as everyone else. He walked past my table but didn’t signal for me to leave, excuse me. I just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m skipping ballet for no valid reason again, just because I don’t like majors’ work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DISC Hall of Slackers shall be continued. If you would like contribute a new slacker type, just tag. Comments will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be repetitions of Slacker types; for example, there might be 2 DC slackers but only the acronyms are alike, the meaning is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC: Input Champion Slacker. This slacker is usually a combination of Input Champion and another subtype, usually Invisible Cloak or Doesn’t Capitalise or Substantially Disinclined. In the first place, the project was group work. However, due to the looming deadlines, you, as a hard worker, couldn’t bear to see your SIA/project marks go down the drain because the slackers won’t get their butt off their chair in time for the deadline. Therefore, you complete the project yourself. Next, you ask for some valuable input from the slackers, thinking that editing was the least they could do. They reply your email/sms saying, “It’s very good.” Nothing else. That’s all. That’s their valuable input, therefore they truly deserve the title of Input Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HilaryH is looking for a new topic to write about! Submit your idea for a new topic to her ears, please and thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-do list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese file.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese book list.&lt;br /&gt;3. LA file (aha, I'm going to make everyone fail their LA file check by my list of LA notes :D)&lt;br /&gt;4. History essay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese SIA.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese book report 3.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;s&gt; TR1.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;s&gt;TR2.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Math Revision Booklet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Music.&lt;br /&gt;11. Art painting.&lt;br /&gt;12. LA reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1221141829904204468?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1221141829904204468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1221141829904204468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1221141829904204468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1221141829904204468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/tale-of-wrongly-accused-bimbo.html' title='The Tale of the Wrongly Accused Bimbo.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-4225220377587873935</id><published>2009-05-25T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:41:42.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's winter but I want summer.</title><content type='html'>Start of sabbaticals week. Sec 2 sabbaticals are all lessons in the classroom kind, except bonzai. There’s hip hop dance choice for Sec 3 sabbaticals :) even if I’m a square dancer. And I don’t mean line dancing -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Training was surprisingly better than what I had expected it to be. The external vendor is from Mediacorp, some host of those shows that promote the Chinese language. But she’s much better than what I had imagined; she's not an old hag that wears flowery, grandmother clothing who has this fantastic ability to drag time. (I’m not directing or targeting anyone here, in fact, I’m stereotyping. Believe it or not.) So Speech Training doesn’t seem that bad now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Electronics was plain boring at first. The guy was talking about all the different components of a basic/simple electronic device I think. I almost slept. But I know TPY doesn’t even care about your conduct during sabbaticals because I was so bored I took out my TR1 and completed 1 whole question. Soldering was fun; I like the little blob of melted metal thing. But I still don’t like Basic Electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance today was quite slack; we did improvisation/self choreography. It was a very light-hearted and fun session, really. A lot of batchmates/seniors totally loosened up, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need/want something to write stupid articles to write about. I write best when I take an offensive stand so tell me something scandalous ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the most undiplomatic person on Earth because I like to shift blames and take aggressive stances :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking of CA1 marks tomorrow ;D yay finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's unexpectedly cold today, temperatures drop to negative numbers. It just gets chilly around here, a happening as random as an extra 21st chromosome. I don't like the unpredictable, I don't like Cumulus Clouds. Cirrus Clouds, please. They didn't visit us today. I hope they come tomorrow. Today we experienced an avalanche, what will tomorrow bring? Sunshine, drizzles or snow storms?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-do list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese file.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese book list.&lt;br /&gt;3. LA file (aha, I'm going to make everyone fail their LA file check by my list of LA notes :D)&lt;br /&gt;4. History essay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese SIA.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese book report 3.&lt;br /&gt;7. TR1.&lt;br /&gt;8. TR2.&lt;br /&gt;9. Math Revision Booklet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Music.&lt;br /&gt;11. Art painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-4225220377587873935?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/4225220377587873935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=4225220377587873935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4225220377587873935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/4225220377587873935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-winter-but-i-want-summer.html' title='It&apos;s winter but I want summer.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-504893367888931943</id><published>2009-05-23T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:22:37.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QianHong</title><content type='html'>Am tired from yesterday and today. Term 2 Week 9 is over, lessons are over. There's only sabbaticals next week which deserve the title of freshest seafood from Marina Bay yet.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cluster 6 was yesterday; LoA didn't even start from 9.45am, it started right after morning assembly. I'm such a nerd, I didn't want to miss class. Plus, I have a nerd hairstyle now. Anyway, shared the dance studio w/ chinese dancers. Practiced for a bit, ate, put make up, ate, wore costume, went to UCC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much to say about the other schools' performance except they totally made us appreciate NYCD so much more. I think our performance was okay; apparently some unknown family behind my mother said NYMD was quite good :D NYCD is/probably was fab, to tell the truth. Got back at about 10.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9am today, NY open house. Not many people came, due to PSL and unknown reasons. Shared studio with chinese dancers again. We were grossly outnumbered by NYCD. Left at about 12.20 for tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to bask in CA1 sunshine from overall, Cirrus Clouds, for a while :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-do list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bio quiz on Monday sabbaticals break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Chinese file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Bio SIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Copy history notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Chinese SIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Chinese book report 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. TR1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. TR2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Math Revision Booklet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. LA file. (aha, I'm going to make everyone fail their LA file check by my list of LA notes :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. History essay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tyvm steph for the homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-504893367888931943?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/504893367888931943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=504893367888931943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/504893367888931943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/504893367888931943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/qianhong.html' title='QianHong'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-8234030603685943956</id><published>2009-05-21T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:27:58.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluster 6</title><content type='html'>I snip-snipped my hair for Cluster 6 and the other performances(?). Now it's a concave bob. Nice and modern looking when blown dry at the salon, nerdy after it gets washed at home like everybody else's hair, because my hair sticks out in every direction possible. OMGOMGOMG I lost my bimbo hairstyle :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back LA (!)and History mark sheets today. Now only left Geography before I can calculate my final MSG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math-71% A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese-68% B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science-81% A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lang Arts-77% A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History-about 72% (+ Geog?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a big hoo hah today recess about the finale results of American Idol, Season idk. I don't watch American Idol but I do know Adam Lambert is gay and Kris Allen is boring. Even Mrs Heng knew about it and attempted to link American Idol to LA. Eh, since when I'm so uncool man, don't know about all this teenage/fangirl crazes. Korean dramas and Harry Potter FTW :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cluster 6 performance tomorrow, NYMD btfabtao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-8234030603685943956?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/8234030603685943956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=8234030603685943956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8234030603685943956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/8234030603685943956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/cluster-6.html' title='Cluster 6'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6369851497918036800</id><published>2009-05-20T18:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:53:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you catch one yet?</title><content type='html'>CSM: Catch Sexy Males. Did you manage to grab hold of any hot sexy cute guys? If not, don’t despair, there’s still next year. Remember the three golden rules: fold your skirt, check your hair and squeeze yourselves into any available space near guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, CSM wasn’t that exciting for me. I must sound like a despo/nerd/geek/no-life/jealous of bimbos. Got there later than 7, the class was already at the NY tent, Siqi saved a space for me. Started doing Math SIA logbook, it’s almost done, just left the rest of the labelling that we failed to complete. Some people saw us doing SIA but no one offered to help :( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;YAY SIQI AND I FINISHED THE WHOLE MATH SIA LOGBOOK OURSELVES, &lt;u&gt;WITHOUT ADVICE OR HELP FROM ANYONE ELSE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we also almost finished qns 1 and qns 3 plus abstract/terminology.&lt;/strong&gt; Happy: D we totally maximised our time today, I didn’t move my butt off that space for 3 hours, didn’t buy anything to eat either. Instead, I acted like a nerd/math pro and did 5 questions of TR1. I’m such a no lifer, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short skirts + hot weather + partially forced cheering + a giant ratio increase in the number of guys around me to the number of girls = CSM. And I think this equation will be applicable to every year of CSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahem, went out for a nice lunch woohoo ;D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Cluster6 full-dress, performance on Friday, I don’t like the LoA. Must miss Science and History and Math. I won’t be in school to chiong Math SIA on Friday recesses/lunches too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate slackers. I admit that I’m not a hardworking/crazy little mugger all the time but I hate it when they &lt;em&gt;pretend.&lt;/em&gt; What? You didn't see? You didn't know? Elephant poo. Some don’t even pretend; they’re not afraid to hide it. Parasite alert! ISDC-ID-SD combined is as scary as hell; they’re almost in a class of their own. Yeah, slackers go on and unite. Do projects together and fail them together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6369851497918036800?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6369851497918036800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6369851497918036800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6369851497918036800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6369851497918036800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-you-catch-one-yet.html' title='Did you catch one yet?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-3444892025471998234</id><published>2009-05-19T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:56:50.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed a girl...under a jacket!</title><content type='html'>I think I am scarily starting to acquire ISDC slacker symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back some CA1 results; A1 for Science (although I don’t know what was the separate Chemistry marks about), A2 for Math (UNBELIEVABLE. I know almost everyone got an A1 but I don’t care. It’s A2! I’ve only gotten B4 for Math before!), B3 for Chinese (got pulled down by worksheets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m happy about Math :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng returned us the Nightwalker compre today, thank goodness. I thought she wanted to keep it as a souvenir of 206’09. I thought I did well (16) until I learnt about the highest mark. Gah, competitiveness sets in some time or another but well done you LA pro:DD i’m not being a over-achiever/competitive freak okay, if I were, I would be bawling my eyes out about Math now. Can’t wait for the rest of the marks; good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have CSM aka Catch Sexy Males. I don’t seem to have any memories of 2008’s CSM except HCI’s band and that it was stupidly hot. Nothing about the actual events. And the heat will probably be unbearable tomorrow, because since when was Singapore’s weather ever comfortably cool? Councillors will insist we cheer; we probably won’t want to. I’m already missing Bio on Friday; I don’t want to miss another Science lesson to Catch Sexy Males ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sucked my nametag into the vacuum cleaner, but got it out after some rummaging into the vacuum cleaner dust-bag. My nametag deserves a run in the washing machine now but it didn’t. I just rinsed it using the kitchen tap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my entries have become innocent aka boring again.&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, we’re not planning to catch sexy guys tomorrow; we’re going for sports meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-3444892025471998234?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/3444892025471998234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=3444892025471998234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3444892025471998234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/3444892025471998234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-kissed-girlunder-jacket.html' title='I kissed a girl...under a jacket!'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6952400774886754558</id><published>2009-05-18T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:40:50.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and put your money where your mouth is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Block Test 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts: 22/30 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 78.5/110 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Math: 42/60 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 28/40 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Humanities: 34/43 (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got back LA papers today which were disappointing. Before I go off and wail about cumulonimbus clouds, I would like to say: &lt;em&gt;Don’t come and say that I got an A2, it’s so good already, and I still complain about it publicly to show off how wonderful I am at the subject.&lt;/em&gt; Because I didn’t get an A1 for Math like 99% of the cohort did, so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a really fine line between addressing an issue and ranting. While I usually would like to think that I address issues on my blog, I shall rant today :D And there is a enormously thick line between ranting intelligibly and logically and ranting in an uncouth manner. I choose the uncouth. WALAO THE TEACHER CAN JUST GIVE ME 0.5 MARK MORE THAN I GET AN A1 LEH. JUST A PUNY 0.5 MARK! THEN NEVER GIVE COMMENTS, NEVER GIVE RUBRICS, NEVER TELL WHY I GET THIS MARK. STUPID STUPID STUPID. That’s all. You won’t get to see uncouth language here for quite sometime I hope, so give yourselves sometime to relish in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had drama during lunch today; we jumped from 3rd group to present to 1st. We had better get some marks for such punctual submission of prompt copy, okay. Was hungry like madness because there was nothing for breakfast again. I bet you I was hungrier than Mrs Heng on meeting days. Mr Ng was angry because no one did prompt copy (except us!) so he dismissed us 15 minutes early. Thus had time to eat biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was painting with watercolours = disaster. Chinese did 4 Chinese summaries; CCT had a cheering session to “prepare us for CSM because we have to beat HCI”. We once again, displayed how we were a bunch of unenthusiastic, unpatriotic girls who always look bored, however, with a few oddities here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was in the dance studio; hence vast difference in attitude towards cca. Karyan: “So hot!” Me: “But it’s fun.” Sadly, you’ll only get those kinds of replies from me when dance is in air-conditioned rooms. They’re having re-auditions for Apologise, attempted to learn the dance. Sec Ones were perfecting the movements for the new combo. Also did grande battements, grande jetes &lt;3, sliding exercise, 3 count and moonwalker :D fun. And to round the day off, we did SYF Stalemate revision for Cluster 6, which is on Friday. Getting LoA, noooo! I can’t afford to miss Science/Math/History. We’re behind time for Science; I actually enjoy History because it’s interesting and fun; I suck at Math. I can’t/don’t want to miss any of these; why can’t I miss PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into some shit sabbaticals: Speech Training. Expected, really. So now I have to go learn how to speak in Chinese fluently for one week, YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6952400774886754558?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6952400774886754558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6952400774886754558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6952400774886754558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6952400774886754558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/shut-up-and-put-your-money-where-your_18.html' title='Shut up and put your money where your mouth is.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-1953866939403131368</id><published>2009-05-15T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:15:46.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're hot then you're cold;</title><content type='html'>I’ve actually run out of topics for qianbian articles because today was mundane and boring, except for dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with PCCG; talked about stress relief. But there’s already the fabulous HilaryH’s Guide to Stress Relief which only involves two simple steps that already come naturally to us anyway. Art involved repetitive drawings of patches of grass and cirrus clouds :D PE was volleyball again but it’s the end of the module yay. Bio SPA is potentially screwed elephant poo. Spent lunch at music lab with Gennie, our almost completed song could not open on all the computers. I think the file’s too big. Freak. Stupid idiot dumbass computers. But I hope we don’t need an extension because so far, individual extensions haven’t given me a good feeling. Language Arts saw 3 groups present; one group left, don’t know when Mrs Heng is planning to let them present. LA paper still hangs in the mist; it successfully gives us a feeling of depth, using overshadowing and hazing. Super late for Chinese lesson but Lilaoshi was almost disappointingly calm and cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the day where the steps of HilaryH’s Guide to Stress Relief must be employed to let off steam. This is to ensure that you have an enjoyable and un-stressful weekend. Dance was fun; did a lot of recaps/modifications from dances we did like last June. Still got corrected/criticised for my square and not-full-out dancing. But I do full out okay. I still remember Mabel telling me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hilary you don't look like you're doing full out but I think you're doing full out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then tell me how to look like I'm doing full out leh. I think to do modern dance; we all have to be squiggles. I don’t want to be a square, I want to be a squiggle too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some idiots on the bus today. First was some stupid XXX international school girl, the bus was so crowded but she took one seat to put her books. She didn’t even want to sit down; she was standing up but her precious books needed a seat. Not that I’m complaining because I insist I must sit down but wth. Second was some woman who thought that she deserved an extra seat (the priority seats at that) because she was so fat, there was simply no space to put her bag. Excuse me; I don’t care whether you’re too fat to squeeze into one bus seat, other people need/want to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy because it’s Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy because there are multiple piles of elephant poo.&lt;br /&gt;Still unsure because of the “Hot n’ Cold” scenario, ambiguity and yet another overdose of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a topic to write about. And this is a special shout out to all the non-tagging readers: HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODO:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Tuition hw&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Math SIA&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Math Written Task&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Biology SIA&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Science file&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Math file&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;Chinese Newspaper WS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Attempt history questions&lt;br /&gt;9. Music SIA (SHIT YOU, MUSIC LAB COMPUTERS)&lt;br /&gt;10. Chinese SIA&lt;br /&gt;11. Write an article to improve my writing skills.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filing for Math is seriously demoralising and depressing, especially when you have to collate the marks for quizzes. I was writing 4/10, then another 4/10, followed by a 3/10. Oh man, there isn't even a grade for 3/10. It's below F9. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-1953866939403131368?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/1953866939403131368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=1953866939403131368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1953866939403131368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/1953866939403131368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-hot-then-youre-cold.html' title='You&apos;re hot then you&apos;re cold;'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6259351881842264038</id><published>2009-05-14T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:25:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid monkey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While this post will not be cringe-worthy innocent, it carries relatively little gossip content; however some wonderful people have this ability to turn the most innocent and cute little puppy into a full-fledged laughing evil hyena. They do it by the power of……magic. Don’t you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall now post about the day’s happenings, if you came to quench your thirst for some scandal, you don’t have to read this part. You can carry on re-reading and analysing the first paragraph and talk about it in your little cliques in school. Say hello to the nice swine style ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had geography quiz/assignment, first question was screwed shit but the rest was not bad. Look, blogging even helps me with Geography clouds revision! Chinese did comprehension again. Went to the dance studio to retrieve my pretty costume from my secret hiding place because it’s seriously too risky for it to go missing 6 days before Cluster performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was trigonometry again but with a hands on activity that required students to walk around the school and stare up at tall objects. White Space got chased out of the classroom, made to share 207’s classroom and some people looked unhappy that their class got invaded. Well, hello ally class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t even do drama; Mr Ng insisted he told us about costumes and all but I swear he didn’t. So going to go as 3rd group next Monday, middle group; the safest position. Lang Arts. Mrs Heng said she would return us our papers soon, like tomorrow or next week, yay! The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA at dance studio, was supposed to practice SYF for Cluster. Ended at 3.15pm, joined hardworking Gennie at music lab. Her compositions were super good :D but I think I contributed one pathetic note to the music. But I formatted one line of the lyrics. Erm. I’m just probably in self denial, trying to redeem myself. NAPFA, IPUs was surprisingly okay! Still got sweaty palms though. Everything else was also fine. Lingli asked me to wait for her to walk to the bus stop, then her bus came so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I think I’m slacking. I think I’m going to turn myself in, to the Slacker Police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really sorry because I don’t think before I say things to you. I’m cowardly, seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I can't upload the nice Korean OST songs from imeem to here because imeem has become stingy and only allows 30-seconds promo versions to be embed. Stupid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/Stupid Bio SPA tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6259351881842264038?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6259351881842264038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6259351881842264038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6259351881842264038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6259351881842264038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-monkey.html' title='Stupid monkey.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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-759970784402548652.post-6170147266183694597</id><published>2009-05-13T17:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:18:30.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite.</title><content type='html'>I think I have an elitist mindset. &lt;em&gt;By the way,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don’t target, I write for the masses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be so awfully innocent, it’ll make you cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure because of ambiguity and an overdose of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed because Mrs Heng didn’t return Cirrus/Cumulus.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous because that means we have to do LA presentation soon.&lt;br /&gt;Indignant/angry/shocked at some outrageous, thick skinned people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve turned into like the rabid fangirl sorts; I’ve actually listened to my Korean drama’s OST on imeem. That’s almost scary :O I swore I wouldn’t watch Korean or Japanese dramas and look what happened. But I have successfully abstained from Jap dramas since I was born :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had culture test today, hope I passed because I miraculously memorised 11/15 of the 名句 during lunch, with a few wrongly written characters here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs was some chicken nuggets oil comparison thing, I searched Chicken Nuggets on Wikipedia; there’s even a controversy on McNuggets because some guy mass-murdered 21 people and his wife claimed that he ate too many McNuggets and all the chemicals inside the food affected his mental health. Yeah, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama is utter crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;strong&gt;The Return of The Language Arts Papers&lt;/strong&gt; will be screened soon. I would like all my lame quotes/names/text to stay here too, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OTHER THAN ME, ONLY YUXIN AND KARYAN ARE AWARE OF MY COSTUME'S WHEREABOUTS. PRAY IT'S STILL THERE. STUPID DANCE STUDIO STORE ROOM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759970784402548652-6170147266183694597?l=grandejetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/feeds/6170147266183694597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759970784402548652&amp;postID=6170147266183694597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6170147266183694597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759970784402548652/posts/default/6170147266183694597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandejetes.blogspot.com/2009/05/elite.html' title='Elite.'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279903962030518016</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>
