<?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-7859228866962907474</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:13:34.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one, yi, ichi, uno, satu...1</title><subtitle type='html'>English, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, Malay...Numeral</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-8958629735501266876</id><published>2009-04-18T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:50:33.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History test is OVER!</title><content type='html'>Hurray the long-awaited, long-prepared-till-almost-die-of-exhaustion, long-prayed-from-gods-all-around-the-world history test is finally over! Okay this news is outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;There's still the much-hated-to-the-core-especially-for-deaf-eared-me HMP blk test next week!&lt;br /&gt;And the extremely-long-that-makes-your-hand-drop-off chinese paper next next week.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by my-dearly-feared-test-that-will-make-my-head-burst math blk test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz Hiaz Hiaz.... Still got so much SIA to do. I have no idea how to do a chemical toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chinese portfolio after all the blk test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz hiaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here to relax a bit before the concert, which my mother is going to dress me up as much as she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NO! Even the computer hates me! Grrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fine just now, but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, you know I took 30 min to see a short 5 min clip? It load so ******* slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole episode is 40 min long. How many hours do I need to watch finish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now  here I am , typing this blog to keep my mind off the stupidloading of videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did exactly half of my homework. The other half save it for tomorrow. So now I have nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could do ALL my homework, then tomorrow whole day, got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it seems my blogging help the video load faster now. Hurray! I love blogging. I should blog everytime I need to watch a video. Haha off to watch video. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-8958629735501266876?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8958629735501266876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=8958629735501266876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8958629735501266876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8958629735501266876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/04/history-test-is-over.html' title='History test is OVER!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-4116505238381500507</id><published>2009-04-08T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:15:56.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA blk test over!</title><content type='html'>Hurray! The moment we have been waiting for, and it's gone now! Wow, time passes really fast, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to start off with this post, I shall say how bad my assembly performance is. I made a mistake and I repeated! Man this is one mistake someone should never ever made and I made it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but when I went around asking people about it people were like huh you got repeat meh? Haha it seems that I am able to hide my mistakes pretty well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's move on to the next topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw yesterday I was randomly thinking, and I started to wonder why humans start to wear clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very weird, if human were created to be naked, then what come to their mind that they have to wear clothings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they are cold does not really prove anything. We could always grow more hair or something to get used to the weather, like the other animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it over and over again. In the bible it said something like Adam ate the whatever apple(forgot the name) and suddenly realise that they are naked and start to wear clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering that the apple make you clever, I shall think in a clever way why being naked is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, being naked will expose all your body to the opposite sex, so the opposite sex will be as familiar to your body as theirs, thus there is no sexual feeling toward the opposite sex anymore. So if you wear clothings, you will hide some parts of your body which the opposite sex does not have, and thus making the opposite sex very, erm how to say, curious and so we get these kind of sexual feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am explaining adult stuff now... So I don't understand it either. Sorry if you find it too sick to read, you can don't read it if you don't want to. But by now, you should have read it without warning, so...sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay another reason is simpler. If everyone don't wear clothes and grew hair to adapt to the environment instead, you will not be able to travel from one country to another for fun as you will not be able to adapt. Migrating is another thing. (But how are you going to migrate? No wings and all. Aeroplane only exist like a few centries ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it could be also that the amount of hair human grow is limited, like do you notice that westerners have a lot of hair? Probably because of their weather. So they do adapt a bit. But because the amount of hair is limited, so have to wear clothes so that they will not freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...according to Jem, growing hair is a very nice thing, so guys that want hair on their bodies can migrate to cold countries so that your body will be forced to grow hair out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post is so lame...Anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-4116505238381500507?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4116505238381500507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=4116505238381500507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/4116505238381500507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/4116505238381500507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-blk-test-over.html' title='LA blk test over!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-6226668511252540727</id><published>2009-04-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:53:49.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nayang concert band</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had a really big impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can't help it. After all you have to be a bit surprise when the result you get is something you never ever thought about it being possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz I will never understand the judges' thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the judges think, I have always thought that our band is at least a gold band. People always thought that our band is a gold band. What the judges think is only a minority to what so many of the people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band logo: the passion lives on. I hope even after this great impact, we will still be able to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I did a lot of thinking, and came up with this conclusion that we still got room to improve, that's why we're not in our best state and therefore cannot expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confirmed&lt;/span&gt; good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have made up my mind. In my four years in band, I'm definitely going to be contributing a lot to the band, and I'm going to make sure, that the dream of our seniors, the gold with honours dream, will come to light as long as I, Liwei, is in band. There is two more years. There's no time to be grieving. We may reflect but only for one day. There's no need to waste time to appeal or anything to get back our gold standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got only two years, and we're going to make full use of these two years to make a great comeback! Let the other schools out there discussing with shock that Nanyang improved so much over two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the end, there is still so many years of life going on till the end of the world. Nanyang concert band is going to keep on hwaiting and improving, until the judges have no idea where to minus our marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Sec 4s and 3s have the greatest impact as this will be their last SYF, but they can always come back and hwait with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always be Hwaiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;This year's sec2s, the future sec4s, let us continue hwaiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sec4s and 3s, Hwait Hwait Hwait!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sec1s,we're going to train you up to be experts so you must also Hwait ar!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chong Hwaiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;NYCB Hwaiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, since our SYF is over, let us give our support to the other CCAs who is going to have SYF soon in this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never give up! Continue Hwaiting! Band will be filled with love and passion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-6226668511252540727?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6226668511252540727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=6226668511252540727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6226668511252540727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6226668511252540727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/04/nayang-concert-band.html' title='Nayang concert band'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-6249561334366608651</id><published>2009-03-30T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:03:09.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiayous everyone!</title><content type='html'>Jiayous everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tmr's blk test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you wont be looking at this before the blk test because you will be busy studying for it and whatever... so hard working. So you wont know that I actually jiayous you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are looking at this post now, be remindered that you have received my blessings of jiayous in this very honoured blog! Jia you jia you! If you can you can always thank me whenever you see me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im not posting this blog for fun. It is for my revision. Those that is taking physics or will be, it will be a good thing to read this post. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today I had band run. So, I shall apply Newton's first law of motion, the law of inertia: an object with inertia at rest tends to remain at rest, and if at motion will tend to remain at motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains why we tend to start off slowly. But keep in mind that if you work hard and increase the speed, you can just apply 0N of force and you will still be running in the same speed. So cool rite! So tip for NAPHA is that you have to keep incresing your speed till you're fully satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law of inertia also explains why overweight people tend to have more trouble running. As the factors the affect inertia are mass and acceleration. The more mass something has, the more inertia it has, thus more difficult to accelerate. So if they are unable to accelerate that fast, they get a bad start you know.... So those overweight people better buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, since I think I have the least weight in the class, I should be the fastest runner? Lol...Even though I'm the lightest, but my force is not great enough to accelerate fast enough, due to my lack of muscies. So underweight people also must buck up. Haha, so average people should all be running faster than me (which most does not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, using the same law, I know why when the bus brakes we move forward. Because when the bus stops, we are atill moving, due to the law of inertia (object in motion will remain in motion). So we will continue moving forward while the bus stops already, thus explaining why we will plunge forward when the bus brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However today while sitting in the bus with Michelle, I dont feel any plunging or sth. Maybe because of my mind so into tmr's science, or because of the stupid traffic, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached home and took the elevator to the 13th floor. I gain gravitational potential energy, but I do not know what I lost. You have to lose something to gain something, as energy cannot be created by itself, as stated in the law of conservation. Anyone knows kindly please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at it, I shall state all law of conservation of energy: Energy can only be transfered from one form to another; energy cannot be created nor destroyed; total energy that exist do not change, remains the same throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the potential energy I gained = mgh = Wh = 380N x 13 storeys(I have no idea how tall that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, continue! I went into the house, and switch on the lights. The switch, which is connected to the live wire, so as not to get us electocuted, connects the lighting circuit in the house( which is connected to the ring circuit in the house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hands, and without wiping I went to off the lights. This is dangerous as water will reduce the resistance to electricity in your skin and, as water is a conductor of electricity, cause your hand tohave less resistance to the electricity in the circuit, causing you to be electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, rest assured that the MCB fuse in the lighting circuit is 5A, so if the electricity current is higher than 5A, the MCB will trap the circuit, breaking the circuit. So with only 5A, you will only receive harmless shock even if you are electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, nothing happened to me, so I'm alright with no shock at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my notes, the dry human hand has 100 kilo ohm of resistance. R=V/I, or R=pl/A. Obviuosly my hand does not have any current or voltage, so my hand should have be made of a material with high resistivity, and must be very long, yet with a small cross-sectional area. So conclusion, people who have long but skinny hands has higher resistivity. Those with small pudgy hands better watchout, you have a higher possibility of  getting electricuted. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know this post is very boring... but it's fun for me! I'm writing this while listening to DBSK's music. So cool! I love Changmin and Jaejoong! Now dont go roll eyeballs over me. This is called making good use of the time. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-6249561334366608651?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6249561334366608651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=6249561334366608651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6249561334366608651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6249561334366608651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/jiayous-everyone.html' title='Jiayous everyone!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-8943958893542345048</id><published>2009-03-27T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:06:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science blk test is coming!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh! I'm so scared! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz what should I do? I am studying science while using the computer to copy la notes. Haha. It's fun to cheat. Maybe listening to some songs my handphone don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is boys over flowers really that nice? So far 5 people have come recommend me watching it, and it's 5 + 1 = 6 people when yueling told me about it while walking home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe during the June holidays I should watch it. Or maybe I should watch it &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;? Haha I very slack now. I was meant to do my fenxi but apparently I forgot to bring a page of the wenzhang so i cannot do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i am currently in my aunty's house. My mother forced me to come one. Never mind lah. The piano here is so much better than my house's I can practise here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway DO YOU KNOW THAT I WILL BE PERFORMING IN ASSEMBLY NEXTNEXT WEEK? Ahhh I'm so scared lah. It's rite after lang arts blk test, so after lang arts I still cannot rest and party around until after assembly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo if mrs ho informed me earlier I could have had more mental preparation. What's the use of informing me yesterday when the  performance is like, two weeks after??? With two blk test in the way??? I think I'd think too much about it until I fail science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! I tell you the piece that I'd be playing will be so g******* boring as compared to the others, they will surely become restless after hearing me and become very distracting. ( Restless people usually move around a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-8943958893542345048?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8943958893542345048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=8943958893542345048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8943958893542345048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8943958893542345048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/science-blk-test-is-coming.html' title='Science blk test is coming!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-2030010408789721434</id><published>2009-03-25T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:13:12.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courage is not someone holding a gun in his hand, it is to know you will be licked before you start but you start doing it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;This is quoted by Atticus. It might be wrong because I am reciting from memory. It is something like that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, let's be a good LA student and apply it to the real life. Who is the most courageous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have done a lot of deep thinking...hmmm.... and I have concluded that those with real courage usually are the people that is not recognised or being thought as brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is brave? I think that .... Hey wait I must not forget that I need to start off with an introduction. Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courageous people in real life are my father, people who betrayed Hitler, DBSK, and Stella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is a very courageous person. Throughout his life, he does not seem to be able to&lt;br /&gt;communicate well with his boss (aka boot lick and kiss his boss' ass), so he was fired quite a&lt;br /&gt;number of times. Being fed up with the fact that he always need to suck up to the boss, he went&lt;br /&gt;and set up his own company. At that time, my older brother is in JC and preparing to go&lt;br /&gt;university, I am aiming for an independant school whose school fee is too big a sum to look at and&lt;br /&gt;stay calm, and my little brother just got into Kindergarten. Well, you see, if my father decided to&lt;br /&gt;quit his job and start off a company at this time and he fails, the family will be very devastated.&lt;br /&gt;He endured a lot of inner turmoil before he determinedly stood up and said he wants to set up a&lt;br /&gt;company and earn lots of money. At first my father did not earn any income, and keep asking&lt;br /&gt;my mother for money to support him. All our family were disapproval to my father's choice,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that he would not succeed. Due to his determination, my father succeeded, and is now&lt;br /&gt;earning a lot of money. If my father did not have the courage to live up to his dream, and to&lt;br /&gt;ignore all our disapproval, he would not have succeeded. Therefore, I think that my father is&lt;br /&gt;very courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this movie I saw about a few people trying to plot Hitler's death. They have a family of theirs, but because of their love for Germany, they think that killing Hitler is the best way, thus sacrificing their life and maybe the safety of their family. There were people that were scared and kind of destroyed their plan, but there were people who took initiative to make the plan work again. When they are found out and were about to be executed, one of them said to his members, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look into their eyes, so they will always remember you&lt;/span&gt;" What they did was really courageous. They did exactly what Atticus said about true courage, they know they will be executed doing these, but they did it for the sake of their country. Hitler had full support of the whole country, and they were the only people against them. When they tried to kill Hitler, the atmosphere was so tensed and frightening, yet they still act calm and execute their plans. From all these, I feel that they have a lot of courage and love for their country. Will Singaporeans be like that too? I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third point is DBSK of course, but it is not really DBSK, it's just any people that went to auditions, whether they succeeded or not. DBSK is one of an example that passed their auditions, but I just used them in the introduction because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love them&lt;/span&gt;! Haha so lame right. Anyway, I think people that go to audition are very brave. They have a lot of confidence in themselves, even in front of the judges. That I think requires a lot of courage. Being seen in front of the tv, with the highly critical judges in front of you, and still able to sing very confidently, letting your heart out...well all I know is I do not have the courage to do it. Well, I guess you need a certain level of confidence and courage in order to be a superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, I have told you about people I know and you may not know. So I shall tell you someone in my class. If you are in my class, you'll definitely know her. She is STELLA! She sit next to me in HMP, and from a lot of occasions I think she is a really really brave person. I used to think she is a really non-chalant person, as that's what her appearance tell me. She kept this very relaxed and not-one-time-nervous expression. During HMP performance, I was so nervous, well I showed it to everyone I met. For her, she just sits there, and when her turn came, she just goes up there and play. It turned out she did not really play that well. She returned to her seat, with the same expression, and put her hand underneath the table, so no one can see her hand shaking, which are the only thing that gives away her nervousness. She hid her nervousness and does not let her nervousness affect people. It may affect her playing, but she did not want it to affect people around her. Yet I let my nervousness affect everyone, not hiding it, I am completely different from her! Stella, in my mind, is the most courageous person I have ever met (other than my father). Today, she did a performance too, and I can tell she is nervous. The audiences will probably think that she did not practised enough, but I knew better. Her hands are the only give away to nervousness. If Mrs Ho treat her better, she might actually do well. Mrs Ho is giving her all the stress. Yet she remained couregous and keep all her nervousness hidden away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bravest people I know are brave in a certain way that I admire, and I really could not follow their way, because I, sadly, is not brave enough. The most courageous people I know are my father, betrayals of Hitler, people I saw in the auditions and Stella, my good desk mate during HMP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-2030010408789721434?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2030010408789721434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=2030010408789721434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2030010408789721434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2030010408789721434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-447910479475540917</id><published>2008-10-13T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:24:31.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another lame post...</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to order my links in alphabetical order. Sarah tagged me and asked me to link her. I was checking for her link and I had a headache. Shichen tagged me and asked me to link her, which I did, only she haven't realise it. This is such a bother, I should really organise my links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching some &lt;em&gt;lame&lt;/em&gt; show, and the character was eating his food, and everyone can tell that something's troubling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of weird. It's like you can tell what the person is thinking just by seeing them eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a person eating something faster than usual, it's either she's hungry, or she really &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; the food. Either way, she still likes the food. &lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;: from today on, she'll keep buying the food till she gets sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a person eating faster that usual, but slows down later, it's very obvious she eats very fast at the start because she's hungry, and later slows down because she's not hungry anymore and the food &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;: she'll try to avoid buying the food from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person eats the food that she likes slower that usual, or was very concentrated on her food, it's apparent that there's something troubling her. &lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; that the food &lt;em&gt;sucks&lt;/em&gt;. Because one &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; just change their appetite just like that, only a pregnant woman can. It's also &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; because that the food &lt;em&gt;rocks&lt;/em&gt; that she is so &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the food. Come on, what's so interesting about the food that it makes you want to &lt;em&gt;concentrate on eating it&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; after this she will probably get really fed up about the fact that no one can tell that she's troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone eats and talk animatedly at the same time, it shows that she's very &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; in the moment, even if she end up eating very slow. &lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Do not tell her that she should close her mouth and eat because that would totally ruin her mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all the scenarios I can think about. I'll add in when something pop into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; eating is a very good way of finding out what your friends are thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-447910479475540917?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/447910479475540917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=447910479475540917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/447910479475540917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/447910479475540917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-lame-post.html' title='another lame post...'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-5859958414810743267</id><published>2008-10-12T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:55:14.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Blog revival!</title><content type='html'>Since my blog is dying, I'm deciding to use my super healing powers to heal it back from the dangers of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what should I post about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to post about my blocks so let's post about..................................fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard it right, fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fats are harmful to your health, your physical appearance and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know why fats are harmful to your health. Excess fats will be clogged to your blood vessels and, blah, blah, blah, you get breathing problems and You Will &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;em&gt;ie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's harmful to your physical appearance because well, if you eat too much fats, &lt;em&gt;er...&lt;/em&gt; you will grow fat, and well, &lt;em&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/em&gt;, your appearance would not be that, &lt;em&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/em&gt;, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me explain why fats are harmful to your heart. Not as in the your-blood-vessels-will-be-clogged-and-blah-blah-blah-the-blood-is-unable-to-reach-to-your-heart-and-stuff, because that is catergorised under the &lt;em&gt;health department&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. There's another reason for that, which is what makes the reason so special it needs to be catergarised under the &lt;em&gt;heart department&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, oil has a very &lt;em&gt;low&lt;/em&gt; density, so almost everything that drops inside the oil will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So if you eat too much fats, &lt;em&gt;aka oil&lt;/em&gt;, your whole body will be less dense and your heart will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how terrible is that! Not only will you suffer &lt;em&gt;a sinking feeling&lt;/em&gt; everyday, you will be very &lt;em&gt;low&lt;/em&gt; everyday, and you will probably &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; get &lt;strong&gt;high &lt;/strong&gt;anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my advise to you is: do not eat too much fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now t&lt;em&gt;hat's&lt;/em&gt; a random post for reviving a blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-5859958414810743267?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5859958414810743267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=5859958414810743267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/5859958414810743267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/5859958414810743267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-blog-revival.html' title='Yay! Blog revival!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-1013743459522571912</id><published>2008-08-18T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:47:30.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human emotions</title><content type='html'>Human has weird emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are totally unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are good for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All can help in telling the nature of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We can tell that human is generally an ego person, everything is about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;When you are angry, you are angry because someone did something you don't like. This    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows that we only cared about what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;When you are happy because you won, you only got happy because it's you who won, not the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other. When you are sad because you lost, you only got sad because it's them who won, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that people are competitive, they just want to win win win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;People do get jealous and envious sometimes, and obviously this shows that people is ego. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is everyone will at least one time in their life get jealous or envious, so people has to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least ego one time in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, right? Knowing you are ego but you can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We can also tell that people are generally afraid of things that should not be frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;People gets nervous because they are onstage and a lot of people is staring at them. But don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; they get a lot of people staring at them too while they are having their conversation? Isn't it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; about the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &gt;Everyone is afraid of the dark, you cannot deny it. It's just your level of afraidness(if there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a word) differs. You are always afraid of the dark in some way. Mainly because you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what's next. A suspense, you see. We are afraid of suspense even if you claimed that you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; like it. Your heart would definitely beat faster at the suspense part, depending on how well the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there are meant to be more, but there is certainly no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, smile more. It is healthy to your heart( your heart will beat livelier and free-er). It &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be slightly tiring due to the fact that it uses 26 of your face muscles, but being happy, (be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careful not the after-winning-type-of-happiness) is actually the best emotions of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm lame. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-1013743459522571912?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1013743459522571912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=1013743459522571912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1013743459522571912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1013743459522571912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/human-emotions.html' title='Human emotions'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-9063184208248040856</id><published>2008-08-14T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:09:46.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang bang boom boom!</title><content type='html'>Sad. Today I woke up at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so anxious I knocked down many things on the way, and thus leading to the sudden awaking of my whole family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank goodness I'm not late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I slept so much I still yawn throughout the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Kawty's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn yawn yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is interesting to see Ashley being knocked on the head by Kawty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hardly talked to Yixuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now feeling very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have asked her how was her exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I knew the answer would be 8/10 about how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; the exam was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad bad bad bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; grade 7-8 and diploma people have been telling me when I interviewed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will definitely fail one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad sad sad sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worry worry worry worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I know what's the answer already I might as well not ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Yixuan! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Hilary said I'm stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cheeks hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After smiling for so many days non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe nothing good happened to me that make me want to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home today I saw my little brother doing online homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only pri. 1 and need to do online homework liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So xian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1st time saw him using com all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried learning the founder's day song but it's so boring I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang boom boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-9063184208248040856?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-2055517275381319217</id><published>2008-08-10T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:34:41.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late post</title><content type='html'>This post is so LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to comment on the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SO VERY VERY VERY VERY............................AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole ceremony was FULL OF AWESOMENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BEIJING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the opening ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening ceremony, you are so loved by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS POST IS LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the primary five students who came to the NDP is so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the year before it didn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this post is short. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-2055517275381319217?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2055517275381319217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=2055517275381319217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2055517275381319217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2055517275381319217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/late-post.html' title='Late post'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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Hope this quiz is easier or sth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If your Lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;First slap him(hardness depends) and then break with him. Bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a Dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To live happily ever after(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is th first thing you do when you reached home after sch?&lt;br /&gt;Shout: I'm home! (Yeah that's what I'll do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you love doing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;listening to radio(didn't have chance to at home) and enjoying air-con.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;I see him, find him not bad, I like his character, he can get along well with me, he likes me too, ok he's in for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Which is more blessed , loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Both is nice but being loved by someone is nicer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;not over 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly liked is already attached , what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Find another one to like lah...he's not the only likable guy on Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;yes...if you are a friend you should find out yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;When there's no stress...yes...most likely...no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you rather to be a single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;depends on who I'm married to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure...i havin mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the thing that you're most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Dieing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ppl i tagged!&lt;br /&gt;-S&lt;br /&gt;-H&lt;br /&gt;-I&lt;br /&gt;-(space)&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;br /&gt;-H&lt;br /&gt;-E&lt;br /&gt;-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, shi chen saboed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-7963517632236589859?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7963517632236589859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=7963517632236589859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/7963517632236589859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/7963517632236589859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-agiansign.html' title='Tagged agian...sign...'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-5859200451849931024</id><published>2008-08-06T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:44:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness!!</title><content type='html'>Haha trying to be random today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received my block test paper; as poor as I expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always always always always poor at Lang Arts. And in primary school: English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the bus stop today I saw the trumpet SL: Guan Teng(Is that how to spell her name?) And she took my favourite spot. (No one took my favourite spot before ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to another spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her bus finally came and I, happily, took back my fave spot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did finished FPS! Faster than everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly because I was doing it when everyone's talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT think that I am very guai because I AM NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more of sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Xinyi, Who know her friend next to her SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing FPS half-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I was multi-tasking: doing FPS while talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Quek has trained me well for that last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ms Quek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's be back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right I have no topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, randomness is a topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry randomness for forgetting you! :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait lemme take out my thesaurus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness means: &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/accidental"&gt;accidental&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/adventitious"&gt;adventitious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/aimless"&gt;aimless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;span&gt;aleatory&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/arbitrary"&gt;arbitrary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/capricious"&gt;capricious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/chance"&gt;chance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/desultory"&gt;desultory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/discretionary"&gt;discretionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/fickle"&gt;fickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/fortuitous"&gt;fortuitous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/gratuitous"&gt;gratuitous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/haphazard"&gt;haphazard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, hazarded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/hit-or-miss"&gt;hit-or-miss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/impulsive"&gt;impulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/indiscriminate"&gt;indiscriminate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/intermittent"&gt;intermittent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/occasional"&gt;occasional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/purposeless"&gt;purposeless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/sporadic"&gt;sporadic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, stochastic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/stray"&gt;stray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unplanned"&gt;unplanned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/wanton"&gt;wanton and serendipity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand any of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I still got homework to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow still need to present chinese SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote out the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/adieu"&gt;Adieu&lt;/a&gt;, adios, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/aloha"&gt;aloha&lt;/a&gt;, arrivederci, auf wiedersehen, au revoir, bon voyage, ciao, conge, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/farewell"&gt;farewell&lt;/a&gt;, hasta la vista, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/leave-taking"&gt;leave-taking&lt;/a&gt;, sayonara, tata, &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/valediction"&gt;valediction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thesaurus is helpful! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;用 Windows Live Spaces 展示个性自我，与好友分享生活！  &lt;a href="http://spaces.live.com/?page=HP" target="_new"&gt;了解更多信息！&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-5859200451849931024?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5859200451849931024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=5859200451849931024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/5859200451849931024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/5859200451849931024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness!!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-725137629273697870</id><published>2008-07-30T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:32:23.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>I almost fell off my chair when I realised that we have 5 vocabulary questions in the comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I practically died while doing the vocab section in the English paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed myself by forcing myself to do the 'extreme indulgence' of checking dictionaries on all the weird words I met in all my weird books, thinking that the word may come out in the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, none of the words came out. Wow, how pathetic I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is extremely wonderful that I have to repeat this routine of excruciating experience of last year. Just to get that abjectly miserable 5 mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I could just come to the LA teachers and begged them, persuade them, cajole them, and ask them imploringly if they could take that particular section out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said to myself, FAT CHANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All LA teachers are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Mr Kaw. Evil Reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, someone did a very monstrous thing: by taking off the best and funniest part of the script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part is indispensable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that took the part away can prepare her own epitaph for her grave now. *me looking maliciously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm not that malevolent. I'm just a bit zany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway I am going to be flabbergasted if I realised you've been reading this post without the need to dig out your dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I demurred at the idea of you needing your dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, you cant' be labourious when you're using the computer, and maybe you're just briefly scanning through this as this is very interminable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a dictionary always helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am writing this post without help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me looking shifty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I did get some help but I'm not really relying on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me looking red and abashed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have my book with me! The book which brings back the memories of the excruciating experience I had last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is apparently helping me a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this kind of information is unprecedented among you mutinous teenagers, chiefly because not many of you cared to write down the weird words you see in your weird book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm a kind of elusive person, though I'm not adept at doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh this post seems random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm adamant to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently caught in the crossfire between my father and brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very demotivating, as you can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you can't see but I'm going to assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-725137629273697870?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/725137629273697870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=725137629273697870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/725137629273697870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/725137629273697870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/vocabulary.html' title='Vocabulary'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-5430925361226373213</id><published>2008-07-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:29:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>I find that I'm the luckiest girl on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to come to Nanyang, which was totally a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two great and supportive parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older one always helped me in my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger one gave me a fun and exciting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Though it could be quite annoying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents doesn't give me as much stress as the other parents do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They understands me and know that I'm stressed, and tried to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;stress" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great teachers throughout my life, making me more intelligent than I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I have nice and wonderful friends to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I lost my stuff (which always happens), and I started to get desperate and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, when I felt like crying, 'cause I couldn't find it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always someone who will come to my aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And help me find my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop me from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not cried for the a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get bullied at primary 5, my friends, even though they don't know anything, still supported me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers also came to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this made me feel the warm and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of love, and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not the luckiest girl on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I lose them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great and wonderful parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-so-mighty siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, the most important beings in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I survive without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I must treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste no moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are still here, so I must tell them this before they disappear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I appreciated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It made me strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My emotions have gotten weird after the block tests...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-5430925361226373213?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5430925361226373213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=5430925361226373213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/5430925361226373213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/5430925361226373213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-3999145912439400603</id><published>2008-07-23T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:40:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam not yet over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boo...so sad, almost everyone's exams are over but I still got my HMP. Why did I take HMP in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Because my mother thinks I missed out a good chance not taking a third language so she wanted me to take the audition for either AEP or HMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I took HMP because I think I want to see how difficult the theory exams are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I got in the first round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And the last round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And here I am, suffering with my attempt of memorising all the Italian terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I should have taken AEP. Then the success rate will be low, and if I'd ever get into it, it should be so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And during lunch we played "Freeze and Melt"(though people have versions of the name, e.g. "Ice and Freeze", "No name, literally, just the rules", etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I wish I can play games like this everyday! It keeps the stress off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I switched to this format of writing because I find chunks of words very difficult to read in my blog, and I'm classifying the content using colours. Maybe I should change my blogskin...yes, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway today on the bus there's not enough seats in the upper deck I went to seat with a Nanyang girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hi." She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wow, the first time a stranger talk to me in the bus. But I need not worry, she's a Nanyang girl, not a dangerous type one. "Hi." I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"I'm getting bored here after the exams and I'm trying to be random, I shall talk to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"... ...Okay... ...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So we talked. Non-stop. Literally. Wow, first time talking non-stop with a total stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She's a sec 4, called Tracey, taking literature, just took advanced lit. exams. She's not a math person(always failed maths in sec1 &amp;amp; 2), and hate physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She's in modern dance and hates the jacket. And she says the jacket is not meant to be shiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And she has a friend in concert band that plays the sax and always pawn CCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then I found out she's going out in the same bus stop as me, and she stays at Dover Park View(but she's moving soon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After that I found out with a shock that she's from Fairfield too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6B '04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PSLE T-score: 262&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And 6A's still's the best class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But that year 6A dunno what happen the bunch of people only score around 250.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And that year only two goes to Nanyang, and both from 6B, none from 6A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When I say I'm taught by Cai Lao Shi she gawped at me, saying she's been there when she was primary one. That's like, 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then I said she's retiring soon. I said I feel bad, she said she doesn't know her much except she's quite annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That I have to agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And she's taught by Mrs Jenny Quek!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And she wants me to tell Mrs Quek that Ting Ying from 6B '04 says hi. (Mrs Quek only calls her by her Chinese name.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hope Ms Quek remembers her. ('Cause she barely remebers me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-3999145912439400603?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3999145912439400603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=3999145912439400603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/3999145912439400603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/3999145912439400603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/exam-not-yet-over.html' title='Exam not yet over...'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-282903857158203515</id><published>2008-07-21T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:32:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about today</title><content type='html'>I was let off at 11:40, slack the whole time at school talking to friends until 12:20, and reached home at 12:50. BUT I was let into my house at 2:00!!! How disastrous is that??? Not that I have done anything wrong that I was kenna locked out or something...my maid went off to fetch my little bro and left me at home, without my keys. I don't usually bring keys, you know. Who would, if they can get someone to open the doors for them? But, you see, everything has its own pros and cons...&lt;br /&gt;Dammit why my maid have to fetch my little bro for 1 hour and 10 minutes. Fairfield's just a 5 minutes walk away! When I was in primary school I can wake up at 7:00am while everyone wake up at 6:30am or 6:00am or even 5:00am and still reach school by 7:15. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am planning to slack the whole day off today. Not that I can do it, my nervous cell will automatically kick me to do practice paper by making me nervous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't nervous cell helpful? &lt;/span&gt;Note: I'm being sarcastic...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you don't have to revise much for math. All you need to know is the formula and--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta-daa!&lt;/span&gt; Even though I know it's not that easy too...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bye the way me and Shichen and Oliu were talking about how funny the Hong Kong series drama is. (Are you sure they're series drama cause I think they're more of comedies...) I miss the good Hong Kong shows I used to watch in channel 8 and channel U( though nowadays channel U seems to be showing more of Korean dramas instead, and channel 8 Singapore drama. Ps Singapore dramas are so unrealistic and over-reacting. And has too many made-up dramas that does not look real one bit. That's why I don't really like it.)&lt;br /&gt;Am I being random? No right? Ok let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;You know how creepy it is to have a teacher stare at you during the exams? When I'm doing the Chinese paper Ji Lao Shi is like walking beside me and peeking at my answer sheet. It's so embarrassed showing my "work of Chinese literature" to a Chinese teacher!&lt;br /&gt;When I got home(and locked out and let in), I saw my little bro just plonk into the computer room and use the psp to play games. I know it's very fun, but he should finish up his homework, right? But, being a really evil and cruel sister, I didn't remind him of that. Partly because I don't want him to bother me slacking: one must slack peacefully in order to be fully lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's probably all I want to say. Ooh, the geography test was simpler than I thought except I cannot hold too high an expectation! Erm...oh ya, I watch bleach and Matsumoto is soooooooo childish! And I forgot to tell you: when I was locked out I read 3 whole chapter of an extremely long book that I could not finish in 2 month. First time. And 1 chapter contains a lot of sub-chapters, and each sub-chapters have about 8-10 pages. /imagine...3 whole chapter.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; PROUD :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ps I think I should add some music to this blog. After all almost every blog I go have some sort of music or something...what do you think???&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-282903857158203515?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/282903857158203515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=282903857158203515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/282903857158203515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/282903857158203515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-about-today.html' title='All about today'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-8106098585437136128</id><published>2008-07-18T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:13:15.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a] People who have been tagged must write their answer on their blog and replaceany question they dislike with a new formulated one by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b] Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;These peoplemust state who they are tagged by and cannot tag the person they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you think an ideal friend should be?&lt;br /&gt;Erm...someone who could be trusted, able to talk non-stop with me, have a sense of humour, able to make me laugh...like this is enough for me already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you had a dream to come true what is it?&lt;br /&gt;An interesting life that is not filled with work work work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather kick the a** but right now, no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What would you do with a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Hide it from my parents and use it privately, spending as much as possible but I'll still make sure I save some, for safety purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is your ideal lover?&lt;br /&gt;Not too ugly, not too 坏, but MUST NOT be too 乖, a great sense of humour, caring enough, but not too caring that he will go cip everyday, mature enough to take care of me, but not too mature not able to play with me...I very picky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Which is more blessed? Loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same, except being loved is better, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Extremely? That's kind of hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Will you die for a guy you love?&lt;br /&gt;NO! I care too much for my own life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If the person you like is attached what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Dump him and choose another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you see yourself as in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Older, taller, but still as childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who is currently most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;My family, esp. my older brother(without him I cant do my math problem). My friends( without them I cant be childish! Then it will be a disaster!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;A very nice person. Dances very well, but kind of sad she ended up in calligraphy. Feels sad for her. She also fills all my "friend" criteria(see question 1), and she debates very well(beat stella).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Would you rather be single but rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;See what kind of person that guy is, but honestly, married but poor. I mean, if I'm rich but singles, who am I going to spend my money on? Definitely married but poor is more worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Rub my eyes and force myself to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Will you give in all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by "all"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you fall in love with 2 people at the same time who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;2 people? What kind of girl do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What would you do if you know you are gonna die?&lt;br /&gt;Do all the things that i have not done, dared not do, always wanted to do, and not allowed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you prefer to be 6-10, 11-16, 17-20, 20-24, 25-30, 31-40, or 40 and above?&lt;br /&gt;17-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the 8 people I'm going to tag...&lt;br /&gt;1)classmates in 109&lt;br /&gt;2)my cca batchmates&lt;br /&gt;3)all the SLs(doesn't matter what cca you're from, jus feel like saboing all the SLs)&lt;br /&gt;4)classmates in 6A'07 (I'm not forgetting you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;5)those who have the surname of...let's see, Kok&lt;br /&gt;6)boys whom I doen't hate&lt;br /&gt;7)girls who have been "sexually harrassed" by me&lt;br /&gt;8)those who jus want to try these out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically I have named all those who know me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-8106098585437136128?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8106098585437136128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=8106098585437136128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8106098585437136128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8106098585437136128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-8188789736409039032</id><published>2008-07-16T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:54:13.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite day!</title><content type='html'>Today is opposite day, when you have to say everything the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;Opposite starts now!************************************&lt;br /&gt;Byebye! Today was extremely fun and exciting since we did not have exciting Math lesson, interesting History lesson, and easy Lang Arts lesson. There was a teacher in our History class since he was not in New York (Is it New York? Can't remember...)&lt;br /&gt;The Math lesson was not spent on the fun and kills-boredom topic on rate, ratio and proportion.  What's best is that we were given no homework, especially Assignment RR1! How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;For the History lesson, we were not given an end-of-year quiz that half of it is understandable. Too bad we have to pass it up.&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat during recess, so during lunch, (I actually did not want to go lunch practices, my lips did not hurt because yesterday I was too clever to push my reed up my mouth and hurt my lips, I decided to go lunch practices instead) I did not stay at the classroom and found out we are not locked outside the classroom because no one was eating in class! Isn't that just too wonderful? I totally love it! I think our form teacher will be so  delighted that she will praise us like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;We did not spent the whole lesson discussing about why no one eats in class. And our answer is some people wants to follow the rule so we can stop them. It is so not irritating. And not being locked out of the class is not embarrassing too, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bad thing was, I managed to reach home quite late and did not manage to watch 2 episodes of Bleach and 1 episode of Prince of Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;That's not all for today! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;*****************************Opposite ends here&lt;br /&gt;Whew, kind of confusing, isn't it? You can't really understand it if you are not from the same class as me and experince the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-8188789736409039032?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8188789736409039032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=8188789736409039032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8188789736409039032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/8188789736409039032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/opposite-day.html' title='Opposite day!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-2969861445139480350</id><published>2008-07-15T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:27:02.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blogskin</title><content type='html'>Haha changed my blogskin! I hope it looks nicer now...and more original. Anyway, I know it's pink, but it's not that bright so those who hate pink, you guys can't complain. Bwahaha(evil laughter)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-2969861445139480350?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2969861445139480350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=2969861445139480350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2969861445139480350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2969861445139480350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/changed-blogskin.html' title='Changed blogskin'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-1826314089245233461</id><published>2008-07-14T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:56:41.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes! Scales</title><content type='html'>Today I was having the usual daily practices on the piano, when I notice a I spent 1/2 an hour practicing my scales. You may go: obviously, that's kind of normal. But you won't find it normal knowing that the 1/2 an hour is dedicated to C major scale! Can you believe it? When my piano teacher said that I have to play the C major scale too I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh? C major?&lt;/span&gt; That was like long long time ago. So I don't believe her when she said I might find C major difficult to play now that I'm used to black keys. And alas, it is true indeed, so true.&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE SCALES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-1826314089245233461?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1826314089245233461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=1826314089245233461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1826314089245233461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1826314089245233461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/yikes-scales.html' title='Yikes! Scales'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-1477939077266273600</id><published>2008-07-14T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:28:13.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band fiesta</title><content type='html'>Haha yesterday's band fiesta was fun. But the preparation was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Ros sprayed every one of us poor Junior Band people with hair gel and backcombed  our hair, which made us looked like those escaped from the mental hospital. I mean, the hair was like, puffed up and messy, it was like the hair of the traditional lunatics we see in television.&lt;br /&gt;Then she sprayed our hair red. There are so much colours, they have to choose red. Ros was extremely aggressive and she sprayed everywhere and tainted my hair band red, bloody red. The unlucky me was the first to get sprayed and my colours were the brightest of all, because I was the first to get "experimented" on.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after we got our hair all "done nicely", so they say, we went inside the band room to do our last practice and we were like pushing other people to go in first. And when we finally went in, everyone stared at us and I think I remembered hearing giggles that were not well-hidden enough. Okay, if you guys find it funny, either hide it well enough or laugh out loud, or else it will make me extremely insulted.&lt;br /&gt;So we were feeling embarrassed and insulted all the way to Botanical Gardens. The stage on there was so magnificent and I was stunned. It's so nice!! I've never seen it before. Well, it was the long time since I last came there. anyway the only problem was that there was no seats for the audience and they will be sitting on the grass, which probably deterred a lot of people from coming there to support us. I mean, there was practically no Nanyang students there (except us NYCB, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh &lt;/span&gt;). But I got no complaints because I look really stupid. Really.&lt;br /&gt;The first to to perform was the band from primary school and they look very cute! The problem is their band was too small. Esther said that primary school band was always this small and their level was very low. She said she knew because she played the clarinet in primary school and came here to play in the main band. However she quited out and came to the junior band because she got headache just by looking at the warm-ups. Haha. Kind of retarded. No offense.&lt;br /&gt;And they played really slow, compared to how we play, that is. Two times slower. When they played to the best part we were like singing along but we were so much faster, so when the conductor saw us so enthu he follow our speed and the primary school band as like, falling apart, and the conductor have to slow down. God! The conductor was so "low-quality"! No offense.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it got better and better, as the band got larger and the age increases, and the conductor with better conducting skills, and with more actions and entertainment. It's not bad, really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got home spent half the time washing my hair, trying to get the red out of my hair, and I could see the water that flows out: bloody. I thought I spent so much time on washin my hair my hair will be red-proof, but today people sitting around me noticed some of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unred-proof &lt;/span&gt;hair and I almost died of shock. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You mean I still have red hair! &lt;/span&gt;It's all thanks to Ros picking me as the first person to get experimented on!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm never colouring my hair again, never, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-1477939077266273600?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1477939077266273600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=1477939077266273600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1477939077266273600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1477939077266273600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/band-fiesta.html' title='Band fiesta'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-1556910487805703583</id><published>2008-07-11T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:18:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am desperate! I need more orders! Can anyone come support me by buying my band concert ticket? It's on 4 August, 7:30. I know it's on a Monday but let's just take it as we are celebrating Singapore's birthday (which is  on 9 August)! I will be performing! Come support! If you bought the tickets already help me promote! I desperately need the orders!&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;Ticket pricing: $16(student price), $21(adult price)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4 August, Monday, 7:30&lt;br /&gt;Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls come support me!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-1556910487805703583?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1556910487805703583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=1556910487805703583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1556910487805703583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1556910487805703583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-desperate-i-need-more-orders-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-1086015275907675822</id><published>2008-07-07T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:02:09.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha copy Shi Jia post my patchwork 4 here. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Below-average boarding school&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;(1484) words&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“1349, 1350, 1351……” Ryan counted his steps as he walked. He forced himself to stop counting after he saw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;boarding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;school building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;earning from past experiences, there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt; no need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;get himself laughed at by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;counting every step he took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;was what he had done to the other psychological unstables, like himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;He looked at his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;new below-average 50-stories high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;If the car parks were on the rooftop, as normal, no one should be walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;when the cheapest cars nowadays could at least float up to 60 stories high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;ever since his father lost his job, he sold all their cars away, and Ryan had no choice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ryan walked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;briskly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;into the school gates, embarrassed to be seen in a below-average school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;This was the first day of his transfer to this school, and Ryan was looking forward to finally attending lessons, after enduring all the fights his parents was having.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The principal, Ms Birchwood, brought him to a weird room for ‘scanning of viruses’. “It’s to see whether you are infected with viruses.” Birchwood explained. The room was dark, and Ryan could see some electric sparks. He felt his brain muscles tickling, and nothing else. “Weird way of scanning.” thought Ryan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;When he went to class, everyone was doing some embroider work while examined by the ‘teacher’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Home economics.” muttered Ryan annoyingly to himself, “Well, at least it’s better than staying at home.” He sat down and started his embroidery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ryan, not knowing how to embroider, looked at everybody else. They seemed to be rather used to it, sewing in a very fast speed, and Ryan could hardly make out how they did it. “Their speed of sewing, it’s as if they do this everyday!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The teacher looked at Ryan, “Why aren’t you doing your work?” Ryan plucked up his courage and rebuffed the ‘teacher’, just as he had always done, “As you can see, I’m not really good at this, not having a sewer for a mother, so how can I possibly know how to do this embroidery! Why don’t we just switch to chemistry or something?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Everybody stared at Ryan, and burst into laughter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;“Are you crazy?” one girl shouted hysterically, “Why would you want to do chemistry when embroidery is so much more fun?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ryan, angry that his favourite subject was insulted, was ready to rebut when the ‘teacher’ clapped her hands twice. This ‘teacher’ seemed to have so much authority that immediately the class went silent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;“Scott, please continue working on your embroidery, as it is extremely, horribly, low quality.” The ‘teacher’ said the last two words mockingly, with the class laughing along. Ryan decided he hated this teacher the moment he heard his middle name being called out. “Continue working!” The ‘teacher’ glared at Ryan, and he immediately started doing the embroidery, being more obedient as he had ever done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;He was made to do the embroidery everyday, from 4 in the morning all the way to 12 at night non-stop, with a few breaks in between, along with everyone else. They worked so long and had so little sleep, that Ryan, who had lived lavishly and was pampered for life, could not take it. However, everyone else seemed to be enjoying it. “What’s wrong with them, they have some sort of super ability or something?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;That day, Ryan was having his usual 10 minutes break to finish up his dinner, and he had finished his food in just 5 minutes, as he was used to eating fast. With the extra 5 minutes he was able to notice something amiss that he kept missing all the while: everyone’s movements, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;, facial expressions were all the same! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“That’s…that’s impossible!” He tried to dismiss the fact, but the idea just keeps popping back. They were all so…so alike, like they were being controlled. Suddenly, a group of boys came to him.&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:微软用户" datetime="2008-05-18T21:27"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ryan looked at the group of boys. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;were all big and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Most children in this school all had small and weak physique, but this group of boys was certainly not among them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ryan’s heart was beating like crazy, but he tried to act calm, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“What do you want?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Come with us to the principal office.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;His mind seemed to be muffled and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;feeling pressured, he forced himself not to count, as the boys escorted him to Birchwood’s office, guarding him everywhere. “It’s just a trip to the principal’s office, there’s no need to make it look like I’m visiting the president!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Hey, the principal changed mind, I’m to send him instead.” A blonde-haired boy appeared. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;group of boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt; gave the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt; a quick scan and immediately goes away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The social rule still went on: never mess with the blondes, as they had more money. Even though Ryan had once been rich, his only flaw was his black hair, which gave him a disadvantage in his region.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;The blonde-haired boy looked at Ryan contemptuously, “Let’s hope you don’t turn into one of them!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;“Huh?” Ryan wanted to ask more but the boy just said, “Best find out before it’s too late.” He opened the door, knocking to him on the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Birchwood was sitting there, waiting for him. “Follow me.” Birchwood headed for the weird room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;“Wait, before you bring me to that weird room again, why do you guys made us sew every single day? Making us work is child labouring! And don’t you even know there’s a Sunday?” Demanded Ryan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, so you dropped out from a 150-stories school to this 50-stories school, and you find it weird?” Ms Birchwood glared at him with her hypnotic black eyes, and the two pair of eyes, one black one blue, mingled together, and Ryan felt dizzy, not used to seeing black eyes, having only blue eyes in his region.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Let’s go back to the scanning room, and you will find out soon enough.” Ms Birchwood sneered, “Or you won’t even need to know.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ryan was pushed into the weird room. The tickling feeling came back, but this time, it’s more vigorous, and painful. The floor vibrated, adding to the excruciating pain Ryan was feeling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;A piece of paper fell out of Ryan’s pocket.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Where did that come from?” wondered Ryan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;He picked it up and read:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“The weird room you are probably in now is the place where they brainwash you, called the RoM (Replacing of Memory). Seeing you count every time you’re pressured, which proves you are psychological unstable, are the signs that you have the Anti-RoM chips implanted in your brain. It will prevent you from being fully brainwashed. All you have to do is to count. I know it’s weird but this way they will have difficulty brainwashing you as your mind is on something else.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ryan did as the note stated. When he came out, Birchwood smiled. “Another working-maniac fresh from the oven! Get back to work!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“They brainwash us so that we can work non-stop?” The horror of the truth hit Ryan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“You’re not…” Birchwood saw Ryan’s shocked face, “fully brainwashed, are you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Horrified at what’s going to happen, he tried to ran away. Birchwood, sinister looking, grabbed Ryan, “You’re not getting away after the first guy!” He managed to struggle off and got away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;He bumped onto the blonde-haired boy who had sent him to the principal office that morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“You look alright. It seems that you found my note!” He said with a condescending tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ryan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;paralysed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt; for the moment, managed to nod weakly, “You’re the first person that did not get brainwashed!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“You’re not the only person that was once rich enough to implant the Anti-RoM.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Suddenly, an alarm sounded, and the blonde-haired boy grabbed Ryan and hid him in a corner. Ryan’s photo were flashed everywhere using light projector. Birchwood’s voice was heard on the microphone, something about Ryan Scott Smythe not allowed to leave school. People were seen running frantically, searching.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“They’re not letting you get away that easily after having you not fully brainwashed. But I know how to get away, after spending so much time locked up in the school, raking my brain.” The boy looked at Ryan, “I’m Cody, want to come with me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Cody got them out of the school in an instant. “Thanks for you messing up the security, we got out of that darned school this quick! Where do you live?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;“ I don’t feel like going home, my parents always quarrels, and…they don’t really care much about me. That’s why I like studying, it keeps my mind of them” stammered Ryan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;“I know how you feel. My parents had ignored me too. But at least you still have your parents with you. I don’t. I think you should go home quick. I’ll try and notify the police about this damned school.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Cody escorted Ryan back home, and Ryan watched as Cody disappeared to the horizon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  End of patchwork 4. Rate please. Haha XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-1086015275907675822?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1086015275907675822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=1086015275907675822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1086015275907675822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1086015275907675822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha-copy-shi-jia-post-my-patchwork-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-1557355424025345399</id><published>2008-07-07T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:43:24.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Youth day!!!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YOUTH DAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;What do normal people do during youth day? Please don't tell me slack the whole day because that's what I'm doing generally.&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my CD cabinet first time in my unfairly busy secondary life and I found out that my father had bought a lot of new CDs for me! So I picked one (which happens to be Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) and I played it. Guess what? It was bought in China, so the movie's not in English.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not in Chinese either. It's in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANTANESE&lt;/span&gt;! I can't understand cantanese, no I can't. Thankfully there are the Chinese subtitles, or I'll definitely die watching it. Well I can change the language if I want to, but the problem is, I don't know how to. I think I have to take up 'television and how to control them' lessons.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I watched Harry Potter in cantanese.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nice, actually, and the funny parts sounded extra funny, probably because of the way cantanese sounds. And when my brother came back from his normal lifetime stay in his room, he helped me change the language (I have no idea how, it's like magic), I requested to change it back because the cantanese sounded so funny and much more interesting than the English version (and Bellatrix sounded so much more drunken). Of course you have to understand cantanese at least a little bit in order to appreciate it. I do because my father was Cantanese.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you watch the Hong Kong serial drama in Cantanese, the funny parts will also have 10x the effect on you rather than the Chinese version.&lt;br /&gt;Haha enough advertising on Cantanese and serial drama. (I'm suppose to be advertising on animes instead!)&lt;br /&gt;Played 2x the normal times I played on piano, and managed to play the fast part 2x faster! (What an achievement!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY YOUTH DAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-1557355424025345399?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1557355424025345399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=1557355424025345399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1557355424025345399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/1557355424025345399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-youth-day.html' title='Happy Youth day!!!'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-4600848538599083542</id><published>2008-07-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:02:40.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;just complained how my 'personal recounts' give her the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;So now I shall change my style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;Style #1&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Hey YO people, juz wanna blog today cuz today is juz so g*******t boring, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;! Juz went to Fairfield's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funfair&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, an' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guess what&lt;/span&gt;?! We spent a whole of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thirty bucks&lt;/span&gt;! Hey hey man can you belive it?!&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Okay this style is a bit too difficult for me to write&lt;br /&gt;Style #2&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's funfair was like, so big and crowded compared to our school's one. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;, it's open to public and there's like more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;five levels&lt;/span&gt; selling stuff, and there's also a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lucky draw&lt;/span&gt;, and our school don't, but though our school got the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fashion rojak&lt;/span&gt; thing, but it won't really attract a lot of people, I mean most people nowadays are like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;money-face&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;This style is easier, but wonder if the readers can take it???&lt;br /&gt;Style #3&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH! OMG! i jus found out i haven prac piano 4 2 days, cus of e funfairs! thk god 4 e xtra youthday tat i dunnit 2 go 2 sch, den can prac piano lyk mad or else my pf teacher will butcher me lyk mad! n i haven study 4 e his quiz n i dun wan 2 fail 4 it i oso nid 2 study lyk mad 2! how will i survive?&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;This style is much much more simpler, but I'm afraid my English teacher will butcher me instead.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore styles! So for now I'll resume to my own style, giving you the creeps or not, I don't care! Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually I do care, but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;I know! I'll switch to chinese!&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da-da!&lt;br /&gt;Style #4&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;变变变！现在应该会比较自然了吧！但是我怕那些读不懂华文的人投诉，还有那些华文较差的人。咳，怎么办？这也不行，那也不行...其实，读不懂华闻大也不怎么多，而且多用华闻，华闻可以进步得快！嗯就这个吧！&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Right, so no regrets? That's all for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-4600848538599083542?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4600848538599083542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=4600848538599083542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/4600848538599083542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/4600848538599083542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone-just-complained-how-my-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-6281147558798045250</id><published>2008-07-05T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:59:03.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth day funfair</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's youth day funfair was fun!!!!! Well, all funfairs are fun. I love funfairs. I remember my brother buying a whole booklet of coupons for his school's funfair which cost 100 bucks (I know what you are thinking: :O oh my gosh! Crazy!). Well, part of the reason to buy the whole booklet was that he didn't want to sell those coupons.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that day we managed to spend the whole booklet and won lots of prizes and stuffed ourselves full.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I expected to spend as much in my school's funfair, but well, it's impossible. Partly because I don't have that much money.&lt;br /&gt;Though I still spent a lot, about $30 and I still owe Joyce $10.&lt;br /&gt;I did not really stuffed myself full, but I had fun playing the games.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the games I played can be separated into two categories: Haunted house and arcade games. Haunted house as in the Haunted House and Toilet, which made me vow never to go to anymore haunted houses or toilets or whatever. (I think I screamed a lot in the Haunted Houses and Toilets, but you can't really help it if the 'ghost' kept popping out and touching you, and your friend's screaming is contagious.) Arcade games as in those games you see in the arcade, like guitar heroes, and the dancing thing, which I have no idea what it is called even though it's very popular.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it though.&lt;br /&gt;The games, not the fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fashion show was great, the models were funny, especially their poses. And I especially liked the teachers fashion show, Mr Kaw was so funny, and Ji Lao Shi was so cute! No wonder Ji Lao Shi won!&lt;br /&gt;But I missed the band performance though. Feel so bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-6281147558798045250?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6281147558798045250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=6281147558798045250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6281147558798045250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6281147558798045250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-day-funfair.html' title='Youth day funfair'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-9005739523397613983</id><published>2008-06-30T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:45:38.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violent animes are scary</title><content type='html'>Prince of Tennis is not bad a sports anime. It manage to make the story plot nice by adding a few weird shots, like, let's say, drive B, drive A (Ryoma seems to like driving a lot...lol, not funny XD), and the acrobatics which are totally not possible. You will know it when you learn tennis.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the best thing is that it's not violent, and it's quite addictive, just like all the soccer games and whatever match boys like to watch.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a very violent person, even if I'm a girl, liking all the bloodsheds and stuff, but constantly watching violent animes is not a very good idea. Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;get sick of it. Well, actually, not all animes are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; violent. I have to see Ichigo fight at least 3 times before I get sick of the fights and switch to non-violent stuff, Prince of Tennis. But after watching Elfen Lied just the first episodes I totally give in to non-violent and watch Prince of Tennis like crazy to calm myself down. See how useful watching Prince of Tennis is?&lt;br /&gt;Well, in case you don't know, before you even watch Elfen Lied, there's this list of warnings that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This anime contains extreme nudity and violence. Those who cannot take it please do not watch this. Those who are watching animes for the first time, and you don't know what animes are like, please do not watch this as this will probably scare you from watching animes ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See how scary it is? But those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; take violence, please do watch this as it is actually, even though it's full of bloodshed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very&lt;/span&gt; nice.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but if you cannot take it, you can always stop by Prince of Tennis and calm yourself down! If you don't really like PoT, you can always go see Gakuen Alice! It's equally nice and non-violent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-9005739523397613983?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9005739523397613983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=9005739523397613983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/9005739523397613983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/9005739523397613983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/violent-animes-are-scary.html' title='Violent animes are scary'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-6114627803434083224</id><published>2008-06-30T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:27:04.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentration</title><content type='html'>Today during class I almost fell asleep. Okay, it's not possible because I do not want to be seen drooling, so I will try my best to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I had never lose concentration in class before, until, like primary six, the all-important year for preparation of PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;Since primary one all the way to five, I awed at my abilities to concentrate all throughout the lesson, even though they say children's concentration are the worst. Now, as I grow up, I became more and more not concentrated. Is it because of adolescence? Haha, obviously no. 'Cause last year, primary six, was the worst period I had, having so little concentration! Now at least it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Last year English lesson, the teacher talks so softly and gently it's worse than a lullaby. She only responses to the people on the right, because that's the angle she always face, and did not even think about changing her angle and face us, the poor souls on the left! So that's the reason why I gave up concentrationg on her lessons. What for when I could not even ask her burning questions which I will always have during English lesson?&lt;br /&gt;Not only English lessons, Chinese lessons are boring too. My Chinese teacher was worried about us, yes, I understand her concerns, but she need not bore us with the extreme slow process of going through the revision papers! Let me repeat: THE EXTREME SLOW PROCESS! How can I not fall asleep???&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, the last year traumas. This year is not that bad but this lesson, I lose concentration and talked to the person who sat beside for the past semester, Hilary, even though Biology is one of my favourite and must-take-as-a-double-science subject. Chemistry is also a must-take, but physics, not really. It's okay but it's too much like math. Not that I don't like math, but math is the easiest subject to fall asleep on, so probably I will fell asleep on Physics too, just like math.&lt;br /&gt;I lose so much concentration on lessons, but I just won't lose concentration while using computer to watch animes or to post blog or whatever. However, I will still lose concentration if I do assignments on the computer. Haha, I guess that's normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-6114627803434083224?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6114627803434083224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=6114627803434083224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6114627803434083224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6114627803434083224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/concentration.html' title='Concentration'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-6263747181348011310</id><published>2008-06-27T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:44:44.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's kind of late, but happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it familiar? Well, it's quoted by The Click Five in their happy birthday song. Well, whatever. I'm just late for someone's birthday, me.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, (No, actually you can't...) yesterday was my thirteenth birthday. Well, surprisingly, my classmates remembered even though I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; say anything about it. My band mates remembered too, even though I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;about it to them. I am, sincerely and honestly touched. Especially when my section gave me the birthday card they wrote in secret, without me even noticing them doing it. When they gave me the birthday card I was like, they wrote it? How come I never notice? I thought it was so obvious when I went to write the birthday card for my other section mates.&lt;br /&gt;My mother had not really celebrated my birthday. I said that because we didn't have cakes. Well, she bought me a small mouse cake later on, but I still haven't made my birthday wish yet. Hmmm...I wonder if I should make it now, or maybe it won't work after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it won't hurt trying, right?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The stars were meant to be longer so you would have to scroll down and make a wish but I'm lazier than other lame people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-daa! &lt;/span&gt;Made my wish. Now it's part of my wishlist. Hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-6263747181348011310?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6263747181348011310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=6263747181348011310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6263747181348011310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/6263747181348011310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/late-birthday-wishes.html' title='Late birthday wishes'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-4811839988995117146</id><published>2008-06-23T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:44:01.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness: Animes</title><content type='html'>I'm a very random person, and I always talk about random stuff. Well, you have to, or else it won't be fun talking to you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes...a randomness that has a topic...&lt;br /&gt;I love animes, I don't understand why my friend, Xin Yi and Yi Xuan, doesn't like it. And they're one of my best friends, and it would be weird if they have different interest from me, right? Well, actually, Yi Xuan still have the same interest as me, watching serial dramas. However, since the topic I chose today is animes, best only talk about animes...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the very first, very first anime I watch is Ranma. Hope you ever heard of it. It's super funny. About a boy, Ranma, who went with his father to china to train, and he fell into a pool where 1000 years ago, a girl drowned in it, causing whoever to fell in it to become a girl. So, yup, he became a girl. Crazy, right? Well it has to be, or I won't say it's funny. Well, of course Ranma could change back into a guy. He can do that if he submerge into hot water. But once he submerged into cold water...there goes...he turns into a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, even crazier, you know what his father turns into? A panda! Haha! And there's even a girl called Shampoo (weird name) who could turn into a cat! And many more...&lt;br /&gt;The second anime I watch which made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like animes is Hunter X Hunter. None of my friends ever watch it, but it's super duper nice! Right now I'm watching it all over again even though it has 100+ episodes. But I watched it before, so I only watch the best parts. My favourite parts always include Gon and Killua, two of the main characters. Mostly, It's about Killua because I like him the best!!! Even if he's not the main character, he's the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not all animes' main character are the cutest. Some time even the villain is cute. For example in Shaman king, isn't the villain, Hao-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt;, cute? Actually, he's more of cool...Never mind...&lt;br /&gt;A more of cool main character but also cute includes Prince of Tennis too (my friend calls it Pot). Ryoma Ezhizen is cool, and some people might call him cute.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about cool and cute, let's talk about Bleach too! Ichigo's cute, but compared to HITSUGAYA TOUSHIROU, he's way down! Toushirou is so cute AND very powerful AND he's known as the boy genius. He's one of my favourite animes character of all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, do you know that Hitsugaya and Edward (from Full-metal Alchemist) and Hyuuga Natsume(from Gakuen Alice) is voiced by the same person?!?!?!?! No wonder when I first heard Hitsugaya's and Natsume's  voice, I find it very familiar! It's because their voice is like Edward Elric!!!&lt;br /&gt;Full-metal Alchemist is not very nice, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; nice! Edward is also cute, also very powerful, also a boy genius! Just like Hitsugaya! (Now thinking about it, the same goes to Natsume...does the voice acter voice the same kind of person or something?) Anyway, everyone should at least watch the first two episodes of Full-metal Alchemist, and if you can, should continue watching, because the story started off when they are 16 and 18, and then will go back to when they are 12 and 14, and then the story continues from there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the Japan trip, Kay Yun told me about this anime called Rave master. Well it was nice (and Plue is so cute! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puuuuuun!&lt;/span&gt;"), but Haru Glory's voice sounded weird, doesn't fit his character. And then my brother came and told me they didn't finish the anime I was like...WTH? So I decided reading the Manga instead. It seems that the Manga was way better.&lt;br /&gt;Haha enough Randomness, can't wait for the next Random post! Too bad I don't have time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-4811839988995117146?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4811839988995117146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=4811839988995117146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/4811839988995117146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/4811839988995117146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness-animes.html' title='Randomness: Animes'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-2492675098632797556</id><published>2008-06-22T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:33:06.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Barbeque</title><content type='html'>Went to band outing the other day, from 4:30 all the way to 10! And I'm talking about PM here!&lt;br /&gt;I still got so much homework and stuff, if it wasn't for my senior, Kay Yun, persuade me to go.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are lots of games, but...most of them is boring, no offence.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fun part is barbecuing and eating. Hee~My friends always ask me how I always eat so much yet never grow fat. Haha. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;Well, barbecue is fun.&lt;br /&gt;First, we tried to get the charcoal burn, which is actually quite hard to do, 'cause the charcoal doesn't seem to be burning. And we kept putting out the fire instead. Sign...&lt;br /&gt;When we finally get the charcoal done, we started barbecuing chicken wing, sausages and other stuffs like that. I'm not really good at this kind of thing, so I ended up being the 'tester' : testing to see whether the chicken is cooked or not.&lt;br /&gt;Step #1: Poke the chicken and see if it can come out easily or not. If it does, it's raw. If it doesn't, move on to step 2.&lt;br /&gt;Step #2: Create a scar on the chicken to look at the meat. If it's red, it's raw, if not, move on to step #3.&lt;br /&gt;Step #3: Check the liquid produce by the chicken. If it's red, it's raw. If not, it's safe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After I spent so much time on cooking, it's time to eat, right. Ok, I fill myself with food, and time for the desserts!&lt;br /&gt;We toast marshmallow for desserts and it was super duper nice! The skin was crispy and the insides were creamy. Oh, it's so wonderful...!&lt;br /&gt;So it was fun after all, the band outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-2492675098632797556?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2492675098632797556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=2492675098632797556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2492675098632797556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2492675098632797556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-barbeque.html' title='I love Barbeque'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-2176803140169826774</id><published>2008-06-18T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:30:33.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan trip</title><content type='html'>I just went to Japan, Tokyo, for 1 week, with the school band (I'm from band) for band exchange program and it was extremely fun! There was not much difference there from here, Singapore, maybe because cities are alike.&lt;br /&gt;There can't be much difference anyway, with Singapore full of Chinese with a few random races among them, and Tokyo full of Japanese (who look like Chinese), and with quite a few tourist. So with the same environment there's not much difference.&lt;br /&gt;But there must be some difference, right? After all, it's another country we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Difference #1: The language. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh&lt;/span&gt;. Hard to know what they are talking about, but it doesn't matter though, you can always guess by your life experience, their hand gestures, and a bit of chinese. Life experiences as in, well, e.g. experiences with the cashier here, and knowing what will they say when you buy their stuff, you'll roughly know what the Japanese cashier is telling you.&lt;br /&gt;Difference #2: Their toilets. Well, Japan's toilets are very famous, but what I like most about is that their toilets always warm themselves up when you seat on them. Have you ever experience, on a cold night, when you felt like peeing, and you sit on the toilet seat, and your whole body goes numb because the toilet seat is too cold? In Japan, you probably don't have to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;Difference #3: The number of dustbins they have. In Singapore, there are dustbins everywhere, when you missed one dustbin, there's another a few steps away. But in Japan, to find a dustbin is an extremely difficult task. If you missed one dustbin, too bad for you, hold on to your rubbish a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;Difference #4: With so little dustbins, they are able to keep their environment as clean as Singapore's, and in Tokyo Disneyland, much more cleaner than in Singapore. It's probably the people there are very environmentally friendly. In Tokyo Disneyland, not a speck of rubbish is seen, and I saw a lady who dropped the map of Disneyland and immediately a worker went to pick it up. I guess it's so clean because they're very dedicated to cleaning up the place.&lt;br /&gt;Difference #5: Japanese people are very polite. Maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! They make you feel like a king in their restaurants, with their good services, and they make you feel as if they're your very best friend the moment you meet, during my exchange with them in their schools.&lt;br /&gt;Difference #6: What you need, they have, what you didn't think you'd need it, they have it too, making you realise you actually need it. They give you a sort of plate for you to put the money on in the cashier, which make it easier for them to take and count. They show you the amount of money they give you to show that they are not cheating your money or something like that. In Disneyland, there's a baby carriage park for mothers to park their baby carriages and take their babies to ride on rides without worrying that you are blocking the way or something. There's also an emergency exit route for people who got cold feet in the last minutes of the trill ride. And for each ride they give you the waiting time, so that you know approximately how long are you going to wait. Knowing that Disneyland's food are very expensive and many people are going to have a picnic, so there's even a picnic area for people who wants to picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Difference #7: Japanese people are very considerate, comparing to Singaporeans. They all keep to the left in the elevator, letting those who are in a hurry hurry up the elevator in the right. But they won't complain when people (us) are standing to the left of the elevator and blocking their way.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all the difference I can think up of now, so let's discuss where I went with the other band members.&lt;br /&gt;Day #1: Visit to Tokyo Tower (Tall and exciting, but if you really think about it, not really exciting) / Imperial Palce (Like the trees only, 'cause they have a funny shape) / Asakusa Kannon Temple (Like the shops there and the lanterns too!)&lt;br /&gt;Day #2: Disneyland!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Normal Disneyland fun, but with most of the time shopping, because, well, never get to shop much in Singapore, and the shops there sell really cool stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;Day #3: Visit to Yamaha and Yamano music store (Well, this is a music exchange program...but the store really is interesting, with instruments that are so well done that caused many oohs and ahhs), and Edo-Tokyo Museum (I hate museums...)&lt;br /&gt;Day #4: Visited Yamaha factory (Now I know how a french horn is made...not that I care...), and exchange with Mejiro Girls' High School. ( They have only 9 people in their band! With no oboes! Yet they play so well!)&lt;br /&gt;Day #5: Workshop with renown band conductor Toshio Akiyama. (We learnt the right way of warming up! And ended up playing very well! Ooh and if you add a 'r' to his name you'll get Toshiro! When I said that to my friend, Fang Yi, she sais that I'm mad. Hitsugaya Toshiro!!!!Ok I'm random.) Then we have another band exchange with Yono Shukutoku High School Band. (This time, their band consist of 100 members! Not only they have oboes, but they have English horn too! How nice! And they play really really really well!)&lt;br /&gt;Right that's all I think.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-2176803140169826774?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2176803140169826774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=2176803140169826774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2176803140169826774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/2176803140169826774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/japan-trip.html' title='Japan trip'/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859228866962907474.post-3925500697705399189</id><published>2008-06-17T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:43:58.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first time using a blog, so there's a lot of things I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I do know how to post a blog...duh...and next I'm going to try change the blogskin. Don't really know how too, my friend Clarissa only said a few things I need to do&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I seem to need teaching in everything I do. My bro said he figured out how to use the computer and such by himself and now he's a computer expert! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;envy envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's it for now, still got lots of homework to do, not that i purposely leave it till the end of the holidays, the school really gives too much homework...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boo hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859228866962907474-3925500697705399189?l=theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3925500697705399189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859228866962907474&amp;postID=3925500697705399189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/3925500697705399189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859228866962907474/posts/default/3925500697705399189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneandonlychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-this-is-my-first-time-using-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili "piano oboe player"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302159069166399673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zi6BnQxD2uE/R2DJljzwlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E-JzqDeSv7o/S220/IMGP0224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
