<?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-37279563</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:47:14.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Putting Things In Perspective-</title><subtitle type='html'>Whole New Understanding Of My World</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3073380913394436755</id><published>2007-04-15T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:22:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>go to: &lt;a href="http://www.people-need-the-Lord.blogspot.com"&gt;www.people-need-the-Lord.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. shifted site cos this address does not really edify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3073380913394436755?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3073380913394436755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3073380913394436755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3073380913394436755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3073380913394436755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7857611426132299697</id><published>2007-02-12T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:31:17.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings and confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sorry to inform you guys the super long post I uploaded to the one you see there didn't appear. I'm lazy to type it all over again so I'm just gonna talk about what you guys like to read. Just that it will be rather emotional 'cause it's quite close to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm really confused. Do I like pig now? Or have I already forgetten about him? I mean, from the very beginning I was SIMPLY STUPID. It was unadulterated stupidity. Why appear so JIAN?! The embarrassment I actually faced was so great what I can do is just broadcast it to the whole world. It's a thing about wrong personal decision making- IN ALL TOTALITY. The mistake I made, though simple, was probably the most un-though-about decision I ever made, and it cost me my FACE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Of course I can't say I have no take-aways from this. I learnt that we should really consider things carefully before carrying out- LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP. That's what I really lacked this time- the thought process, the action and reaction, I put not a thought into that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But I also took away from this a lot of embarrassment, some hurt and more skin on my face. The last item not necessarily a bad thing. Anyway I tatas gotta go do my zuowen and math for tmr. Haven't even STARTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lotsa love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7857611426132299697?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7857611426132299697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7857611426132299697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7857611426132299697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7857611426132299697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/mixed-feelings-and-confusion.html' title='Mixed feelings and confusion'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5278853401529821377</id><published>2007-02-11T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:08:07.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to my new blog!</title><content type='html'>go to my new blog! this one is screwed. I didnt want to change but this blog didnt SHOW my posts. so i'll copy the first few posts over and yea dont come here again.&lt;br /&gt;new blog: www.ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5278853401529821377?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5278853401529821377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5278853401529821377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5278853401529821377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5278853401529821377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-to-my-new-blog.html' title='Go to my new blog!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-1088286920831795293</id><published>2007-02-11T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:45:09.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion? Oh this is worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Speaking of confusion, I'm even MORE confused now. Here's what happened during teacher visitation:I was in the canteen, and Ness asked me, "Do you want me to take one last picture of Can Xiang for you?" I guess this isn't taking responsible risks considering I didn't even want it- I had a nice picture in the yearbook already. But anyway, I agreed and she took my phone and went off. I was talking to some other people at that time, so when she returned the phone I just looked at the picture, and all of a sudden someone yanked my right hand. I pulled free, and then my phone was gone. Looking up, I saw the culprit. I don't have to say who right? I screamed, "Delete the picture if you want, just return my phone!" And after he deleted, I tried to grab it from him and he passed it to Keith/Jasper until I couldn't keep track so I left them alone, thinking they would return it eventually like BQ. But no, it was worse. They left it lying around at a carpark in the school. NICE. I wanted to pour sportade on Can Xiang but by the time I found my phone he left already.&lt;br /&gt;I know you people think I'm always sharing my secrets, very 'bu yao lian'. Tell you guys something. You know why I don’t keep secrets? I've actually got a reason behind it. My parents always fought (big time, like 3 months don’t talk) when I was little, and my mum always told me not to tell anyone so I kept it to myself until I told Ness last year. I don’t know why her but it was quite a good choice. Anyway, I learnt that keeping stuff to myself is a really painful experience, so I guess it was automatic to learn to share my secrets with others from then on. Not that my parents don’t fight now, they STILL DO. But not so often and not so long. And through those experiences it really hurt me hard. And I used to cry a lot. But if you realise now I don’t cry at all in front of you guys. Of course part of me wants my face, but that’s not it. I actually do not feel sad enough to cry anymore. You know how sad I was during Graduation Day? I was TERRIBLY SAD. The nostalgia of carefree primary school days still strike me and I become unable to work for the whole day just thing about those things. But on Graduation Day and even now, when I try to cry about it, to let it out, it just doesn’t come out. I don’t know why, I guess maybe that’s why I actually liked Can Xiang. He cried- NORMALLY. You see, guys don’t usually cry. They find it embarrassing. But I'm actually rather embarrassed that I can't cry like others do. It feels terrible. Anyway, I gotta go do my homework and stuff, so byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-1088286920831795293?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1088286920831795293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=1088286920831795293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/1088286920831795293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/1088286920831795293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/confusion-oh-this-is-worse.html' title='Confusion? Oh this is worse'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-132544154411246564</id><published>2007-02-11T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:54:54.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO SEE, PEEPS~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Harlo! Oh man... I miss this place... I miss NYP... I miss the guys in class... BUT I realised that having an all girls school gives you loads more good friends for KEEPS. Then again, having guys in class birng along with them a whole load of entertainment. You know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Okkay. Now. Take a deep breath. I'm gonna help you catchup on my life. Ready? Here goes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm in a FUNTABULOUS class called ONE-ELEVEN. And I'm the tableperson! In 1/11 from NYP we have Zhiwen, Shiyin, Leevoon, Aidi, Lanabel and DUH me. =) My classchair is this girl called Victoria, and we have an amzing load of yuan fen. You see, her crush is in the same class as pig in HCI. AND HER CRUSH IS ALSO MY EX-CHURCH FRIEND before I got to IGNYTE! AMAZING. LOL. Ohyea. Blogger is fixed and problem-less. I am GLAD. I'm sitting beside this girl who calls herself Yvonne the mad. Not as bad as it sounds, okay?! Believe it or not, she's actually quite nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ok let's take a break from all the details to tune in to NEWSFLASH. Celebrate V-Day at &lt;a href="mailto:IGNYTE@Adam"&gt;IGNYTE@Adam&lt;/a&gt; on 10 Feb 2007 at 4.45pm! Y=MX+C, find out more about it through moi. -End of advertisement-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Okay the last bit leads me to my next point. I'm taking FRENCH! =) The syllabus is FAST. Even my dad says it's going fast! Basically they cram everything into you so you can write magnificent compositions but leave you unable to pronounce the words! For me, I can pronounce, my dad taught me. Problem is, I can't spell! xP AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-132544154411246564?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/132544154411246564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=132544154411246564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/132544154411246564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/132544154411246564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-time-no-see-peeps.html' title='LONG TIME NO SEE, PEEPS~!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3158395440740077353</id><published>2007-01-01T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:48:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skatesports RAWKS FOREVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Seriously, if you can't skate, you gotta learn it. It's super fun! After my 1 month package is finished, I wanna do salem (those cone tricks?) skating under this PRO instructor. He's super old unlike Skatesports instructors, but he's PRO. And I want those BEAUTIFUL salem skates! Well, my mum promised these, so she has to deliver! =) But salem skates are hardboot, so they're kind of uncomfortable. I mean, this Saturday I skated 4 hours and I got blisters, AND I  WAS USING SOFT-BOOT SKATES. So think about what would happen if I used hard-boot skates? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I also learnt something from Skatesports: Instructors called "Shane" are CUTE. There's an ANGMO shane and a CHINESE shane and both are CUTE. Haha. But not that I like them. The angmo shane is cocky... The chinese shane is nice, but he's in Sec 5, which is in other words, NORMAL STREAM. And the both of them super-old! Okay not super old, but old enough! Wait. Why am I blabbing away about GUYS again? I wanted to tell you about my skating class! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yea I forgot to mention. Skating, contrary to popular belief, is SUPER SAFE. I've only fallen a few times (okay I skated before) but as long as you bend you knees and lean forward, you'll NEVER fall. Unless you trip over a stone or you're too busy oggling at the Shane's or you talked too much (or super forgetful/clumsy like me) you won't fall backwards DURING CLASS. If you're self-taught (like me last time), you really fall a lot more, and on your bum and THAT REALLY HURTS. Not the 'ow.' kind of hurt, but the 'OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" kind of hurt. Haha. I WANNA LEARN SALEM SKATING THAT'S JUST SO COOL! But I need to learn backward skating and all that first... ='( There isn't skating today... But there's lesson tomorrow, Wednesday &amp; Thursday nights @ 7.30pm and on weekends @ 11am &amp;amp; 3pm IF IT DOESN'T RAIN. Trouble is, sometimes it rains out of the blue... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;GTG play piano, tatas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3158395440740077353?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3158395440740077353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3158395440740077353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3158395440740077353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3158395440740077353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/skatesports-rawks-forever.html' title='Skatesports RAWKS FOREVER!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-6408905832373593408</id><published>2006-12-29T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:14:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hm... What CCA should I take? I'm thinking of guitar. Then I can serve in worship! =) The weather's sunny. GREAT! Please keep it up! LOL. =) Skate class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-6408905832373593408?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6408905832373593408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=6408905832373593408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6408905832373593408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6408905832373593408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/ccas.html' title='CCAs'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-591969567719163407</id><published>2006-12-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:06:17.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STABBED BY JEAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was tagged by &lt;strong&gt;JEAN&lt;/strong&gt; to do this quiz. Hmm, I guess it's fine because I can't think of any other stuff to occupy myself with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1.The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this "game" and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there's no need to go this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. The most important thing: HAVE FUN DOING IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HERE GOES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#1 CHRISTIAN (ULTRA-IMPORTANT AND I KNOW IT. NOW I'M HAVING A DAMN LOT OF TROUBLE TRYING TO CONVERT SO-AND-SO...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#2 MORALLY UPRIGHT (INCLUDING HONEST...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#3 PRESENTABLE (INTELLECTUALLY &amp; LOOKS AND &lt;strong&gt;ABLE TO CARRY OUT AN INTELLECTUAL CONVERSATION!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#4 HUMOUROUS (AT LEAST MUST BE LAME LA, THAT IS, IF CAN'T BE FUNNY 'COS I'M ALWAYS BORED...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#5 MUSICALLY INCLINED (BECAUSE I AM, MUAHAHA. KIDDIN'!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#6 FUN-LOVING (THE EVER-SO-BORED ME AT WORK AGAIN...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#7 MILDER IN NATURE THAN ME (I'M THE AGGRESSIVE KIND AND YOU KNOW IT!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;#8 LIKES ME BACK (THIS IS OF ULTIMATE IMPORTANCE OKAY?! IT'S VIRTUALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO LIKE SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T LIKE YOU, YOU WILL ULTIMATELY GIVE UP EVEN IF IT ISN'T ANY TIME SOON. KIND, CARING, SENSITIVE AND ALL THAT CRAP WILL COME ALONG WITH THIS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sex (Jean, gender is mindset! But some Britons might answer 2 times a week or something if I put sex...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;: GUY (unless you say pig la!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tagged: Since the readers of my blog all read Jean's blog and I don't have the time to tag on others' blogs, its FREE FOR ALL can?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAPPY, JEAN? I MADE AN EFFORT TO DO THIS AND AM PAYING THE PRICE (GETTIN' SCOLDED), SO APPRECIATE! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tatas guys! Will miss ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-591969567719163407?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/591969567719163407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=591969567719163407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/591969567719163407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/591969567719163407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/stabbed-by-jean.html' title='STABBED BY JEAN'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-6741511873181486893</id><published>2006-12-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:51:58.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm gonna have to stop blogging for a LONG LONG TIME. But just in case I'm lucky, stay tuned. Will go online at every little opportunity. Man... I've had a bad time. My piano (playing) is in ruins and my exam is in next year March, so, wish me all the bad luck you can and I'll fail for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Since unless I get a miracle I won't come online tomorrow, MERRY XMAS in advance! Love all you guys forever! And don't forget to check out the TRUE meaning of Xmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Okay my holidays haven't been ALL WORK and NO PLAY. I went for all my church activities (though watchnight is too late for me) and had rollerblading classes at East Coast Park, Skatesports! It's really fun, good, cheap and the instructors are nice (and there's an instructor called Shane who's actually very cute.) Kiddin'... But he IS cute. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Jean, can you link me to the class blog? Thanks LOADS. =) I want to have more to fear about, my life is too boring. SOme embarrassment won't do me much harm (NOTE: This does not fall under the habit of mind- taking responsible risks!) Little children, please do not try this at home. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-6741511873181486893?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6741511873181486893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=6741511873181486893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6741511873181486893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6741511873181486893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-luck.html' title='Bad luck'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7766658876458072847</id><published>2006-12-20T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:55:49.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minesweeping~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Back to my very, very, very, very old hobby: minesweeping! You know, that game that comes with Windows? Click Start, All Programmes, Games, Minesweeper. And voila! You play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My scores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beginner: 9 sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Intermediate: 64 sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Expert: 223 sec (This one is especially bad because I have to go ULTRA-SLOW to be careful!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm currently trying to break the record for the expert level, because previously I went VERY VERY SLOWLY to complete the thing. And now the situation seems the same. I keep getting careless, or else my mouse slips when I go too fast. I WANT A GAMING MOUSE (though I don't play those 'graphic' games much!) I'm using the stupid laptop FINGER mouse so its ESPECIALLY HARD. AHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7766658876458072847?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7766658876458072847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7766658876458072847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7766658876458072847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7766658876458072847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/minesweeping.html' title='Minesweeping~!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3495599382501309196</id><published>2006-12-20T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:46:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh blogger is out of beta! They say, "Check out all the new stuff!" Yet I don't see anything new. Bleh. I'm bored. And angry at the person who tagged as 'anonymous' on the class blog. Hm... WHO CAN IT BE ARH?! I thought it could be STUPID PIG. Haha. He's got a new nickname! Hm. The first nick was 'pole guy', then 'CES', then '(x', then 'busy guy' and now 'stupid pig'!!! I think stupid pig (the nickname I mean) is the best! LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3495599382501309196?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3495599382501309196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3495599382501309196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3495599382501309196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3495599382501309196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-1591849565097863959</id><published>2006-12-20T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:11:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIG=?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now I know why I called that stupid CanXiang a PIG. After thinking about it at night, pigs are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;GAY, DUMB, FAT (but CUTE) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Haha. I wonder... Will he come online today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-1591849565097863959?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1591849565097863959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=1591849565097863959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/1591849565097863959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/1591849565097863959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/pig.html' title='PIG=?'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3279825430260052471</id><published>2006-12-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:09:51.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID I WAS ONLINE MORNING &amp;amp; NIGHT AND YOU CAME ONLINE IN THE AFTERNOON. URGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" That's my MSN personal msg. CAN XIANG WAS ONLINE IN THE AFTERNOON. He's in Malaysia, so he can go online. Stupid pig (DUH trying not to swear remember I'm trying? This must be a test!) Pig isn't a swear word right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;PIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3279825430260052471?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3279825430260052471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3279825430260052471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3279825430260052471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3279825430260052471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid.html' title='STUPID'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-6334098965930530896</id><published>2006-12-19T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:14:34.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh 'Celebrate!' was FUN (FOOD &amp; GAMES), but it was also kind of sad, because IGNYTE is spliting into IGNYTE @ Adam &amp;amp; IGNYTE @ Paya Lebar! But of course, that's also supposed to be happy, because then we can have multiplication. Oh yea, actually, they said outsiders could go too. So by right I could have spent more $$$ and bought you guys tickets to go too. =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;So sad I can't go for service this Saturday, I have to go for my half-granduncle's housewarming. SAD. I WANT TO GO FOR IGNYTE!!! IT'S ONLY ONCE A WEEK!!! But the service was pushed back to 5pm-7pm, and my half-granduncle's housewarming starts at 7pm!!! NO...! And worse still, the audition for worship ministry might be on that day. NO!!! Okay I've complained ENOUGH. So, BYEE! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-6334098965930530896?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6334098965930530896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=6334098965930530896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6334098965930530896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6334098965930530896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5434911540211398981</id><published>2006-12-18T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:41:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS ANYONE READING MY BLOG?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;AHH! Are you guys READING my blog?  It's so creepy when I have a LONG post and no one comments! =) I'M GOING FOR 'CELEBRATE!' TONIGHT! SO HAPPY!!! =) Haha. I have to practise my piano AGAIN, so TATAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5434911540211398981?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5434911540211398981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5434911540211398981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5434911540211398981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5434911540211398981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-anyone-reading-my-blog.html' title='IS ANYONE READING MY BLOG?!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-8864937014932608871</id><published>2006-12-17T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:09:04.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gonna blog TOO OFTEN now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yea you saw my title. I'm not gonna blog very often now that school is starting, my piano exam is fast-apporaching and that basically, we're busy people. AGREE? Anyway, I don't want to BORE YOU GUYS with the miunute details of my everyday life! As we all know, life without school can turn out quite boring, because we have less to complain about. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I didn't say this earlier, but actually there's a french guy (my dad's friend) from Reunion Island staying over at my house! He was here the day after I left for camp, and this morning he and my dad went to Malacca for just to take a look at the place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hm... OH YES. YESTERDAY I SIGNED UP FOR WORSHIP MINISTRY AT IGNYTE!!!!! So happy. But I think those people are just gonna pray about it first and then call up those people God tells them to. This thing is so spirit-led, sometimes (to me), it's creepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;AND YES, COME 2007, VISIT MY CHURCH (Trinity Christian Centre) ON SATURDAY, 5pm, at ADAM ROAD(very near NYPS)! It's gonna be even COOLER than it is now! In the chapel there's gonna be more coloured lights, a youth lounge, extended worship, V Day specials, illustrated sermons, 'DJs' playing christian songs outside chapel and the like. =) Can't wait for all that. So, COME TO MY CHURCH! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;lalala. Can't think of anything to write. No wait. 'CELEBRATE!' Xmas dinner is on Monday (TOMORROW!) I know what I wanna wear, but I want a new white shirt. AHH. My mum won't buy for me. Hrmph. Never mind I guess... xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm going to Centrepoint because my mum wants to buy her stuff. And have lunch. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;TATAS FOR NOW! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-8864937014932608871?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8864937014932608871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=8864937014932608871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8864937014932608871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8864937014932608871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-gonna-blog-too-often-now.html' title='Not gonna blog TOO OFTEN now'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5818156442695497932</id><published>2006-12-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:06:18.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMERGE: A New Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yep, I'm back from IGNYTE camp and the title of the camp is- EMERGE: A New Generation! We had a AWESOME time worshiping God, loads of fun and games and yummy food! It's open for ALL, so even if you aren't christian, you CAN go and have fun with us! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I brought along my blog substitution diary, so I'll just copy over whatever I wrote inside. Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;******************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-10 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.45pm- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay! I'm at church now, waiting for my group's bus to be announced. It's my FIRST IGNYTE CAMP! I'm sure it'll be exciting, but this wait is boring (note: this was the ONLY boring bit of camp)... I'm gonna be buddies with Nina, who's 13. The other 2 girls are Lenice &amp; Jasmine, who are 14 &amp;amp; 16 respectively. There's also our leader, Jeannette (15) and 5 gigantic guys (including assistant leader Samuel- 16, Ming Yang- 15, Asaph- 13, Joshua &amp; Lawrence- 14). Jeannette's dad is the camp doctor, so my mum can stop worrying about me getting ill xP Everyone in my group seems great, very cooperative. I'm sure we'll do great in the games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3pm- Finally we're on the bus! I think very soon I'm gonna doze off. It's quite sad that our group was split into 2 buses so there's only 2 girls, Jeannette &amp;amp; I on the bus. Yawn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4.30pm- Ah... Finally cleared customs and all the other crap. Feels good. But we'll arrive in Malacca only at 7pm! Shared my bag of candy with the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-11 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12.30am- Hehe. I know it's late. No, it's EARLY IN THE MORNING! We arrived at Makota Hotel, Malacca, and had a sumptuous dinner to fill our hungry tummies. After that we went for a very sumptuous service to fill our souls, hungry for God. Experiencing God is something that doesn't come in words, so I won't EXPLAIN... Now Chloe, Jeannette and Sis. Joanne are my roomates in this condotel 7051 (living room, kitchen, dining room, 2 bedrooms &amp; 2 toilets) but right now Sis. Joanne is at the sisters' briefing, and there are also the people from 7054 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because they can't open their room door! Ah I'm tired... Gonna sleep... NOW. BYE. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-12 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12.35am- Wowee. Yesterday was GREAT. Just that I didn't get enough sleep because we forgot to raise the room temperature from 15 degrees celcius! In Malaysia, it's super cold (especially when we were WET and wearing T-SHIRTs &amp;amp; SHORTS!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was a FUN day (we played games the whole day.) Well nearly... We also had a wonderful spirit-led service. And the sermon was one that left the GREATEST IMPACT on my life. Pastor Gary preached about building God's house, and using our gifts to serve Him in the respective ministries. "Okay", I thought, "This is FOR ME", because even before that, I was thinking about my future, and what I do with my gifts. You see, my gifts are very different. God has blessed me in the area of music, academics and human relations. These are all very different in nature, so I always wonder, "What does God want me to do? Why all these different gifts, and how do they go together?" And this is the scary bit. Pastor Gary said, "I know some of you are talented in singing, -pause-, ... ... ... Yea I know that the sermon was very direct to me in the first place, but why this special emphasis on singing? Okay actually that was a brainless chicken question, I already know the answer. My voice is my greatest gift from God, so I'm gonna use it to serve Him, to glorify His name. But even so, the fact that out of the blue Pastor Gary said that was a great shock to me and it touched my heart, and I CRIED. YES, METAL HEART (yours truly) CRIED. But I didn't respond to the section of the altar call which called for those who wanted to build God's house, but the one to receive the gift of Tongues (baptism in the Holy Spirit), which means that you can speak direct to God through the Heavenly language which is spoken and only God can understand. If you go for camp you'll hear most people speak it. Anyway, I chose the tongues altar call because most people who responded to the 'serving God' altar call were seeking revelation as to which aspect of church ministry they should serve in. I already know, thought about it for a long, long time, I'm gonna step out of my comfort zone and be a vocalist. Then again, joining the worship team isn't going to be easy. It's going to be time &amp; energy draining, but worth it all the same. I told Jeannette about it, and I found out that when anyone from the worship says something or plays/sings something, it's guided by the spirit, it's from God and is occasionally prophetic (if the situation calls for it.) Still, when IGNYTE splits into Adam &amp;amp; Paya Lebar, they will need vocalists. If it's His plan, I will take a step of faith, join the worship team and I believe God will give me the annointing to lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now I'll go on the the games we played. I remember all the games, but there are just TOO MANY, so I'll just share my favourite- the Night Experiencial Workshop. Sounds boring? NOT AT ALL. Basically we were blindfolded and led as a group to different rooms to do quests. Then we slowly split up so we took turns to lead and be led around, one-to-one. I remember there was a torture station at the Tennis Court where the guy there kept telling us, "PUSH-UP POSITION, DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! NOT TOGETHER, START FROM ZERO! ANYONE WANTS TO GIVE UP? -NO SIR!- SURE? GIRLS? -NO SIR!- COME ON, YOU ARE BLINDFOLDED, NO ONE CAN SEE YOU! -NO SIR!- OKAY DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! NOT FAST ENOUGH, SIT-UP POSITION! ANYONE WANTS TO GIVE UP? NO? PUSH-UP POSITION DOWN! WHY DO YOU KEEP GOING ON LIKE THAT? HALF-SQUATS!" At that point in time I couldn't take it. I actually yelled back at that guy. I said, "We're a team." That guy didn't expect it. He was so fierce, so no one talked back. Then there was a room where we were supposed to spot 2 differences and it turned out that there were 2 t-shirts folded differently. ARGH. After the whole thing, we were told to go for de-brief and we ended up doing hour long worship! Yay! The spirit of God was there. It was amazing. Uh-oh. The ceiling is leaking onto our bed, where our pillows are. I'll get Jeannette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1.50pm- So the problem was solved, the four of us shifted to 6031. By then it was about 1.30am I think, but at least we got a room! But we got a little worried because we were supposed to wake at 7am and the whole day would be service! I love service, and feeling that touch from God! We had one service this morning and again, it was awesome. Actually now it's supposed to be nap time, but Jeannette, Chloe &amp; I were waiting outside our rooms for Sis. Joanne to come with the key. Now that she's here, I can write on the bed! Yay =) We waited 50min for her! But we can't blame her, she's busy with all her sisters' duties and all. I prayed for strength because we slept little at night. In the Bible it is written, "Those who hope in the Lord will renue their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Because tonight, we are having night service, and it's gonna drag as usual. Oh no, it's 2.30pm already. I need to go for games. WITHOUT NAPPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-13 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1.30am- The game was this uber-fun evangelistic game which simulates real-life scenarios and showed us the importance of sharing the Good News to our oikos as well as the urgency to spread the gospel ASAP before times runs out for our friends and ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;After that we bathed, and had Group Dynamics over dinner before we proceeded for service. To be frank, I was rather disapointed with myself that I couldn't really focus on God and kept getting distracted. During that service we asked God to reveal His plan for us and we were warned that the greater God's plan for us, the more obstacles the devil will try to place before us. This is quite telling: I don't know what His plan for me is, but I know it's something great, since God gives great things. But because I got distracted easily, I didn't manage to hear from God. No matter what, I'm gonna keep faith, press on and continue the work He has begun in me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just done packing my bag for tomorrow. I'm so sad I've gotta go back! I just wish I could stay here with my friends, pastors and leaders and praise God forever. But no, I've gotta go back and SAVE MY OIKOS. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-13 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8.10pm-I've reached Singapore! We rushed the whole day to have breakfast, service &amp;amp; lunch. The sad thing is, I MISSED RECRUITMENT for the different ministries. I know now that it isn't time. I will wait 'till it's time, of course. Actually I know why I missed recruitment. I've been trying to serve Him out of OBLIGATION, not out of LOVE. Jeannette wrote each of us a note, and I found mine really relevant. She said in one of the lines, "I look forward to the day I can see you serving God &lt;em&gt;out of your love for him&lt;/em&gt;. She even UNDERLINED the italic-ed bit. She knows where my problem lies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Over lunch we filled in each others' contacts. Seriously, seems like nearly everyone in IGNYTE uses MSN! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;******************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This camp has a wonderful experience for me (though discipline is STRICT and we have to pumping if we're late for stuff), I had lots of fun and at the same time found my own personal relationship with God. It's amazing that nearly EVERYONE in IGNYTE can pray very very fast, which means they don't think. They just pray what God tells them to pray. Praying is just humbling your heart to ask from God although he already knows what you want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I also found out that our group leader Jeannette has actually been called to be a missionary in Tibet where there are many cults and lamas. I really have to pray to God to guide her and protect her because it's really dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will DEFINITELY go to camp next year, if I'm going for holiday at that time I will cancel it (if I can) to go to camp. There will be a few things I would do next year. 1. Bring ALL black t-shirts (and less clothes). 2. Bring a water-boiler. 3. Bring more candy &amp; chocs (M&amp;amp;Ms also).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There were many amazing miracles that happened during camp, many accepted Christ, many were baptised in the Holy Spirit, many were slain, many (like me) found their own personal relationship with God and many were healed by the healing power of God. Let me share with you one of the testimonies that happened during camp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There was a camper who couldn't hear well in her right ear, and when she was slain, she God touched her heart, she cried and her tears FLOWED TO HER EAR and she was HEALED miraculously. Praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okay there're another two from me. 2 years ago, I went to this church for a 5 day workshop with my maternal extended family. My grandfather is schizophrenic, and he has tried several times to kill my grandmother and her maid. So we brought him to the church to deliver him and to heal him. After attending the workshop, he no longer tries to kill my grandmother, becomes more gentle in nature and very, very friendly and normal. Amazing isn't it? =0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I also went to this seminar in Singapore and there was this lady whose legs weren't equal in length. What the pastor did was, she told her husband to put his hand where the longer foot was when she prayed. When she finished praying, HER SHORTER FOOT TOUCHED HER HUSBAND'S HAND! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There are tons of miracles that God has done in this world, most of which I don't know of. These 3 are just some of the miracles I know God. GOD IS REAL. VERY VERY REAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I won't be missing my group members from Uriah because I have their MSN addresses! It's sad that some of us are going to IGNYTE @ Adam and some are going to IGNYTE @ Paya Lebar! But we'll keep in touch anyway, and we will see each other during 'Celebrate!', an IGNYTE Xmas dinner on 18 Dec. This year it isn't open for all (we have to pay $20 as well.) But I'm already looking forward to IGNYTE service on Saturday, party on Monday, and CAMP NEXT YEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Is this post long? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5818156442695497932?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5818156442695497932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5818156442695497932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5818156442695497932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5818156442695497932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/emerge-new-generation.html' title='EMERGE: A New Generation'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7854912045536658994</id><published>2006-12-10T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:50:28.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNYTE CAMP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday I had IGNYTE service. Nothing much. Just a normal service. But for cell we just played games. It was quite fun but I can't stand that 'Rachel' girl (not Rachel Lim my darling, or Rachel Ang or Rachel Wang)! So stuck-up bossy and mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'M GOING TO MALACCA IN HALF-HOUR'S TIME!!! I'm not bringing my phone though... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last night was SMSing Can Xiang. He likes to dish out a lot of tips. Like choosing a channel with least people (for noobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GTG bye! Cya will update you with the latest info when I get back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7854912045536658994?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7854912045536658994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7854912045536658994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7854912045536658994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7854912045536658994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/ignyte-camp.html' title='IGNYTE CAMP!!!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-8199352149923297652</id><published>2006-12-08T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:14:03.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, surprise! Maple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh my GOSH. Look how nice I am. A P4 next year P5 choir member got me to create a maple account. Amazing? Now the problem is... WHAT DO I DO WITH IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can someone help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Username: lauriepop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-8199352149923297652?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8199352149923297652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=8199352149923297652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8199352149923297652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8199352149923297652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/surprise-surprise-maple.html' title='Surprise, surprise! Maple...'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7441354013208042172</id><published>2006-12-07T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:29:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yesterday was so boring, I don't remember a thing about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today... Well, slightly better I guess. I'm only blogging because I'm importing songs from CDs to my iTunes. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A day in the holiday life of Laura Lim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;9am-12nn: Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;12nn-1pm: Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;AFTERNOON OF SLACKING, BLOGGING &amp; STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;7pm-8pm: Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;NIGHT FOR TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well, that isn't very right... But it's not very wrong either. So well, that's about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But today is boring in a special way. My parent's friend is visiting. How boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh well, I'm busy buying stuff from the iTunes store. Byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7441354013208042172?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7441354013208042172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7441354013208042172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7441354013208042172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7441354013208042172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored-again.html' title='Bored again'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-4672426402261796135</id><published>2006-12-05T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:10:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry very sorry Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm terribly sorry for insulting, offending or angering you in any way. I have removed everything concerning that on my blog, do check to see if there is anything else you would like me to remove. Also I hope you won't be OS, I'm relatively sure I didn't mention anything that prevents you from liking him &lt;em&gt;even if you do&lt;/em&gt; (in your words). If I did, once again, I'm very very very very very sorry. I wasn't trying to be posessive, I was basically speculating (sorry I won't do that again) and &lt;strong&gt;wrongly&lt;/strong&gt; speculating in your case, ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So... don't be angry with me okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A very very very very very sorry &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lim Shi Ying Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-4672426402261796135?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4672426402261796135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=4672426402261796135&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/4672426402261796135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/4672426402261796135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/nonono.html' title='Sorry very sorry Jean'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7697980308963586099</id><published>2006-12-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:53:55.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serious. Boring day. I just played the piano and read "Simply Her" magazine. And SMSed Can Xiang, Vanessa &amp; Jean. I wrongly accused Can Xiang of 'dao'-ing me yesterday I think. He's painting his house, ultra-busy. Seems like everyone's painting/renovated their houses! Eg. Jean, Me, Can Xiang, Orty. Isn't that... Enough?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so EXCITED about the IGNYTE camp! It's THIS SUNDAY. We're taking a coach to Malacca, Makota Hotel and staying there for 4 days &amp;amp; 3 nights (without parents BTW)! Okay that isn't my first time la. I went to China with choir friends. THAT WAS AMAZINGLY FUN. AMAZING. But in Malacca, I won't be able to SMS because it's gonna be like... 50c per SMS? That's expensive, though I admit to being extravagant. In Vietnam I spent $2 on Vanessa! Haha wasn't I nice? LMAO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna watch Goong now, BYEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7697980308963586099?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7697980308963586099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7697980308963586099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7697980308963586099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7697980308963586099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/boring-day.html' title='BORING DAY!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-441803847903235520</id><published>2006-12-04T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:27:38.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today! Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today was quite interesting in the sense that I did everything I set out to accomplish- except work in the gym but that isn't counted because I'm a little unwell and my mum banned me from it, for the moment. Anyway, I don't know where I placed the receipt for the Resident Card! So I hope that I'll only want to use the gym when my card comes... Hope I get it right after my IGNYTE camp! That would be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the morning I played the piano, for 3 WHOLE HOURS! And I checked the street directory to find out where Verde Cresent was. No prizes for guessing who's address that is. I found out that only one bus plies the nearest bus stop to his house, and its 307, a number I've never heard of. Verde cresent is in Choa Chu Kang and approximately 5.5 km from my house. Marathon runners can jog there, no sweat. But how on earth did he take bus from Coronation Plaza home on Fridays? I shudder to think of the number of times he has to change bus. And how on earth is he going to take the bus home from HCI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I remember SMSing Can Xiang a couple of times, but because he didn't reply I just figured he REALLY wanted me to get lost. You see, I asked him before why he told SR to tell Ryan to get lost when she said he was bothering her but he didn't tell me to get lost. So the reply was, "K lor, get lost." Really weird. And because Vanessa wanted to find out if Can Xiang really liked her as I suspected, I SMSed him,"Do you like Vaness? Just tell the truth." I got a LONG REPLY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No I do not like any girls at any age, any class, or any level, or any&lt;br /&gt;school, or any country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seriously, that sounded like something a gay proud-to-be-gay would say... Anyway, last night I was SMSing SR in bed, and she asked me if I was meeting up with Can Xiang this holiday. I said no, so she suggested I arrange one with some girls and guys and make it like a group date. But I knew Can Xiang would just love to be left alone, be gay, and stay away from me! I told SR I could wait 'till the next class gathering. Then again, he could have a GF by then! SR rightfully pointed out that it wasn't possible, because I would murder her! Which was so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Continuation of what happened today. After lunch, I blogged, blogged, blogged, read blogs and maintained the class blog (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.6k2oo6.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;www.6k2oo6.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;). I went Vanessa's blog, but was saddened that she hasn't posted since PSLE results release! I read Jean's blog and was amused by all her quizes. I read Cheryl's blog, but it confused me in various ways. Contrary to common belief, Cheryl did not use PERFECT english in her blog. Simple reason? I was written as i. I know I'm fussy, but it irks me! Somehow... Also Cheryl's blog mentioned two guys, and I found it hard to 1) understand who on earth they were and tell them apart 2) understand the situation and, 3) empathize with her because of her troubles even though I have had my share of crushes and their pains. Since we're on this topic, I will share with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crush 1: Malaysian. Left little impression. Was slowly forgotten. Left no scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crush 2: Singaporean. Left bad impression. Was forcefully forgotten. Left light scars that have faded away completely. I'll tell you his story... I met this idiot during a trip to Italy last December. Sweet guy 6 years older than me. Dumb like an ass (donkey, PUN INTENDED). Revealed that he watched porn due to his unadulterated stupidity. I approached Janne, who advised me to concentrate on my studies and not handle any relationships before the PSLE. I heeded her advice and never looked at any guy before the PSLE. After that, all my friends and I considered Crush 2 as taboo. I got so mad with Vanessa that I slapped her on the back because she mentioned the taboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crush 3: This one you all know about. Singaporean I think... But his mum is supposedly Malaysian, as I eavesdropped from parents' conversations during the class party because I heard his name being mentioned. Impression as a sweet guy with very cute smile. I tried to forget this pig, I deleted his number, but I could memorise it. Scars? Well, some. Like when he said,"No wonder your voice sounds like shit." Well my voice is one thing I don't like people to ridicule. Whether he meant it is one thing I would like to know, I guess. Also when he told Jean when she asked him if he liked me "Hell, no." There were a few ocassions I guess. This crush is special. The reason being, he's the only one who never liked me back. A humbling experience. Also before this, I always told people "Guys from NYPS GEP (in our level) aren't worth liking." That was my favourite phrase, you can ask my friends about me, before I met SO-AND-SO. I remember, actually on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL 2006 I looked at the pig and I thought,"Hey! This guy's kind of cute..." but I never thought much of it. We were actually in the same group before, for HALF-A-DAY, before I complained that I was always in an all-boys group. AND I'M MAD BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO NANJING. MY PARENTS ACTUALLY SIGNED THE FORM, BUT I THREW IT AWAY AND SAID I LOST IT BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANNA GO. NOW I WANT TO GO!!! Too late for regrets. Oh well. That was just inevitable, I guess... It's by divine orchestration that I didn't go. That's because there's no such think as 'fate'. Everything happens because of divine orchestation. Too bad for me, I guess...Anyway even if I had gone, 1) I wouldn't have changed the situation, might even have made it worse and, 2) we're still going to different secondary schools and JCs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish I had taken a picture of Can Xiang's smile that day at the party. I have a picture of him, but it's really UGLY. It's a group photo, and he wasn't smiling so you couldn't see his dimples. BOO. I might as well delete it! Oh man. Graduation is really something that I wish had never happened to me. I love the time was spent as 6K after the PSLE and I don't understand why people found it boring. It was fun to me! Oh no. I'm getting sentimental. But I still don't cry. Oh no oh no WILL I EVER CRY? Actually I really wish Can Xiang blogged, like I do. Honest and frank posts. I'm dying to know what goes on in that pig brain of his! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess that's enough of regrets and all that crap. I'm ready to start with a new life in RGS. Now I'm going to watch Goong. I cut a slice of yummy black forest just now. Yumm. xP Byee! Seeya soon! By The Way, I'm only blogging on a regular basis during the holidays. When school starts I'll probably blog once a week... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-441803847903235520?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/441803847903235520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=441803847903235520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/441803847903235520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/441803847903235520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-finally.html' title='Today! Finally...'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5001175843235888328</id><published>2006-12-04T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:05:23.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Welcome to the Trinity Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Before I begin the boring stuff, I'll like to clarify that since George Bush doesn't read my blog, I hate George Bush because his wife has my name. LOL. Lame, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok then yesterday... After adult service, which I follow my parents too, I ate a small 'rushed' lunch and went for the Welcome to the Trinity Family class, which the trainer Pastor Derrick opened using a catchline "Welcome to the Welcome to the Trinity Family" class. His, and pastor Gary's speeches made me realise why I met my friends, teachers and yes, even Can Xiang. My purpose on earth is to share the good news, to spread the gospel to others so that they can be saved from the lake of fire by the blood of Jesus which was shed for us, just like I was saved. I realised that I needed to pray for the salvation of my dear friends, so I listed them on a piece of paper and prayed. And after this I've got to take action. AND I NEED TO SPEND Time Alone With God!!! That's something I've found great difficulty keeping, unlike other things. I can feel the spiritual warfare IN me when I just pick up the Bible. That's the power of God's word. It's so strong the devil wants to prevent me from reading it! Another thing is that I want to be baptised in the Holy Spirit. I want to speak in tongues. Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday I watched the finals for the table-tennis match, Singapore v.s. China. Obviously, we lost. I knew Can Xiang was a school team table tennis player so I told him the time and channel to watch it. He didn't reply... Surprisingly, table tennis is a rare sport that not only my parents approve of, they PLAY IT. I play pingpong too, but I'm not exceptional at it, just average. I always get thrashed by my dad because he's PRO. Man! Good thing I can win my mum. I've been begging my parents for professional rollerblading lessons, not tennis anymore. That's because I can already rollerblade but I CAN'T BRAKE. I'd rather rollerblade well than play a bit of tennis and rollerblade only when there are bars around. xP Okay I'm not that bad, but I've to go SLOWLY to prevent crashing into things! Besides, if you read the class blog, I want to go rollerblading with friends, with 6K 2006!!! That would be great. And of course, I have to learn to brake. That's basically all that happened yesterday unlessyou count going to buy a black forest cake something uniquely interesting... Well... Read the post about TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5001175843235888328?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5001175843235888328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5001175843235888328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5001175843235888328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5001175843235888328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-welcome-to-trinity-family.html' title='Yesterday, Welcome to the Trinity Family'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3181616837399065186</id><published>2006-12-04T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:24:19.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mostly-sex quiz from Jean's blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BADDIE QUIZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smoked. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Drank alcohol. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cried when someone died. [x. Only on TV]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been drunk. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had sex. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had illegal sex. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been to a concert. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Given a handjob/gotten a handjob. [WHAT'S THAT?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;iven a blowjob/gotten a blowjob. [WHAT'S THAT?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been verbally sexually harassed. [x.Xin Yang yelled,"Laura likes Can Xiang" SUPER LOUD?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Verbally sexually harassed somebody. [x.If you count the mushy SMS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Felt someone up and/or been felt up. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laughed so hard something came out of your nose. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been to prom. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cried at school. [x. When I lost my hanky on kindergarten 1st day]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went streaking. [WHAT'S THAT?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Given a lap dance.[SAME AS ABOVE] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex in your room. [x. DADDY!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over. [] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kissed a stranger. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hugged a stranger. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went scuba diving. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Driven a car. [x. BUMPER CAR!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotten an xray. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hit by a car. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had a party. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Done drugs. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Played strip poker. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got paid to strip for someone. [My figure isn't that nice JK xP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ran away from home. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Broken a bone. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eaten sushi. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bought porn. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;atched porn. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Made porn. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had a crush on someone of the same sex. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been in love. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Frenched kissed. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cried yourself to sleep. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laughed yourself to sleep. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stabbed yourself. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shot a gun. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day. [x. Tammy from TLL]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been online for 9 consecutive hours. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watched an animal die. [x. ANTS. I killed them]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watched a person die. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pranked somebody. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Put somebody in the hospital. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kissed somebody of the same sex. [] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dressed punk. [x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dressed goth. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dressed preppy. [x. Always do.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been to a motocross race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Studied somebody. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been stalked. [x. In Italy they wanna rob you so they stalk you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stalked someone. [x. Can Xiang, over SMS xP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Met a celebrity. [x. Guo Liang @ United Square]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Played an instrument. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ridden a horse. [x. For a photo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cut yourself. [x. Accident]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bungee jumped. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ding dong ditched somebody. [x. If I told you about it...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been to a wild party. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got caught stealing something. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kicked a guy in the balls. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went your with your friend's crush []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got arrested. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been pregnant. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Babysat. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been to another country. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Started your house on fire. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had an encounter with a ghost []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Donated your hair to cancer patients. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been asked out by someone that you never though you'd to be asked out by. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cried over a member of the opposite sex [x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sat on your ass all day.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had a job. [x. From my dad xP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotten cut from a sports team. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been called a whore. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Danced like a whore. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been mistaken for a celebrity. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been in a car accident. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been told you have beautiful eyes. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been told you have beautiful hair. [x. Amanda, being polite]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Raped somebody. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Danced in the rain. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been rejected. [x. RECENTLY]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walked out of a restaurant without paying. []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Punched someone/slapped someone in the face. [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total -- 36/100 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3181616837399065186?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3181616837399065186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3181616837399065186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3181616837399065186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3181616837399065186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/mostly-sex-quiz-from-jeans-blog.html' title='The mostly-sex quiz from Jean&apos;s blog.'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3125222660264799737</id><published>2006-12-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:33:47.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LURVE JEAN'S QUIZES! She has another one too... Mainly about sex though.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW BAD AM I IN SCHOOL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[brackets with crosses means it has been done] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have gotten F9 grades for math many times[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You do last minute homework in class[x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You use your handphone to text your friends in class[x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your phone got confiscated before[skill required!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You listen to music during class[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You sleep in class[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You curse teachers[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are always late for extra classes[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You doodle on tables[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You make out in class[DUH NO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are rebellious with some teachers[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You sometimes hand up work late[x. DUH!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You make fun of the nerds and geeks[x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have broken school rules[x. DUH!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You sometimes don't have the correct books[x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You don't take notes[x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Recess is your favourite part of school[x. sometimes.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You hang out after school[] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You lie to your teachers about homework[] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You tell your parents you don't have homework to do when you do.[x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have made someone cry in school[x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You copied homework before[x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You threw away homework before but said you didn't even receive it[] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You laugh at the way some teachers walk[x! CLS!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have been late couple of times[x. ONCE or TWICE?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCORE FOR BADNESS :D : 13/22&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm much worse than Jean! More than DOUBLE leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAD SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad? Just sit at a corner and sulk. Or pretend nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done when you're mad? Slapped Ness numerous times on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Ever made someone cry when you were mad? Don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. Ever physically hurt someone when you were mad? Toldya in Q2! ARE YOU LISTENING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Do you curse when you're mad? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAD SECTION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. When was the last time you cried like mad? When... I thought Can Xiang liked Vanessa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Ever cried yourself to sleep? When my mum scolded me when I was small...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. Ever cried on your friend's shoulder? No. Don't cry infront of them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. Do you cry when you get an injury? Depends on what it is! -DUH-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. Do certain songs make you cry? Depends on who's there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAIN SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;11. What's the worst thing you've done to someone else? Dumped *him*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;12. How depressed can you get? Scream "I'm depressed!" which means I never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;13. How much do you smile? So much that Orty asked me,"Why do you smile so much?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;14. What can make you happy? Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;15. Do you wish you were happier? Never did. I don't want to go insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;16. Does being with your friends make you happy? WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THIS? DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;17. Have you ever loved someone? Yep. Parents, teachers, friends, guys. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;18. Did you ever love a person and told him/her? Yep. Parents, teachers, friends, guys. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;19. Have you ever loved someone so much, it made you cry? Not really. Maybe when my parents fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;20. Has anyone besides your friends and family said 'I love you' to you? Nope. I'm not a 'mei nu'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;21. Have you ever hated anyone that broke your heart? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;22. Do you hate George Bush? That depends on who's reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF-ESTEEM SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;23. Is your self-esteem extremely low? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;24. Do you believe in yourself? Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;25. What do you say when people say they think you are pretty/handsome? Thank you. (And exclaim,"Oh! No one has ever said that to me before!" before bursting into tears. Okay leave out that bit.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;26. Are you one of those idiots who think they are ugly, dumb and fat? Not at all, because firstly I'm not an idiot, I'm don't think I'm dumb or fat EVEN IF I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;27. Ever wanted to kill yourself 'cos you thought you weren't good enough? I'm always good enough for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;28. Are you happy with who you are? Couldn't be happier. Contentment is really the key to happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3125222660264799737?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3125222660264799737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3125222660264799737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3125222660264799737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3125222660264799737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-lurve-jeans-quizes-she-has-another.html' title='I LURVE JEAN&apos;S QUIZES! She has another one too... Mainly about sex though.'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-8226567246928471688</id><published>2006-12-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T17:47:07.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter, the best medicine. Adapted from Jean's blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Why the man who invests all your money called a broker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. If horrific means to make horrible, does terrific mean to make terrible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. Why is it called building when it is already built?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do bars have parking lots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. If vegetarians ! eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?? Humans???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hitler: My dog has no nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Crowd: How does it smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hitler: Awful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A man speaks to his doctor after an operation. He says, "Doc, now that the surgery is done, will I be able to play the piano?" The doctor replies, "Of course!" The man says, "Good, because I couldn't before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1st Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Daddy and Mommy are fighting in the living room, right in front of their little son. Daddy : Oh!!! You Bitch!Mommy : What?? You Bastard! Son : Daddy, Mommy, what's Bitch and Bastard?? At this moment, Daddy blushes. He quickly thinks up something. Daddy : It means Ladies and Gentlemen, son. Son : Oh I see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Little Son was watching a TV show about premarital sex and there they mentioned the words 'breasts' and 'penises'. Mommy was reading the papers. Son : Mommy, what's breasts and penises? At this moment, mommy turned blue  and quickly thought of something to say. Mom: It means coats and hats, son. Son : Oh I see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Daddy was shaving his beard and son passed by; the toilet. Suddenly daddy cut himself and screamed... Daddy : Oh SHIT!! Son : Daddy, what's shit? At this moment, Daddy eyes bulged, and quickly thought of something to say.. Daddy : It means shaving cream, son. Son : Oh I see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4th Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christmas is approaching, and mommy was stuffing the turkey into the stove.The turkey just wouldn't fit into the stove, so she said... Mommy : Oh! Fuck! Son : Mommy, what's fuck? At this moment, Mommy froze.She quickly thought of something to say. Mommy : It means stuffing, son. Son : Oh I see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5th Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's Chrismas Eve! Little son exuberantly opened the door to let all his uncles, aunties, cousins and friends come into the house. Proudly he boasted his new vocabulary... "Welcome in, Bastards and Bitches! Please put all your breasts and penises at that corner of the house! My parent are busy at the moment. You see; Daddy is putting shit on his face upstairs while mummy is fucking the turkey in the kitchen. Don't worry they will come out in a minute!!Everyone fainted!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-8226567246928471688?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8226567246928471688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=8226567246928471688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8226567246928471688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8226567246928471688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/laughter-best-medicine-adapted-from.html' title='Laughter, the best medicine. Adapted from Jean&apos;s blog.'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-8878243278022425087</id><published>2006-12-04T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T17:23:22.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, after the party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Right now, as you can see, I'm basically trying to tell you what interesting things have happened in the past few days of my life. When I'm done with all that, I'll tell you what I did today. The reason being: I'm very worried I forget what happens! Because of all that worry, I turned my old diary into a blog substitution diary. That means that when I know I can't blog, I'll write in the diary first and transfer it into my blog. I also did that because as you know, I'm going to Malacca for IGNYTE camp from 10 Dec-13 Dec so I'll probably not have access to the Internet, or even a computer for that matter. I'M NOT PREPARED TO PAY TO BLOG!!! In case I forget, I'll jot down the happenings of the day as I go along, and upload on my blog when I get back. Okay? I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT CAMP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday, yea I followed my mum to her aerobics class, ate lunch and WENT FOR IGNYTE. IGNYTE ROCKS. You can truly experience God in His mighty splendour. My favourite is the worship, because you can feel the vibrant atmosphere and everyone's passion for God. It's a wonderful feeling. I've decided on one thing: I'M GOING TO LEARN TO STOP SWEARING. I'm gonna try to be a good, 'guai guai' Christian for God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT? I told my IGNYTE friends Grace &amp;amp; Hui Rou (Rachel didn't go) that I thought CG was cute! CG's real name is Joshua. And CGF is Jeremy. I'VE GIVEN UP ON FAKE NAMES THEY ARE TERRIBLE (I wanted to say "They s***") They thought I liked him. Haha. So I told them I liked SOMEONE FROM MY P6 CLASS. I met this girl called Rebecca, who's new, lonely, and in my cell. She mustered her courage and asked if she could join me and my friends for service so I made an effort to sit beside her and talk to her. She's quite nice... Not materialistic like the bulk of us... But when I told her I thought Joshua was cute, she LAUGHED. Good thing she agreed. BECAUSE, IT CAN'T BE DISPUTED. THAT GUY IS CUTE. Then again, okay I'll say, to me, CAN XIANG IS CUTER! Especially when he smiles. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I FORGOT TO BRING MY $20 for the Xmas party so I have to wait 'till next week to sign up! Hope I remember next week! I also forgot that the next day, Sunday, was our Welcome to the Trinity Family class... I got so worried my mum would scold me because it was so last minute. She did. And she nearly disallowed me to go. Good thing my dad came to my rescue. Tell you more about the course yesterday, and what I did today later on. I've gotta go take a shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Byee! And see ya later, alligators! xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-8878243278022425087?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8878243278022425087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=8878243278022425087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8878243278022425087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8878243278022425087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-after-party.html' title='Saturday, after the party'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-2687709118454366032</id><published>2006-12-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T17:24:01.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss that uber-cute cheeky grin of yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so sorry! I know I haven't blogged for AGES. Right? Well after I returned from my gran's house last Saturday, I got a terrible stomach flu, and didn't completely recover. Also on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday though I was much better, I didn't blog because I was too busy organising a class party at SR's house, which was THE DAY BEFORE! We had great fun (well, if you didn't, I did!) Too bad I had a mild flu but here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at SR's house at 4.45pm and surprisingly, some people were already there! I even had to entertain some parents, which was... Kind of weird. At 5.30pm Jean hadn't arrived, so I didn't have time to worry about Can Xiang (yes, NAMES NOW)- yet. Well good thing she came over, with CLS! That made some people scream. SCREAM. But what I was thinking was- WHERE WAS CAN XIANG?! (I left my HP at home so I didn't see the latest SMS in which he mentioned he would be late...)&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I didn't hold everyone back (as your self-sacrificial organiser) and we went to play truth-or-dare. I don't really remember what happened during the game, but I vividly remembered that the arrow pointed at BQ and he picked dare. I dared, "I dare you to confess your love for Yirong in front of everyone." His reply? A cool "everyone knows already". I was IMPRESSED. Heard that? IMPRESSED. Yep. Even the thick-skinned me can't do that! Hearing his reply, some ond's dad who was in the room suggested that we asked BQ WHY he liked Yirong. That was SO FUNNY! He basically likes her because she's smart. But if he likes smart people, why not Lee Voon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I proved to be cowardly during my turn. I had two options for my dare: 1. Lick my toe, or 2. Confess that I liked Can Xiang. At that very moment, Can Xiang barged in. That made my thoughts go hay-wire and I made a DUMB DECISION- I CHOSE THE FORMER AND LICKED MY TOE (yes, infront of Can Xiang). Know why it was dumb? Easy. My house was BEING RENOVATED and the floor was DUSTY &amp; DIRTY. Besides, everyone ALREADY KNOWS that I like Can Xiang, why not be brave and get it done, like BQ did? It's impressive, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;After truth-or-dare we went for dinner. I don't remember who asked Can Xiang what but I heard him say, "I don't like her but she likes me." Well well, he's told THOUSANDS already. Very proud of the fact arh?! He should learn to understand how embarrassing it is to hear THE PERSON YOU LIKE say that!!!&lt;br /&gt;When all were done eating we had free time, then we went back to the library for group games. Unfortuantely CLS had already left so there was no one to control discipline. Since everyone refused to play Maximum Number of Legs with CLS' grouping (Can Xiang, Me &amp;amp; Shiyin in one group?!) we organisers gave up and gave everyone MORE FREE TIME out of frustration. We girls play twister while the guys played Dual Master. Interestingly, Twister attracted the attention of a sadist by the name of Ho Can Xiang who was contented with standing by the side watching people suffer and occassionally helping to spin the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Time flew, and it was 8.30pm, half-an-hour past our party end time, yet plenty of people remained. I phoned my mum asking for more time and surprisingly, she AGREED. So we continued playing and people continued leaving until such a point in time when there was just SR, Vanessa, Can Xiang and me left! We played a game of Twister and Can Xiang &amp; I got tangled p. But IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE so don't say I was flirting around okay?! I crumpled the mat during the game (hehe...) so I wouldn't have to stick my upper-body under his calf! After some disgusting moves, he gave up. And Vanessa succmbed to temptation and ate potato chips, so I WON! Yay! SR helped us spin the wheel and take pictures. She's so nice! Oh yea, I forgot to tell you guys, I was singing to my FIsh Leong CD throughout the game and pissing Vanessa and Can Xiang off. At first, Can Xiang was really sweet and tolerant and told Vanessa all choir members did that, but when we landed in awkward position and I ended up blasting straight into his ear (even my mum can't stand that), he said he was going deaf. I reacted by increasing the volume. XP&lt;br /&gt;After the whole game, Can Xiang called his dad, asking him to pick him up, but TOO BAD, his dad was in Seng Kang!!! So the four of us ended up sittin' around, talking and singing My Humps. And I asked Can Xiang a brainless chicken question, "Why do you like 'My Humps' so much?" (I hate that song?!) and everyone bursts out laughing! Man... That reminds me. While playing Twister and Can Xiang and I were opposite each other, I landed in a weird position that required me to open my legs wide apart. Can Xinag saw, laughed and said,"Guys can't do that. Groins will hurt." WHAT KIND OF CRAP IS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while chitchatting about Vanessa's ex-crush for awhile, SR suddenly remembered that she had a TV programme to catch. So the foursome (US) trooped downstairs. Basically we just kept talking throughout the programmed =) Once, SR took a pole to turn the aircon on, and suddenly recalled a previous episode (in which she asked Can Xiang if he had a pole. When asked why she needed one, she replied, "I wanna stick it up your ass!") and said "Oh ya! Now I have a pole!" And the 3 of us chased Can Xiang around with the pole, but to no avail. Finally, Can Xiang pointed out that SR hadn't turned on the aircon yet!&lt;br /&gt;After some time, we were told that there was a car at the gate. I thought it was mine but Can Xiang said it was his and off he went. Following the byes, we girls took the pole and tried to shove it up his ass for the last time. No chance. While he was walking down the (LONG) pathway, I mustered all my courage, grabbed the pole, ran after Can Xiang, and whacked his butt! =) He turned round, flashed that UBER-CUTE CHEEKY GRIN OF HIS, and left. THAT WAS SO CUTE SO CUTE, SO, SO, CUTE!!! I'm gonna faint. Can't believe I might never see him again. I'm gonna miss that smile for sure. He's not going for S1 posting... and he's going to HCI. Well, its a relief for readers I bet, this might be the last time you have to read mushy crap like this. =) More to come though. When I got home, I SMSed him something like this, "I know this is gonna sound v sick &amp;amp; pervertic but Hey! It's the 21st century! So what if I'm a girl. You looked damn cute just now. Had to go whack your butt"!!! Whoa! I also sent another SMS asking why he was disallowed to read the class blog "Your mum?" The reply at 5 am in the morning was "Eh, ya lah. Going to kl for today and tomorrow. Dun SMS me anymore" I didn't know if the 'don't SMS anymore' meant forever, or just for 'today and tomorrow' but now he's back and he replied some of my messages. I think... He meant temporarily I HOPE! But I thought the KL bit might be hinting for me to get lost so I sent Jean an SMS asking her to SMS Can Xiang to see if she gets a reply. Unfortunately, I sent it to Can Xiang too, by accident, so he might have ignored Jean on purpose. I hope not... But then again if it was an act (now I don't think so), it was well-executed! C'mon, waking up at 5am in the morning is no joke! I'm not going to blog anymore today because I have to bathe. I'll post about yesterday's IGNYTE service and today's Welcome to the Trinity Family course some time in the near future. Because from 10-13 Dec I'm going for IGNYTE camp in Malacca!!! Byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-2687709118454366032?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2687709118454366032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=2687709118454366032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/2687709118454366032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/2687709118454366032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-miss-that-uber-cute-cheeky-grin-of.html' title='I&apos;ll miss that uber-cute cheeky grin of yours'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-6731707108042144881</id><published>2006-11-26T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:18:15.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snorez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Wow. Yesterday I was seriously TOO TIRED TO POST. Haha. Basically what happened was that I went to Causeway Point in the morning with my parents because my mum does her aerobics at there every Saturday. MY DAD BOUGHT ME THE NEW 梁静茹 CD! Yay! I had my lunch, and after my mum's class my parents brought me to church for IGNYTE cell &amp; service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I was 20 minutes late for cell but wasn't scolded BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS PLAYING GAMES. Yea the IGNYTE leaders &amp;amp; pastors are really good at making people punctual, because the first 1/2 hour of cell is GAMES, then after that we do our discussion... URGH. When I got there, I was SO HAPPY. CG SPOTTED ME FIRST YAY. LMAO. LAME. CG, as his name suggests, is DAMN cute. Okay ENOUGH OF THAT. I also noticed that CGF wasn't there (Yay! Because he's becoming a pain in the ass...) OMG, that was scary. Probably when I went for Graduation singing rehersal that's also what CES WAS THINKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway during the remaining 10 minutes of games, we played cherades. It was done like this: everyone was supposed to draw on a piece of paper their favourite food and favourite hobby, fold the paper and place the sheets of paper together. A volunteer had to pick a piece of paper and act out the person's favourite food and hobby while the others had to guess who the 'owner' of the piece of paper was. It was an easy game because the owners of the pieces of paper kept blowing their own covers by grinning cheekishly. But hey! That was good for me! =) That's because I kept guessing correctly. Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;After games, CGF arrived. Unlucky guy... AND UNLUCKY ME. You know why? Our cell was TOO BIG, so we had to split into two groups. I was the group leader of the one with CGF (and no CG) in it. OH NO. I saw CG wink and stick his tongue out at CGF. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Actually I think CGF is probably smarter than CG (but still dumber than me hehe) and more God-loving, but he's IRRITATING!!! URGH. Because I always feel EVERYONE STARING AT ME if CGF STARES. And SISTER MICHELLE OUR 'LEADER' (the one that teaches) GIVES ME THIS WEIRD LOOK ALL THE TIME... BOO! Haha. But other than that cell is great. Sister Michelle (and brother titus, leader of the other team), is GREAT FUN. And she's ultra nice to me! Harharhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;We talked about having our daily Time Alone With God, which made me feel SO GUILTY because most people actually read the Bible relatively frequently! Oh no. I NEED MY TAWG TOO! Gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;After cell, we were told that Xmas dinner registration was open! I SMSed my dad about it, but he replied too late, so I have to register next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;During service, we were told that the dress code for the Xmas party was "Prom Night". OMG WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR?! Evening gown arh?! Also we were told that we were supposed to pay up for camp in full, and also have our passports checked. I panicked and SMSed my dad, telling him to pick me early and come with a blank cheque and my passport. Guess what? He came 15 minutes before service ended, barged in and pulled me out of service. Well, it was my fault, partially, because I told him to 'come early'. But other than the embarrassment it was fine. Oh yea, I found out something damn weird during service. Sometimes when I turned my head to a particular angle I realised that CG (Yes, CG, not CGF) was staring at me. AND I STARED BACK. It was damn funny. But don't you find it very weird? Why? URGH, I'M CONFUSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Gosh, why is it that my blog is so guy-centred?! NO!!! URGH. I so feel like removing all those bits. But then again if I do, it wouldn't be very interesting to read. Especially because I LURVE details (like date, time &amp; place which becomes BORING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;After church I went to my Granny's house to eat popiah with this old-time Japanese friend of my granny and her kids (including my mum). One of my cousins brought a lever harp so I tried to play it. It's much simpler than the piano, if you ask me! After less than 1/2 an hour, I could play a piece that my 8 year old cousin couldn't play! Okay I guess that's unfair because I play the piano, but still?! SHE HAS ALREADY LEARNT THE HARP FOR 10 MONTHS!!! That's a LONG TIME. And what's more, my uncles and aunts were so IMPRESSED that she could play SO WELL (NOT!) after learning for JUST (NOT!) 10 months! When my cousin played it, they said,"The harp is much harder than the piano!" to spite me, and when I can play a song in less than 1/2 an hour, all of them started talking about how easy it was to learn the harp. PUUH. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;URGH. I'm having a terrible tummyache. There must have been something terribly wrong with that popiah yesterday because my parents &amp;amp; I are suffering the same symptoms! Well, byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-6731707108042144881?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6731707108042144881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=6731707108042144881&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6731707108042144881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6731707108042144881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/snorez.html' title='Snorez...'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-453087339948762521</id><published>2006-11-24T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:18:02.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't try and cheat us, MOE. We all know there's something about the Chinese paper that went horribly wrong. Was it the fact that it was too easy, which prevented a substantial standard deviation, or was it because of the change of syllabus that caused that TOP 3 PSLE scorers to come from minority race groups? I'm not being racist, but c'mon, I can't sit here and say, "Let's face it. The chinese are the dumbest race in Singapore." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Forming the majority of Singaporeans, it is most likely that most of the top scorers for PSLE every year come from Chinese backgrounds, which has been the case for many years, with non-chinese doing well rarely due to their small number. Does it make sense, then, that all of a sudden, malays and indians become so much more intelligent that they practically dominate the top 3 placings in Singapore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't find my score spectacular, but I'm not upset over it, to put it simply. BUT THE BRIGHT SPARKS SHOULD BE UNHAPPY WITH THE PSLE! This PSLE was WAY TOO EASY to sieve out the BRIGHT SPARKS, like I said yesterday. It will cause detriment to the average, harkworking pupils in the future because it gives them a wrong gage of their abilities that might lead to them overestimating themselves and setting TOO-HIGH GOALS (in my humble opinion, of course). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Look at it this way: a PSLE like this will cause pupils who lack the ability to do higher-order thinking but work hard and practically MEMORISE TEMPLATES as to how to answer questions to excel. The GENIUSES (eg. Chu Lee Voon &amp; Rachel Lim) on the other hand, who do not resort to such despicable methods but are able to use their 'close-to-supernatural' brainpower to tackle higher order thinking questions, will not be able to shine in examinations like this OVEREASY PSLE because EVERYONE who either 1) has brains or 2) memorises day &amp;amp; night, will be able to answer the questions. That way, the geniuses will not be able to set themselves apart from their peers, and may even do worse than them if they are careless (hardworking people are usually SUPER-CAREFUL). The solution to this problem? Well, there's no solution for either (the Chinese paper, or overall) problem since its over, but I feel that the MOE SHOULD rethink raising the standard of the PSLE next year. If the entire cohort does badly, the marks can be moderated in proportion to how the rest of the cohort has fared. Man... I so damn feel like writing to the forum page instead of writing here where no one's going to read! But if I write to the forum page, chances are I'm going to be accused of either 1) being racist or 2)sour grapes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Forget it... Isn't life unfair? When we get to Secondary school, its time for us to strut our stuff, to show our true colours. By that time, easy exams like these will be unheard of, and I look at it in a good light. OMG. Are my posts THAT long? I think half-an-hour has passed! I'm gonna watch Goong on YouTube, see you guys tomorrow! Byee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-453087339948762521?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/453087339948762521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=453087339948762521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/453087339948762521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/453087339948762521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheat.html' title='CHEAT'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3380402474948721683</id><published>2006-11-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:41:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMNIT. HIGH EXPECTATIONS CAN KILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sianz. I'm so bored! Poor people like CES have to slog like shit with assessment books and stuff. I was SMSing him just now. God, help me! I thought I could do this, but seriously, it doesn't seem like I can. Just one SMS and I have to start ALL OVER AGAIN to forget him. Haiz... I CAN REMEMBER HIS NUMBER SO EVEN IF I DELETE IT... ... OH FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;******************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That was yesterday... Haha. This morning was a scary one. I called Vanessa and we talked and talked and talked about how scared we were. Denise was in school, and she told us that the list of the TOP TEN would be out in a flash. So we shivered all the way to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyone at school was happy, very happy, and excited. I admit to being a little complacent, and I DID expect something reasonably presentable, at least 270 (which I wouldn't be unhappy about)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When the results were released, it was a SHOCK. Aidi (mainstream but she missed the GEP test though) TOPPED THE SCHOOL WITH AN AGGREGATE of only 277, with LEE VOON OUR PRIDE AND GLORY as SECOND with ONLY 276. Zhiwen got 275 (PRO!) and ChanWel, BS and Kevin got quite good marks too... And the rest of us were disapointed, because the 10th was only 272 (and obviously our marks fell below that). It was amazing that the mainstream pupils performed so well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The first thing the teachers told us when we got to class was to copy down the Helplines (those that help people with suicidal thoughts). That did it. Man... Those teachers are WONDERFUL at managing expectations. I should have learnt that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When it was my turn to collect my results slip, CLS held the paper, took a peep, smiled a bit and handed it to me. I knew by then that it wouldn't be THAT bad. But still...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I looked. It fell short of what I felt would be acceptable (270) by 1 mark, and my target mark by 11 marks (targets are always higher so that you have a leaway (correct spelling?) to fall short by a bit. HARHAR. A BIT? My foot. 269. LOUSY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The next challenge I face- how to tell my parents my mark without screaming it out for all to hear. I tried hand gestures, but failed miserably (my dad actually thought I got 252!). Then it struck me! Use french! Harhar... You know what I did? I made quite a bad mistake. In my haste, I said 279 instead of 269, but my parents were smart enough to guess... They were OKAY with the mark and I was the one who was disapointed. I asked YanQi for his mark, he tied with me so I knew my mark wasn't too bad. I asked Desmond and Fabian, both of which got 268. YAY! But KAIYUEN got 271 @&amp;amp;! (that's how it comes out when you press the shift button XP). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CES did quite well. Not too badly la, at least... I think he got 264 ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After most people were gone, my mum went to talk to CLS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"你是罗拉的妈妈？" "Um." "我们没见过面" *my mum, a bit 'paiseh'* -&gt;"有通过电话" "Um."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then CLS was very kind la, encouraging and all that, and she told my mum we can go celebrate. Haha. She was quite observant to realise that it wasn't my parents who were disapointed, but me. My mum told CLS that from my facial expression I did DAMN badly. DIDN'T I? CLS said I expected too much of myself. Haha. That has some truth in it as well... Finally, CLS mentioned throwing a party for the class. I don't know if she was joking, but I thought it was a good idea. I told Vanessa and the first idea that got to her was, "You want to see your darling CES is it?" Hm... Maybe. But I DON'T want to see him... If I do, I won't be able to forget him right? URGH. DON'T LAUGH. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seriously, isn't it a good idea to get everyone together once a year or something? I can start packing my room and get some people over to my house to brainstorm about it. My mum said that to cut cost we can hold a party at King Albert Park McDonalds, which is GIGANTIC. Then everyone can go buy their own food... Is that a good idea? We were thinking, what date should we hold it? Is 5th December fine? Because we don't want it too near Christmas (if not I have to buy so many Xmas Presents, I 'bo lui' leh... MY WALLET GOT STOLEN REMEMBER?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yea... When I got home my parents just discussed a little, and they concluded that the PSLE was too easy to sieve out the bright sparks. I'm not saying Aidi isn't a bright spark, she's a genius. I'm talking about Rachel Lim. She wasn't in the Top 10! Aiyo. Not possible. Rachel has an IQ of 200 man! Like jiang zhishu from ISWAK la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was SMSing my RGPS friend, she said that the 281 came from her school. Guess what my mum said? Chances are, its either malay or indian. The reason for saying that? It's hard to score in chinese, especially because the format just changed. Also, the paper was WAY TOO EASY and didn't do justice to the real pros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well well... This has been an experience of a lifetime. My parents are telling me to buck up and start studying for my A levels. Haha. Interesting parents I have eh? They even earn points for me on neopets. They love 'Word Poker'. Try it! It's really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3380402474948721683?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3380402474948721683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3380402474948721683&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3380402474948721683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3380402474948721683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/damnit-high-expectations-can-kill.html' title='DAMNIT. HIGH EXPECTATIONS CAN KILL'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-692831198159375706</id><published>2006-11-22T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:03:34.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of yesterday's post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey! CES is a BODO. He didn't reply my SMS, which asked,"Be honest, when was the last time you read my blog. Which was the last post you read?" I only asked that 'cos rumours were rife that he WAS READING (continuous tense, mind you) my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, like what I was saying yesterday, next time I'm gonna put little Bible verses like the 10 commandments "Thou shall not steal or covet your neighbours belongings" and little notes saying stuff like "Honesty is the best policy" &amp; "Theives don't go to heaven" so that even if I don't getmy wallet back, at least the theif can get to know Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Goong is SO, SO, SO, SO nice!!!!! The last episode was great. But I didn't know ChaeGyung was pregnant, they didn't show us LMAO. JK. Shin is good-looking. Yul too. BUT JOE CHENG IS THE BEST!!! LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I went to Heartland Mall this morning because my mum went to do her aerobics. The place is BORRRING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh ya, speaking of shopping, I can't go shopping with friends anymore! My mum won't let. She's getting paranoid. So I asked if I can go to places like West Coast Park where there's a wonderful obstacle course but my mum didn't allow. Sighz. She said,"Later something happened to one of your friends, who's gonna take responsiblity?" SERIOUSLY LARHZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well well. Get back to you tomorrow I guess. With LOTS &amp;amp; LOTS OF NEWS. I promise, no matter how BAD my result is tomorrow, I'll post it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-692831198159375706?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/692831198159375706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=692831198159375706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/692831198159375706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/692831198159375706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/continuation-of-yesterdays-post.html' title='Continuation of yesterday&apos;s post...'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5980359266267427946</id><published>2006-11-21T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:41:43.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken! URGH~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Were you thinking sick when you saw the title of this post? Don't worry. My wallet was taken. Seriously. Here's what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I went to Juncti8n at 1.30pm to meet Jean &amp; Vanessa at Mini Toons, but turns out that Ness was late so I went into Comics Connection to search for Amanda, Eleanor &amp;amp; Kai Cheng's Xmas presents. I WAS TOO FICKLE-MINDED. Seriously, if I had bought comics for them all I wouldn't have lost so much money when my wallet was stolen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;After shopping around, we decided to go take neoprints... Guess what? We screwed up the first one so we had to go do another... We placed our bags on the floor, infront of the camera, and I took my wallet out to pay. After paying, I left my wallet on my bag. We took the pictures, and when we were done, we went to decorate the pictures and took our bags along (with the wallet still ON TOP of the unzipped bag). The bags were left on the floor beside us. We were preoccupied decorating the pictures, so we weren't very vigilant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finally when we were done, I glanced at my bag- the wallet was gone. Besides the $40 cash inside the wallet there was only a resident card (which I need to access the gym- DAMN DAMN IMPORTANT but can easily be replaced), some Joe Cheng pix and the key we got from NYPS during Graduation. But seriously, the theif was a FOOL. Hear that? A fool? Well, for two reasons. Theifs don't go to heaven. And since he can't go to heaven for stealing, he could have been a little smarter to dig in my bag for my phone and my iPod. Dope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oops. Gotta go! Byee. Tell you more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Results in slightly more than a day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5980359266267427946?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5980359266267427946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5980359266267427946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5980359266267427946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5980359266267427946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/taken-urgh.html' title='Taken! URGH~'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7580032468185453143</id><published>2006-11-20T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:00:44.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tricked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wow. This is interesting. Remember what I said yesterday about my ambition? Yea... My parents asked me what my ambition was but I refused to say it, because it wasn't academic. After lots of coaxing, begging and promising that they would support me no matter what it was (now I wonder, what if I had wanted to be a prostitute? would they support it? doubt it =P), I told them. My mum was overjoyed. She wanted me to go to Dr Wong for training to sing HYMNAL &amp; CLASSICAL songs. Seriously. I was shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wait wait wait. Let me think about it. Why is it that I don't want to sing classical? I don't get it. It isn't MONEY-MAKING, that's just an excuse. I don't know the answer, actually... I'll tell you when I do! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The reason why my mum didn't want me to sing pop? Oh, pop singers are usually related to: 1. School drop-outs, 2. No Brainers, 3. People who can't make it big in the classical world... That's total sterotyping. Anyway, I always thought that classical was easier... You just sing STRAIGHT, without all that 'scooping' sounds... Then again, it's true that people who sing pop lack technique. Some can't even use head voice, which is the MOST BASIC OF THE BASIC. Okay okay I'll stop talking about this... I gotta go out now. Get back to you when I'm back home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;******************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yay! I bought lots of christmas presents, and I got a butterfly necklace from my mum! Yay! I'm going shopping for Xmas presents with Vanessa &amp;amp; Jean tomorrow! Yay! I don't give a damn about my ambition anymore! I've got lots of time! LMAO. That was lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Haiz... I've only got 14++c in my HP now, all thanks to sending way too many SMSes to CES... I'm full of regret. Seriously, am I STUPID or DUMB. (Note that it ends with a fullstop.) Reminds me of once, when I accidentally sent this stupid SMS meant for Jean about whether CES was really gay, to CES HIMSELF. Man... I said,"Am I stupid or dumb." The reply was,"Both, and idiotic." IT ENDED WITH A FULLSTOP!!!!! #@$&amp;% LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have a question to ask, and REPLY IS COMPULSORY. Who's reading my blog? Please, I beg, leave your names as comments on this post ok?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;BTW, should I change the template of this blog to "Dots Dark?"  Will it be nicer? Well tatas. Please answer these two questions... Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7580032468185453143?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7580032468185453143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7580032468185453143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7580032468185453143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7580032468185453143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-tricked.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tricked'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-6592012437054676713</id><published>2006-11-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:06:46.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowee. I really need God's Direction in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The more I go to IGNYTE, the more I realise how urgent my situation has become. I need to find time for God, amidst upcoming piano examinations, the need to pour out my feelings on this blog and managing different sorts of problems which have somehow come my way. Seriously, playing mediator is not easy. First off, you need to control your own urge not to take sides to prevent the matter from blowing up further, then you have to tell the KPOs taking sides to shut up in a nice way, and finally you have to address the matter as carefully as possible to prevent the parties involved from thinking you are biased. Okay that's not what I wanted to talk about. What I really wanted to ask myself was, "How do I find time for God?" and also, "What is God's plan for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I guess I've explained the first question, but the REAL problem is that I don't love God ENOUGH. That's why I placed many priorities before God... Which is, SAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The second question is one that I've been thinking about for a LONG, LONG time. It's basically about my future. Since I was very very young, I've only had ONE ambition. A very pathetic one that tends to turn me into a laughingstock, especially if Vanessa is reading this. I wanted to be a singer. Really. I didn't tell many people, only Amanda because I trusted her not to laugh. She didn't. I'm sure Rachel Lim won't laugh either. The thing is, I don't mind people laughing at me most of the time, just not on my ambition okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Recently during IGNYTE service, I see many junior worship leaders. And I think, "What kind of singer do I want to be?" Gospel? Or chinese pop? I know well enough that it isn't hard to break into the chinese pop market in Singapore through a talent-scouting competition as long as you have a good coach. But my mum wants me to sing CLASSICAL MUSIC if I want to be a singer so she'll only get me a CLASSICAL coach like Dr Wong Su San, who I have previously trained under, but quit because I wanted to concentrate on my school-work... Really, I don't mind classical music, but has my mum ever thought of MONEY-MAKING for that matter? As for gospel, well, its nearly the same as classical music... But if God wants me to sing gospel, I'll sing gospel. I thought of another plan. Pop+Gospel in together, which is tough but not impossible. Haiz... We'll see. If His plan is not for me to sing, then why hasn't another notion appeared in my mind? Let me repeat: For nearly 12 years, I've only had ONE ambition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh yea... Just now I was talking about church. I now know how scary it is to be starred at. Remember I told you about this Cute Guy? Lets name him CG. Now, CG has a best friend. Lets name him CuteGuy'sFriend, CGF in short. Let me first warn you... This is like what happened between CES, Ness &amp;amp; me... Ok in church. CGF whispers something to CG whenever I go anywhere near. Turns around, stares, and looks away. CRREEEEPPYY... That's just during cell. During service, they usually sit in front while me and my friends sit somewhere in the middle. Sometimes, I stare at CG and wonder why he's always wearing different colours of Giordano shirts and CrissCross jeans, and CGF TURNS AROUND and STARES. Its embarrassing because the people around me TURN AROUND and STARE at me as well... And since I was staring at CG, who was sitting beside him, CGF could well think I was staring at him because he whispered something to CG. Does it sound familiar? I hope so. So what I meant was, CG=Ness, CGF=Me, Me in church=CES... Isn't it? No wait. You might not fully understand, so allow me to explain... CES was staring at Vanessa in class. Don't worry, I'm not chichu-ing, because CES isn't christian. Not that I didn't want to convert him-I tried. If I had my way, the whole world would have been saved by christ. LMAO. So that means that I have forgotten about CES. Yay. But seriously, this has been a humbling experience. That's mainly because the 2 crushes I had before both liked me back. Haha. This time, I was really a VERY CLUMSY KLUTZ, so there were MANY embarrassing moments... Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now, NEWSFLASH. TWO IMPORTANT NEWS. ONE, I GOT MY IPOD!!!!! So happy. But my iTunes is totally MESSED up, because as you know, I'm a terribly disorganised person. IMPORTANT NEWS TWO, THE PERSON CES LIKES MIGHT NOT BE VANESSA, but SOMEONE ELSE (Banned from sayin' who...)! Okay that's a wild guess la. Even though I don't (Ok I partially do but I can forget easily so it'll be fine in about a week) like CES anymore, its still a mystery whether he's single, crushing (homo), crushing (hetero), taken (homo) or taken (hetero). Notice I put the homos before the heteros because the chances of him being homo are much greater. XP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Points leading to conclusion: 1. CES supposedly SMSes ***** when he's bored (ABNORMAL BEHAVIOUR)... 2. Reply to *****'s messages are supposedly prompt and true most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm not going to comment on his taste, but now no one likes him so he can finally stop eating his walnuts. Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-6592012437054676713?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6592012437054676713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=6592012437054676713&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6592012437054676713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6592012437054676713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/wowee-i-really-need-gods-direction-in.html' title='Wowee. I really need God&apos;s Direction in my life'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7360306623665616986</id><published>2006-11-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:41:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stabbed. By Vanessa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Name 20 people and answer the following questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. CES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Mrs Ortega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Wang Ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. ShiYin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;7. Mr Pang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. BQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;9. YiRong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;10. Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;11. JuanDa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;12. Mrs Boey-Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;13. ShiRen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;14. CLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;15. YanQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;16. Jyh Howe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;17. ZhiWen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;18. Diane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;19. Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;20. Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. How did you meet 14? [ CLS ] She was my PC teacher last year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2.What would you do if you never met 1? [ CES ] I wouldn't have thought of spending money buying a present for a piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.What would you do if 20 and 9 dated? [ Jean &amp; Cheryl ] Nothing. That's quite normal for someone like Jean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.Would 6 and 17 make a good couple? [ ShiYin &amp;amp; ZhiWen ] Videotape Timothy CRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5.Describe Number 3. [ Mrs Ortega ] Tall &amp; beautiful teacher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6.Do you think 8 is attractive? [ BQ ] Eh you're REALLY weird. WHY KEEP TRYING TO MATCHMAKE ME &amp;amp; BQ? NOT INTERESTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7.Tell me something about 7. [ Mr Pang ] Well, he keeps a bushy moustache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8.Do you know anything about 12's family? [ Mrs Boey-Lim ] She's TAKEN. So stop eyeing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9.What is 10's favourite? [ Jean ] Things *hint hint* from JAPAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10.What would you do if 11 confesses his/her love to you? [ JuanDa ] I would kill him for either, toying with my good friend SR, or trying to toy with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;11. What language does 15 speak?[ YanQi ] Probably chinese at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;12.Who is 18 going out with? [ Diane ] Jeremy Wong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;13.What is your relationship with 16 and how old is he/she? [ Jyh Howe ] Friends, but I hate his friend CES. He's twelve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;14.When was the last time you talked to 13? [ ShiRen ] Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;15 .Who's 2's favourite singer? [ Vanessa ] Rihanna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you date number 4? [ WangYe ] Well well. Obviously not, but if Jean was reading this, then Yes. Very very much, because I would love to see her CHI CHU. Yeah XP. Jk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;17.Would you date 14? [ CLS ] NO WAY. I don't want to get scolded everyday for not clearing my room. But there's a thought that has passed my mind before... **Could she be... ***?**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;18.Is 15 sinqle? [ YanQi ] Probably, unless Jyh Howe is his boyfriend, which in that case, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;19. What's 10's last name? [ Jean ] Wong. In the future it might become Wang though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;20.Would you ever consider a BGR with 6? [ ShiYin ] If a relationship with ShiYin was a BGR, Timothy must be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;21.What school does 3 go to? [ Mrs Ortega ] She TEACHES at NYPS. She doesn't go to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;22.Where does 19 live? [ Denise ] No idea, I just know its not on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;23.What's your favourite thing about 5? [ Kevin ] He can make Vanessa happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;24.What do you think of Number 13? [ ShiRen ] She's VERY involved in BGR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;25.What do 4 and 17 have in common? [ Wang Ye &amp;amp; ZhiWen] Both are smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;26.What special position does 14 hold in your life? [ CLS ] She's the first teacher I would be comfortable confiding in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;27. Who does 16 have a crush on? [ Jyh Howe ] If he isn't gay, then he's love rivals with CES for someone with name starting with... V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;28. Who has a crush on 12? [ Mrs Boey-Lim ] You interested isit? Bian tai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;29. What is 9's hobby? [ YiRong ] Blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;30. What is 20's full name? [ Cheryl ] Cheryl Foo Yunn Shee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;31. What is 18's relationship with you and how old is he/she/it this year? [ Diane ] Great friends. 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stabbed:&lt;br /&gt;Janet, CES, YiRong, SR, whoever wants to be stabbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7360306623665616986?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7360306623665616986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7360306623665616986&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7360306623665616986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7360306623665616986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/stabbed-by-vanessa.html' title='Stabbed. By Vanessa.'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-4801839652319057215</id><published>2006-11-17T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:40:57.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano, Piano &amp; Piano again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just received an SMS from CES saying, "I gotta go do my assesments. Bb" That did drive some sense of urgency in me. I knew all along that many of my peers were already preparing for the Secondary school syllabus, but personally, I haven't done a thing. I always told myself,"Wait for the textbooks. When they arrive, then you can read them..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey! But I don't want to be THAT lazy! I've been quite busy preparing for my piano exam. I'm alternating between piano &amp;amp; blogging right now. When I'm taking a break, I blog. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I HATE staccato scales! After playing a few, your hands feel like they're gonna DROP. Seriously. Well, I gotta go practise again! Will be back in a flash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-4801839652319057215?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4801839652319057215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=4801839652319057215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/4801839652319057215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/4801839652319057215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/piano-piano-piano-again.html' title='Piano, Piano &amp; Piano again'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-2677961338608714074</id><published>2006-11-17T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:31:35.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walnuts make you NUTTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Seriously, CES not only is GAY, he's also INSANE. He said, "I'm eating 10 walnuts per hour to keep my arteries flexible." What kind of crap is that? I told him that walnuts are supposed to improve brain function, and they obviously didn't benefit him much in that area. He replied saying that to think someone would eat so many walnuts was crazy. I said walnuts DO improve brain function and I was a living example. He rebutted with, "No wonder your voice sounds like s***." (Walnuts cause sore throats too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Seriously, I was puzzled... Someone who can point middle finger and say, "Fuck you" is unable to spell the word S-H-I-T in a SMS? Gosh, that's serious. So I announced that he has officially gone insane and he replied, "Thanks to your words and (scary) laughs." Yeah! Achieved my purpose! (I made him go ballistic...) The reply was, "Correct big shit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm so happy! Making someone like him SMS so much is already an achievement, but what about making someone who used to spell shit as s**** spell the whole thing out? That's wonderful! Yipsies! I'm BAD INFLUENCE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;-Stay Away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-2677961338608714074?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2677961338608714074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=2677961338608714074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/2677961338608714074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/2677961338608714074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/walnuts-make-you-nutty.html' title='Walnuts make you NUTTY'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-7440045644646679073</id><published>2006-11-16T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:41:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Quiz from Vanessa's blog again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 20 people and answer the questions below. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. ZhiWen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. WangYe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. CES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Ms Mok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Mr Pang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. JuanDa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. YiRong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Rachel Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10.Christabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;11.ShiRen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. CLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. ShiYin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. BQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. Mrs Boey-Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. Mrs Ortega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Diane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 How did you meet 14? [BQ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He was the irritating freak in my group in Term 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What would you do if you never met 1? [ZhiWen]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mrs Ortega wouldn't have known my crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What would you do if 20 and 9 dated? [Diane &amp; Rachel Lim]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would puke. *BLEH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Would 6 and 17 make a good couple? [Mr Pang &amp;amp; Amanda]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you think?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Describe Number 3. [CES]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're good at asking questions. He's gay. I have proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6.Do you think 8 is attractive? [YiRong]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, she's tall! Cute dimples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Tell me something about 7. [JuanDa]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He sends SR mushy messages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Do you know anything about 12's family? [CLS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, she's probably single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9.What is 10's favourite? [Christabel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kevin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.What would you do if 11 confesses his/her love to you? [Shiren]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would tell both JD &amp; Ryan to dump her 'cos she's LES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What language does 15 speak? [Mrs Boey-Lim]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bakua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Who is 18 going out with? [Vanessa]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're good at this. I think her heart's taken... By 16...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13.What is your relationship with 16 and how old is he/she? [Kevin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I only know he's got something to do with Vanessa. About 144 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.When was the last time you talked to 13? [ShiYin]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ages ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.Who's 2's favourite singer? [WangYe]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not the kind who goes around asking for gays' favourite singers... Try Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Would you date number 4? [Jean]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not even if I was a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Would you date 14? [BQ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No thanks. It'll save precious time &amp;amp; money. Anyway, I don't go around snatching people's boyfriends, eh, RONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Is 15 single? [Mrs Boey-Lim]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I take back the 'You're good at this' compliment. Wadya mean?! She's MRS ok?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What's 10's last name? [Christabel]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Would you ever consider a BGR with 6? [Mr Pang]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh my... You're really nuts, he's married with kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;21.What school does 3 go to? [CES]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My school la! Well, until he goes to HCI next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Where does 4 live? [Jean]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somewhere in SengKang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.What's your favourite thing about 5? [Ms Mok]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.What do you think of Number 13? [ShiYin]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mean, short &amp; stupid. JK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.What do 4 and 19 have in common? [Jean &amp;amp; Mrs Ortega]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They like each other (Don't think sick ok?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.What special position does 17 hold in your life? [Amanda]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We help each other, joke with each other, support each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-7440045644646679073?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7440045644646679073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=7440045644646679073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7440045644646679073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/7440045644646679073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/name-20-people-and-answer-questions.html' title='Cute Little Quiz from Vanessa&apos;s blog again...'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-211922991576764844</id><published>2006-11-16T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:55:52.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaness Wanted Me To Do This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Are you single, taken or crushing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you think? You read my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Considering I've just Graduated from primary school, leaving behind cool teachers, I'm terribly embarrassed and so is CES, I would say, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey were you even listenning to me when I blogged??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You guess. I'm in a state of distress 'cos I've been disallowed to blog about CES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe in some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Would you take someone back if he cheats on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wait long long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Have you ever talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;about marriage with another before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just graduated from primary school, what do you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you want children? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. How many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enough to fill my multi-storey bungalow when I make big bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Would you consider adoption?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who wouldn't? Some hard-hearted freak. Adopting is good, but no, I don't want to subject the poor kid to so much teasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his feelings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Give me a box of Godiva chocolate with a note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why not? Unless its on the rocks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Be honest, what is the furthest thing you and your ex did?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um... He told me he watched porn. And I dumped him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you believe in love at the first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever heard of someone called CES?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sure. I can make a person use his HP more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never unless I'm in the wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you stop asking questions I've already answered??? Go read all my other posts la, bodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Have you ever wished that you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. I get my way most of the time. I'm not a klutz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Have you ever broke a heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Probably not. I break stars more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. If one day your best friend falls in love with the boy you are deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would vie with her rightfully I guess... Sounds familiar. It was real, once... No one won though. The person's gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. You missing someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello? Graduation was yesterday? I'm not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hard-hearted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs.Write down their names in the list below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yirong&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;CES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoever who wants to? =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-211922991576764844?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/211922991576764844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=211922991576764844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/211922991576764844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/211922991576764844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/vaness-wanted-me-to-do-this.html' title='Vaness Wanted Me To Do This'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-3154365339808822002</id><published>2006-11-16T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:18:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of School-Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh man. Today is the day of P6 Graduation, the day of tears for some... I'm not sure if I'm going to cry, I will if I can, because crying is a human display of sadness. I have never, in all my years of schooling (except on the first day of kindergarten when I couldn't find my hanky), cried. But after seeing numerous friends and classmates alike cry oh-so-sadly infront of me as well as others, I can't help feeling that I lack the emotion of sadness or even concern for others because I don't really cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of course, there are some instances in which I feel one should not cry. Although I do feel sorry for CES, I personally feel that crying because he was wronged was not exactly the best move. If it was intended to hurt, the person who wronged him would have achieved his purpose. Even if that wasn't the case, I still feel that being wronged is an issue not grave enough to shed tears about. Then again, these are but my own humble opinions, and so my readers, please do not take them to heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you ask me, I would feel that graduation is a matter serious enough to warrant non-stop weeping, grieving &amp; moaning over the loss of some friends (crushes included), teachers and a school building... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;******************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man... Sure enough, I'm the heartless freak for you. Despite watching my darlings Rachel Lim, Amanda, Willa, Esther etcetc. cry, the tears just refused to listen. Yes, sadness did overwhelm me. The weather also gave that melancholic feeling that made me feel so reluctant to leave school for nearly the last time. How I wish I started blogging when I was P1... That way, the precious memories I have will never fade away. If you ask me, the emotional connection I have is with the school building. I remember running along corridors holding piles of books while running errands for teachers, creeping stealthily into the lift and out (and numerous other occasions in which school rules were broken) and walking along an empty walkway with a friend, chatting as we went along. We used to say to each other that school felt just like a home when it was deserted (like during P6 camp). In the school (not just the building), I have had proud moments, happy moments, sad moments, lonely moments, funny and embarrassing moments which I know would never depart from my memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then again, teachers have played a vital role in my development and growth as a student of Nanyang Primary and I will remember them for the years to come. To this day, I still remember (but don't hate anymore because I have already forgiven her) the first teacher who scolded me. She actually wronged me and made me skip recess standing outside the General Office when I was P1. I will not name her because she is still working in Nanyang Primary. Fortunately, most teachers to whom I have met have left a sweet, long-lasting impression on me. Since last year, I have been blessed with caring and devoted teachers who have imparted the knowledge I needed to excel in academic results as well as grow in being a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of course, peers, juniors and ex-pupil seniors alike have also contributed greatly to the good feelings I have to the school. Friends who shared good and bad times, secrets and personal issues with me will always be people I remember. Of course there are also the terribly playful guys in class, irritating as they are, they also made school life less routine and more eventful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Leaving the school after Graduation is probably the most painful thing that I had to do. Even though, along the way in primary school life, I have encountered difficult situations that did not make the whole process of schooling as smooth-sailing as I would have wanted, I could say that is but part-and-parcel of life. Moreover, bad memories, sadly, last longer than good ones, so it is natural for schooling in Nanyang Primary to seem less fun-filled than it actually was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If I could turn back time, there would be nothing I would have changed. Nothing at all. That's all I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-To God be the Glory-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-3154365339808822002?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3154365339808822002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=3154365339808822002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3154365339808822002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/3154365339808822002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-day-of-school-graduation.html' title='Last Day Of School-Graduation'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5226196022802924917</id><published>2006-11-14T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:53:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-in-one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;This post will be a two-in-one, covering what happened yesterday AND today. Is my memory THAT good? Let me think... Yesterday morning, Amanda &amp; I couldn't practise because all the teachers were to busy to... And because of that we had to go for the DAMNING assembly, where all the P6s were, once again, tortured by Mr. Ting. I vaguely remember running errands for Mr. Chiew after assembly, and I guess that's just about all we did! No wait... We did watch the debate, and our team received the '3rd Runner-Up' medal, which was SO DIPLOMATICALLY PHRASED! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;After recess we proceeded back to our classrooms for free time, so I got CLS to write in my autograph book! She gave her mobile number, YAY! I'm a collector... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When CLS was done, Jean kindly helped me to get an autograph from CES. Sadly when she asked for it, CES looked and asked, "Who's is it?" "Laura's" "Then don't wanna write." Urgh. Well, I blew up, inside. But I THOUGHT I didn't show it... Maybe I was wrong, because when I was away running errands for Mr. Chiew later on, Jean told CLS that I had a crush on someone in class and CLS guessed CES after a few guesses and sounded really confident (according to Jean, when she was talking to me on our way downstairs to buy CLS' autograph book). When we got back up, Jean, CLS &amp;amp; I talked, and I don't know how we got on the topic of crushes, but anyway CLS took out the class list, pointed at FOURTEEN (YES I JUST TOLD YOU GUYS IT'S 6K no. 14!!!) and OMG, I was SHOCKED. I didn't really know how she KNEW. WOW, I was impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;After school, Amanda, Eleanor, Willa (for fun) &amp; I stayed back to reherse... It was boring, so I just SMSed CES, "Y wrte autograph 4 Jean nv wrte 4 me?" The reply was, "Nv wrte for Jean la." Which was actually true, Jean gave the wrong information. So I apologised. Actually that SMS made me feel much better (not because I 'chi chu' la, but) because before that I kept worrying about whether CES had read my blog and didn't write because he was embarrassed. Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Since my dad was supposed to come at 4.50pm (when the rehersal ended at 4pm), I SMSed CES saying, "OMGOMGOMG!!!!! BLOODY FUCKING HELL YIRONG TOLD ME YOU READ MY BLOG IS IT TRUE???!!!" I didn't get a reply until much later... "What if I say yes? Yes I did... ... I did... ... I did read your blog... ... Not... ..." LAME. I got real mad so I replied,"So DID or DID NOT? If you did my sky will fall apart man..." and "You didn't right?" Reply:"Well, your sky just fell apart." I FREAKED OUT. Oh my... He read my blog? I SMSed, "OMG YOU JUST READ MY BLOG?" Reply: "Erm, no..." *Frustrated me*=&gt; "You read it long time ago? Or you never did? Can you be clearer? Say my sky just fell apart then say you didn't just read it" Reply: "Ok la, I didn't, but what's the add? Juz curious." Hasn't he ever heard of curiosity killing the cat? "Phew. Um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waitlonglong.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;www.waitlonglong.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;. No la jk. Tell you after graduation" and "You know I worried whole day? Im now moderating and making my blog readable. Right now people who read it suffer from the following symptoms: vommiting, nausea, nose bleeds &amp;amp; in serious cases, heart attack." Reply:"Dont worry... I mean please worry. I checked my email it is my life is dono what at blogspot.com" Wow. "Not completely rte bt OMG WAS IT YIRONG WHO EMAILED YOU OH FUCK HER (sorry Rong). You dare? Go read la! Don't blame if you suffer the symptoms. They are fatal sometimes. You might be lucky!", "DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY TO HELL VIA A HEART ATTACK" &amp; "I assume you're somewhere down there already considering you haven't replied. I guess it should be pretty warm there, too bad there's no aircon. Well then goodnight I need my sleep XP" came from me =). No reply because hate mail is somehow ignored. I really went to sleep... *Snore*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Next morning, practise resumed. Amanda &amp;amp; I were SO hardworking (LMAO) that we sang way past assembly until about 7.45pm! After a while we got sick of the aircon, so we went back to class and practised using the disc player. XinYang just kept asking us to shut up. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Graduation rehersal was next. Man, that was really lame. We practised until dismissal... That's a LONG time. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally, when all that crap was done I went to Orty to ask for an autograph. She said, "So late?" and told me to follow her to the staff room. Since Jean and Vanessa were there too, they asked if they too could ride the lift down and Orty agreed. While waiting at the lift landing, Jean told me,"You know ***** cried today?" *SHOCKED EXPRESSION* =&gt;"WHAT???!!!" Wow. I got scolded for being more than a tad too loud. Then as you can guess the lot of them taking the lift down made funny noises and all, so I flared up and screamed bloody murder at them. Vanessa said, "Aiya anyway the whole world knows already." Since Orty was within earshot, she decided to partcipate in the conversation, "I didn't." URGH. JEAN VANESSA AND WHO EVER WAS THERE YOU WILL BE DEAD BY TOMORROW. Man... One more person who knows... Fortunately I took my revenge on Jean by asking (in front of Orty) if WangYe would be coming because it mattered to her, and Orty gave us *weird look*. Hehe. Vengence is sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I waited patiently outside the staff room for Orty to write in my book. Unfortunately because I'm an impatient person I got bored and I SMSed CES, "I heard you cried. U ok?" To be frank, I initially wanted to say something like "I heard you cried. Can't believe you're such a cry baby" but I knew I wouldn't get a reply for that, and since he's very sensitive he might cry again. Diaoz. I was glad I chose to show some concern because I got a reply, "Not really. Fucking ***** (The teacher who wrongly accused him) I didn't know what to say so I just said, "Oh Well. ***** taught me before. An asshole." No replies after that, but doesn't matter, I didn't expect one. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When I got my autograph book back from Orty and Mr Tan, I went to Gate A. CES left already. Well, too bad, expected la. Sigh, it's (I admit) sad that I'll never see him again. It was nice to see him cry. Just kiddin'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, I have to practise my piano now! I'm taking my exam in February next year and I haven't learnt all my scales, any of the arpegios, and exactly one and a half songs. That's not all. What about the oral, aural &amp; sight reading &amp;amp; preparation? I can't fail! If I fail I won't get my iPod (the exam is just slightly cheaper that one...) Well, cherrios then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5226196022802924917?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5226196022802924917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5226196022802924917&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5226196022802924917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5226196022802924917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-in-one.html' title='Two-in-one'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-2561881800552201010</id><published>2006-11-12T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:53:36.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wow... I seriously spent A LOT of time in church. Not mine, but my grandmother's. 9am this morning, my family rushed to my granny's house to fetch her to church for service. After service and lunch, we just walked around Great World City until about 3.30pm because we needed to head back to church for the building dedication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dedication was... boring. I fell asleep. I was so disapointed because I had to miss the '第六届全球华语歌曲排行榜'! I SO wanted to catch it! Pity... Nevermind... I watched 'Meet The Parents' which is so damn funny. Well, actually I watched it before, I have the DVD but still its nice to watch again! Its about this born loser called 'Gaylord Focker' so if you shorten his name and say it real fast its 'Gay Fucker'. Nice name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yay! Today's a SUNDAY, so there's school TOMORROW! I love school now... It's boring, but you have a lot of freedom I guess... Anyway since we're doing the training for the Graduation thing, it kills time a little, but I get to see CES much less. Not as if it matters anymore... HE'S GOING TO HCI. So in about say... 3 days? I'll never see him again. Well I expected that long ago so I couldn't care less... At least, I guess... Anyway not as if I know him... Well. Man tomorrow I'll be staying back to rehearse the Graduation thing, so I hope they leave me alone during curriculum time to do my own stuff... Oh yes... This blog, it says a lot, doesn't it? I was wondering, after Graduation, since I wouldn't be seeing CES anymore, should I... Kind of... Let him in on how I feel... Through this blog? It doesn't really matter already, because, as I said, I won't see him anymore. Well, unless I'm in the top 10 PSLE scorers in school and so is he, then in that case, we'd have to turn up next year for prize presentation. Which will become very... Awkward. Then again, after a year I'd probably have met someone else and maybe even forgot about CES already. Which will still be very sad. But long-distance doesn't last, really. Well SHUSH. I'm releasing personal information! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;One last thing. Please don't link my blog, or give my blog address to people because I don't want teachers to read this. Its going to be really, really embarrassing if that happens. Okay? =) Thanks, and bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-2561881800552201010?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2561881800552201010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=2561881800552201010&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/2561881800552201010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/2561881800552201010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/church-day.html' title='Church Day'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-8960163755737255315</id><published>2006-11-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:51:52.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaking Dripping Wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;This is the most INCREDIBLE day of my life. Man... In the morning I just sat around reading Reader's Digest, until about 11am, when my dad drove me to Serene Centre McDonalds for lunch, and to meet for church cell. I can't believe the terribly unhealthy lifestyles of Nanyang Primary School pupils. I have NEVER been to Serene Centre McDonalds before, and the first time I went, I saw at least FOUR people from school, namely: Rachel Lim (my DARHLING), Richmond Lee (the SHITHEAD who whacked me), Darren (his pal) &amp; this teeny little girl wearing the Nanyang Red House T-shirt. Amazing? I should think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I ate a sundae for my lunch, and took the calorie sheet away just for fun, because last time we had this motion for our first sparring session- "THBT fast food companies should pay compensation for damaging peoples' health." Anyway, wouldn't it be nice to know how many calories you are ingesting each time? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then we walked to Botanica Gardens. The weather was GREAT, not too hot but sunny all the same. My group leader Michelle came up with the name "Champions", which turned out to be a wonderful prophesy. Then again, when I first joined Trinity, a leader asked me what my least favourite subject in school was and I was unable to answer, so he said, "Wah! This one is going to be Singapore's top PSLE scorer!" Not that I have little faith, but that prophesy does seem a bit extreme. Anyway, after that we came up with a cheer and, when we cheered, I thought,"Oh my gawd! What a LOUSY group. How to win???" Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;After we got our clue "Where the tallest tree reaches for a degree", we went to the place in between NUS and the tallest tree, where we found our first station. As we were halfway through carrying out the activity, it started to drizzle. Then rain CATS &amp;amp; DOGS ^^ That was the good bit. We made a mad rush to this Gazebo, and we played this nice game in which u had to find a trail from one end to the other of a 4-by-4 square. We thought we wouldn't be able to do it, but in the end we miraculously managed! We got our next clue and guessed the right location, but because there was lightning, we weren't allowed to proceed to our new destination, Cluny Park Gate. To pass time, we played "Big Lemon Small Melon". Since I played "Big Fish Small Fish" (which is quite similar) before, I didn't make any mistakes... But seriously, it wasn't easy man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;After playing for a while we got a call from Pastor Susie to go to another Gazebo to collect our bags. Some small guys took the lead and I was right behind them, so when they took a shortcut through the grass (which was flooded in muddy water), I followed and got my BRAND NEW SOCKS &amp; just washed shoes SOAKED and MUDDY. That was probably the most terrible bit today la... But it was FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Finally we loaded into Pastor Gary's cargo van, which had no seats and no light, and drove back to church. The ride was fun because Pastor Gary drove... Kind of fast, and the guys kept bumping their heads on the roof of the truck when we went over a hump! At church we just changed into clean clothes and went for service... Oh yes... Speaking of service, there is a IGNYTE =&gt;(youth) church worship experience "So You Think You Can Scream???" on Next Saturday, 18th November, which I want to invite all you guys to (its the one on the flyer which I sneaked into CES' bag... ) My service is at 3pm, but there's also a 5pm one if you guys want to go... The church is Trinity Christian Centre on 21 Adam Road, at the Chapel. I think its the 1st floor one... The COOL one!!! Yay. If you guys can, come okay? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;When service was over Pastor Susie got us together for a group photo, and for prize giving! We were the Champions (Pun intended) and received a Froggy chocolate each. I ate it on the spot. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I was so happy when I got home, because Vanessa is BACK FROM JAPAN! Seriously, she could have returned at about... 7.30am this morning? That would have been PERFECT, really. Then again, if I went to CES' party with her I would have missed out the church fun and had fun of another kind. By The Way, I won't be blogging from 8 December to 11 December because I'll be in Kuantan, Malaysia, for IGNYTE Camp at Swiss Garden Resort! It will definitely be loads of fun, but I'd have to stock up on my Bible knowledge a little. Registration closes next week, so if you go for the "So You Think You Can Scream" next week you'd stil be able to sign up. I seriously hope the cute guy (I don't wanna say names because there might be friends or pastors from church reading this, CREEPY!) signs up! He hasn't done that yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well then. I think this will be my only post today. Not very long. You know what? My longest post was 1,711 words long!!! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-8960163755737255315?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8960163755737255315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=8960163755737255315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8960163755737255315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8960163755737255315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/soaking-dripping-wet.html' title='Soaking Dripping Wet'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5020980462376601928</id><published>2006-11-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:48:42.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criteria For Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I'm in a good mood, I might as well tell my readers my criteria for guys. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Christian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* (Not sure ~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Doesn't watch porn SERIOUSLY la. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope he passed THIS *&lt;/span&gt; (THINK SO...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Able to engage in an intellectual conversation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Relatively smart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Relatively good looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Kind, good-natured and NOT ARROGANT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* (PERHAPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Appreciates music &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Not sure...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. About the same age as me, not more than one year younger or five years older than me (LOL!!!)&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Humourous&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* VERY IMPORTANT ~CES has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5020980462376601928?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5020980462376601928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5020980462376601928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5020980462376601928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5020980462376601928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/criteria-for-guys.html' title='Criteria For Guys'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5013791719025789634</id><published>2006-11-10T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:45:06.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today was a hard day, but a really happy day. In the morning, Amanda &amp; I just practised the Graduation stuff, and after that, hm... What did we do? Oh yes... We had to move the 'mini-sized' chairs from the current P1 &amp;amp; P2 classes to the hilltop, where next years' P1 &amp; P2s will be having their lessons. When I got back to the classroom, it was empty so I took the chocolate Yirong helped me buy and stuffed it into CES' bag! After that, we listened to Mr. Ting talk about the Nanyang Junior Alumni. Sianz. ZZzz... He asked,"Who will probably join the alumni?" I saw CES' hand, I think, so I raised mine too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I sat behind CES during the Graduation briefing because SR forced me to swap places with her... Not my personal preference okay? Don't accuse me of trying to flirt. Haha. After I sat behind CES SR &amp;amp; Yirong kept kicking his chair and pretending it was me. I crossed my legs and denied it, so he pointed his middle finger at them and said, "Oh, fuck you." Then when they stopped kicking, I kicked and he caught me. He pointed his middle finger at me and said,"Oh fuck you." SR said,"You want to fuck her?" It was SO, SO funny...After the Graduation briefing, Amanda, Eleanor, Kai Cheng &amp; I went to practise for the Graduation along with Ms Mok, 6J's CL teacher &amp;amp; Ms Mok. They sang quite well! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing much really happened, except for after school, when I made sure I walked out of the classroom slightly before CES and his friends. I was at the sheltered walkway when I received an SMS from CES,"U sent me the choc right? Ty. :)" I just replied,"Yes. Np." I stayed at the Gate until I saw CES coming out and I hurriedly turned around... When my dad picked me and drove across the bus stop, guess who I saw? Well, no prizes la. Can guess right? =) SMART. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just now, I received YET another SMS from CES,"Do you want to come to my birthday tmr? U can bring two girls to come with you." Wow. Sounds nice. I asked Yirong and SR, both of them can't. I thought, OhMyGawd?! Am I going there ALONE? So I asked for the details, and whether any other girl was going. The reply: NO GIRL. He only invited me because I gave him a present, and probably it was his mum who forced him. =) All the more I shouldn't go, I don't wanna appear SO 'jian'. Just to make sure I asked jokingly,"LOL. Did your mum force you to invite me? Haha." and I told Yirong, "If I don't get a reply, I'm not going." Well, I DIDN'T get a reply, but that freak CES can take hours to reply a message. One thing though, most of the time he only replies what he has to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Guess what I did? I SMSed him,"Hey none of my frens can make it. Sry, can't go." At first, I was thinking, "Holy cow! What have you done?" Vanessa thought so too, when I told her I didn't go, she SMSed me, "Din go? What the fuck were you thinking?" Then again. after THAT incident, I decided I did the right thing. I mean, he most probably knows I like him, so I don't want to appear too desperado right? Besides, I'm not. Actually, it doesn't matter whether I'm GOING to the birthday or not. I RECEIVED the invite. Right? The choice is mine. But the invitation would have been nicer if he hadn't hinted that I was kind of self-invited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway, It would be nice to go to IGNYTE. There's this really really cute guy in my cell. I don't have a crush on him, but who knows? In the future if I get to know him, I might!LOL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tonight I'm going to meet my cousins... My grandmother's birthday party. Haha. My cousins are... tiny. That's a word I can use la. The eldest is 9, and the yougest is 5 or 6... Very cute. Well, gotta go prepare for the barbeque! Tatas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5013791719025789634?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5013791719025789634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5013791719025789634&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5013791719025789634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5013791719025789634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise?'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-5506257514062109329</id><published>2006-11-09T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:41:21.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trapped, but no, I don't wish to get out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I spent most of the morning in the music room, preparing the song Amanda, Eleanor, Kai Cheng &amp; I are supposed to sing for Graduation. Seriously, You should hear it-it's absolutely atrocious. I can't believe I'm supposed to sing it in front of CES &amp;amp; my friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today was a day of disapointments. I wanted to go out to buy CES a birthday present, but because people either couldn't make it or didn't want to go (especially because Ness &amp; Jean are overseas), I couldn't go out. So finally, I got Yirong to buy a bar of Lindt chocolate for him when she went to Coronation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Another disapointment was that I realised no one except Yirong had prepared for the debate. This thing about debate is wearing me out! Well, it's finally over I guess, and obviously, we lost. Ahha. Yes, this is the whole thing about the 'trap'. Allow me to begin from the beginning (DUH, right?)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For the debate, it is my usual practise to FORCE, practically, members to fufil their roles, and today was no exception. With SR as 1st speaker, Fabian as 2nd, CES as 3rd &amp;amp; BQ as Reply, I thought the matter was settled. However, about 10 minutes before we left the classroom for the debate, CES exclaimed all of a sudden, "I DON'T WANT TO BE 3RD SPEAKER! YOU GUYS ARE JUST USING ME AS A PAWN FOR YOUR PURPOSE!" To be frank, I was SHOCKED BEYOND WORDS. I thought, "This CES that I like is seriously an asshole." Then I thought about it. What he said really was true. But the PURPOSE of placing him as 3rd speaker was to ALLOW OUR TEAM TO DO THE BEST WE CAN, NOT FOR OUR OWN SELFISH PURPOSES. So I tried this psychology thingy I always use on Jonathan when he refuses to participate in group projects. "*****, are you a member of our team?" "Yes." "Since you are a member of our team, do you want our team to do well?" "Yes." "Since you want our team to do well, shouldn't you participate in the debate to allow our team to do well?" "I DON'T WANT TO SPEAK! I'M JUST A PAWN!" He looked set to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I should have known better. Persuading CES to speak PERSONALLY wasn't such a good idea from the start. I would never be able to see him cry and I knew that. Can you guess what I did? I actually told Yirong, "Since ***** has that kind of attitude, we probably won't be able to get him to speak, and even if we do, he's not going to do his best. I'm willing to take his place." I couldn't get further from reality. One of the judges would be a teacher that didn't exactly like me. Far from it, actually. But I said THAT anyway. So Yirong asked me,"What role?" and I replied,"Whichever that no one wants." Come to think of it, what I did was really selfish. For the sake of the team, I should have gone on to make CES speak, since he was one of the best in our team, if not the best. I FELL INTO THE TRAP. My heart would really melt if I saw him cry (Gross, who's going to clean up the muck?!) I saw that before, and it was my fault. I got quite concerned, but I wasn't really sure I liked him then. Anyway, after Yirong agreed to let me take over CES, I walked over and told him,"I'm taking over your place" and walked off. Fortunately, I became the reply speaker so not a lot of preparation was necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe from my selfish point of view, I did the right thing because from then on CES was really sweet. During preparation he was really really nice and gave lots of ideas. The only bits that were kind of awkward was when I told Yirong and CES that I was really cold, and I stretched my hand out and told them,"Don't believe you touch la!" Rong did and she agreed. CES said,"Then don't want to touch your hand." LMAO I'm not so despo lorh, don't 'xiang wai wai'. And also when everyone was somehow squashed together, CES was beside me so we ended up squishing each other. Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After school, I was at Gate A and it was raining, so CES was leaning against a pillar at the sheltered walkway. I saw him from afar so I strode slowly past him and watched from the corner of my eye whether he noticed. He did. About a metre after I walked past I stopped and leaned against a portion of the metal railing. I observed his actions carefully (haha) and fiddled with my phone. Then he walked over, leaned against the portion of the metal railing right to the left of me and said,"You know how much you messed up today?" I just said,"Well, I did my best! Better than some idiot who refuses to speak." And he said,"You know the number of times we spoke was the same? Once reply and once as another speaker." So I just said,"Fine fine fine." I'm not sure what happened after that, I think his mum called and he left.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Actually I have a confession to make. When everyone was downstairs listening to the 4th Sparring Session and the classroom was empty, I slipped a church brochure into CES' bag, inviting him over to the IGNYTE service on 18th November, and wishing Happy Birthday in advance. I'm not sure whether he saw it already. Oh yes. I forgot to tell you guys that the staring has resumed. I finally understand. CES stares at people who like him because he can't believe that they have such bad taste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, I'm going to play a game with Diane now! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-5506257514062109329?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5506257514062109329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=5506257514062109329&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5506257514062109329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/5506257514062109329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-trapped-but-no-i-dont-wish-to-get.html' title='I&apos;m trapped, but no, I don&apos;t wish to get out'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-8330341573153933477</id><published>2006-11-08T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:38:41.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Readers Love to Read About-Crushes &amp; Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;First of all, allow me to re-introduce to you CrossEyedSmiley, CES in short. People always tell me that CES looks damn gay and isn't exceptionally smart. I didn't know why I liked him (finally I got my pronouns right) until I got to know him better. I agree that his eyelashes are really (as in VERY) long, but he looks kind of cute when he smiles because of his dimples. =) He's actually quite kind and not sexist like other guys. This last reason I only found out through the course of our co-operation during the debate-he's rather aloquent and not as lazy as other guys even though he was reluctant to join the team and speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't know a lot about him. Just a bit. HP Number (NOT TELLING). Email. Likes red. Birthday 11 Nov (I'm getting a pressie!) Likes to play Dual Master Cards. Likes to wear Reebok shirts. I'm dying to know... Is he christian? Because if he isn't, I have to forget it. TO be frank that's not THAT hard for me... There's this guy in my church who's really cute! Hehe =) IN MY CELL AS WELL!!! (LMAO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There were several instances in which SOME PEOPLE (RONG RONG?!) felt that CES was gaining interest in me. I didn't and don't really think so, because: 1. I'm not pretty. 2. I'm not smart. 3. I'm not nice to guys, I'm usually very fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway I will share these instances with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The first incidence was when we were at Gate A, and after staring at me for a moment CES walked up and said,"You have a crush on the Chinese Chess Teacher right?" Seriously, I COULD NOT BELIEVE my ears. That just showed how wrong someone could get. But because he said that just after I sent an anonymous admirer mail to him, I thought he had already blown my cover. Now, I think that wasn't the case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What happened after that was that because Jean gave me CES' number that day, I decided to try it out. The SMS I got in reply was, "Who is ******? What are you talking about?" After asking Jean about whether she was sure she gave the correct number, I replied, "Don't you know Jean, Ness &amp; I are in cahoots, Mr. *****?" The reply shocked me. "So who is honey wagon?" (Honey Wagon is the name I used...) I feel that that question was genuine, he really didn't know who. It was the dumb me who first replied,"Gawd noes. Y ask me man." and after a while regretted and dropped the bombshell,"Keep ur mouth shut n i'l tel u hu tt is. Go chk ur mail.", meaning that I had access to that email. Well, but just in case he was dumb enough not to understand, I send an email,"Yea right. I have a crush on the CChess Teacher?" and an SMS,"Honey Wagon is an issue of damuzhi. FYI, DUMBO, THAT'S ALSO ME."&lt;br /&gt;I REGRETTED MY ACTION RIGHT AFTER I DID IT. It hadn't occured to me, how 'jian', crazy or desperado I might have seemed! Until, that is, it was too late. So after a day in school when he knew about me liking him and everything, I sent him an email using my real acount,"Dear Mr. *****, SOSA is pleased to inform you that you have been tricked." I CCed it to Vanessa and added in the email, "So... Vanessa? Can I expect a promotion?" Which was lame, but to prevent it from seeming too dubious I had to do that. I told Jean and she was FURIOUS and sent an email to CES saying,"As a member of SOSA, I received the email that Laura sent to you, and I can assure you that YOU HAVE NOT BEEN TRICKED. It was Laura's choice to send that email and SHE REALLY LIKES YOU. So if you like her too, GRAB HER!" Seriously, the GRAB HER bit made me sound like some kind of prostitute on sale. I didn't think it was such a bad idea but Vanessa definitely did and she sent him ANOTHER email,"My sincere apologies, Jean did not know that we have already decided to inform you about the prank." Something along that line. How confusing. Poor CES! Haha. She then SMSed me, saying, " WTF is Jean doing? If he thinks its a prank, and in class he continues to stare at you, that means he really likes you." Going by this theory, Vanessa shouldn't have sent the email, because the staring decreased drastically... Good thing there was another incident that happened on the day that CES found out (at least he knew at that time) that I liked him that would be nice to remember...&lt;br /&gt;Jean &amp;amp; Vanessa were playing Chinese Chess and Yirong, SR and I were sitting around watching. Halfway during the game, CES walked to our table and my heart STOPPED BEATING. He just watched for very long, and then he walked away without saying anything. He did that several times... When he left, YR said, "He was SO flirting with you." That was really what she thought, but I WISH man. He was just interested in Chinese Chess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahha. We acted normal except when I tried to make conversation by bringing our kindergarten magazine to school and telling him through SMS that he looked damn gay. The reply was something like," I know. The uniform was a bloody pink. Crap. You know, you look like someone who changed sex." LOL. That was the ONLY non-serious message I ever received from CES. Oh yes. Your 2nd clue. We were FROM THE SAME KINDERGARTEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then came the debate, and when Mrs O asked me who I would volunteer for the auditions I said CES &amp; Bing Quan (YES, if you were sharp enough, you should know by now who CES is). So we went for it, he got in AND I BECAME A RESERVE. At that time, that was bad news for me, but now, this is ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL NEWS because speaking is terribly tiring because I get really squirmy and can't think! I now prefer public speaking because you have everything you need to say in front of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now this is the embarrassing bit-what happened during the 1st sparring session. I was the 1st speaker, CES was the 2nd speaker, BQ the 3rd speaker and Yi Rong as reply speaker. Which is why CES and I crammed at the same table, side by side. At some point in time during the debate, I realised that CES was leaning back whereas I was sitting up straight and using only the front bit of my chair. When I turned behind, I was shocked to discover that CES' hand was hooked on my chair. I thought, "What would happen if I leaned back all of a sudden?" Then I thought of the disastrous. If I leaned back, CES' hand would be caught under the weight of my body, and to the members of the house it would appear as if he was hugging me! No way. I could seriously do without a lot of those future teasings if that were to happen. Fortunately, CES took it away shortly after. I think he did that just for comfort, but it felt really awkward! Oh yes. One more thing that happened during the debate. After all the speeches, while we were waiting for results, CES pointed out that I was very red, blushing, and Yirong said that I had my own personal reasons, hinting that I liked him. He SO totally misunderstood. He said, " Oh... Some cycle?" I couldn't believe it so I told Yirong, "He made it even worse than it was meant to be!" He actually said it with a straight face! I told Jean and Jean told me that he had really thick-skin...Here's the example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last time, Jean and CES were about the same height. After half a year, CES suddenly grew significantly taller than Jean, so Jean teased him by saying, "Wah! Suddenly grow so tall! Growth spurt horh?" Guess what he replied? "Ya lah!Puberty mah!" OMGOMG I STILL CAN'T GET OVER IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that CES should already have realised that I like him, because I actually treat him very nicely. Take for example during the class party, Yirong and I were within earshot when I heard something about his birthday, so I screamed, "TODAY???!!!" all of a sudden and he turned around and said, "11 November"... OOh. I'm getting a present and its going to be anonymous! Haha. Another example is that during debate preparation for our second sparring session, SR came up with the baseline argument and the girls copied it down. I saw that CES didn't copy so I just acted frustrated and said, "Oh forget it. I'll copy for you." I was quite focused copying so I didn't look out for any facial expressions, but I can guess that the rest of the people were shocked. I would usually have said, "I don't care! Copy!" LMAO. Fortunately I was quick with the copying and I grabbed the papers of the other two guys and copied as well so that it wouldn't be so obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another thing was that because our argument was about BGR, we kept side-tracking and teasing each other, so because there was Fabian, BQ, SR and Yirong, CES &amp;amp; I paired Fabian &amp; SR and BQ &amp;amp; Yirong, and because there was CES &amp;amp; me left, Fabian pointed at CES and said something like, "Then the both of you leh?" So I just said without any expression, "Don't joke." Somehow CES knew I wasn't joking and he said, "Then what about the ***** email? Jealously right?" He said it quite soft so I wasn't sure if I heard right, but I DID send an email, asking if he liked ***** (someone) because she seemed to like him. I was stunned but I pretended not to hear. Very very extremely embarrasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think this is more than enough for you to understand what goes on in my mind... Haha. Bye!!! I REALLY have to prepare for the debate now... =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-8330341573153933477?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8330341573153933477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=8330341573153933477&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8330341573153933477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/8330341573153933477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuff-readers-love-to-read-about.html' title='Stuff Readers Love to Read About-Crushes &amp; Stuff'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-6338887876329850162</id><published>2006-11-08T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:48:50.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungei Boloh Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were going to Sungei Boloh, so I arrived at school worrying about looking weird because I was clad in my green house t-shirt and jeans! I was so worried, I got my dad to drop me off on the left side of the road and took a long route to the staff room to avoid meeting too many people. I wanted to confirm with Mr. Pang if he really wanted us to dress that way for assembly. He really did. Reluctantly, I proceeded to the basketball court, and oh SURPRISE! Guess what? Everyone in my class (well, nearly) was dressed just like me, so there was really nothing to worry about in the first place. I got to sit right in front of CES during silent reading! Yay. CES looked great in that green cargo pants because it was quite baggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We took the bus to Sungei Boloh, just talked along the way... Boring... Fortunately, the bus ride wasn't very long and we arrived in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since it was my 3rd trip to Sungei Boloh (but only the 2nd one that I could remember details about), I knew the place and the habitats pretty well. I was surprised that although the route we took was the same, the guide pointed out different things to us. That shows why you can never stop learning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would say we were very lucky, because we had a chance to come up close with a giant monitor lizard (in fact, I nearly bumped into it)! I was walking on one side of the path, and because I was in front, there was no one to stop me. Walking along, I heard mumbles of "Whoa", "Oh My Gawd", "Cool", and all of a sudden, "Laura, FREEZE!" I froze. Then I looked. Whoa, oh my gawd, cool, Laura FREEZE! They were certainly relavant. Right before my eyes was a GIANT MONITOR LIZARD, about a metre long and 30cm wide, crawling ever so slowly, so I pounced upon the wonderful opportunity and snapped 29 shots of it in total. If you ask me now, I would say it was seriously posing for the camera, swinging its tail and all. Swell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another highlight of the trip was sighting the giant caterpillar of the atlas moth. It was about the length of two of my fingers plus my palm and the width of the same two fingers. Big right? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When we got back to school I was crawling around, trying to help Denise find as many beads as possible because she spilt the whole bottle on the floor. All of a sudden, I heard CES say, "Hey Laura! You're famous! Look this Dual Master Card has your name on it!" Lame. Seriously, I KNOW &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; (sorry, I'm just bad at pronouns JKJK) doesn't like me. Its just that the things that happen appear to be so to &lt;em&gt;SOME&lt;/em&gt; people. More about this in another post... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, after a while, Mrs O walked into the classroom and gave the motion for tomorrows debate for the 3rd and 4th placing, which we would definitely be taking part in. It was, "This House Does Not Support Blogging." Haha. Seriously. I had always thought I liked debate until I experienced the true pains of being part of a debate team-lots of work is involved. What cheered me up was also the fact that CES is part of the 6K debate team. Well, readers of this blog, I invited you to come read this to share with you my thoughts &amp;amp; feelings, and of course with the intention to tell you some secrets like who CES really is. In fact, I've already given you such an OBVIOUS clue! Just keep *HUSH* about these things ok? =) Tell you some more clues in the other post too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right after I got the motion, I received an SMS from my dad, saying he was already waiting for me, but it was only 1.10pm! Then CLS called me and some others over to 6L, and I found myself beside CES. CLS asked CES about its survey form and travel declaration form, and it said, "My survey form hasn't been filled up and I lost my travel declaration form." WHICH WAS EXACTLY WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME! What's more, that wasn't the first time. CLS had previously asked for our graduation forms, and both of us didn't receive it. This SO is the wrong kind of &lt;em&gt;'yuan fen'&lt;/em&gt;! When CES left and I was the only one with CLS, I told her I needed to go early so she brought me to the staff room for the form and let me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a lazy bum. Right now, I'm supposed to be preparing for the debate, but what am I doing? Writing long essays about my life. Seriously, most other debate team members couldn't care less about it, so why should I? =) Ouch. I think the laptop has burnt my leg. Haha. Bye! Look out for the other post about CES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-6338887876329850162?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6338887876329850162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=6338887876329850162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6338887876329850162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/6338887876329850162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/sungei-boloh-trip.html' title='Sungei Boloh Trip'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-90757437412751562</id><published>2006-11-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:10:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos Are Life! ~Truly~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a video fan! Not just videos, but a 'show' fan as well! Nowadays, things are GREAT, aren't they? You can watch nearly EVERYTHING on YouTube for FREE! Personally, I enjoy watching Korean, Japanese, Taiwanese and Hong Kong shows the most. Now let me recommend some of which I have watched, and have found really nice! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Korean: 大长今，Save The Last Dance For Me, New Bride, Princess Hours, My Tutor Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Japanese: Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taiwanese: It Started With A Kiss, Mr. Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hong Kong: Central Affairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here are some of the other nice shows I know off, but haven't had the time to explore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Japanese: (Anime) Fruits Basket, Shaman King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taiwanese (Most of which starring Joe Cheng): Devil Beside You, Green Forest My Home, Westside Story &lt;&lt;xi&gt;&gt;, Tokyo Juliet, The Rose, Magic Ring, Nine Balls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well... You can try them out I guess! Enjoy! You can comment and add some too... I'd edit the post and add them in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-90757437412751562?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/90757437412751562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=90757437412751562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/90757437412751562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/90757437412751562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/videos-are-life-truly.html' title='Videos Are Life! ~Truly~'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-116289210886636365</id><published>2006-11-07T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:44:18.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivocity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today I woke up at about 8am to check my SMSes. Nothing. Recently I've been checking my inbox SO, SO, often. I guess its because of CrossEyedSmiley (CES in short). However, CES checks its SMSes about once in a couple of hours and only replies the SERIOUS messages, like those about debate &amp; stuff, not those that say things like, "Keep your glasses on at all times. If not you look damn gay." Which is really, really sad because everytime I pick my phone up from the table, I can feel my heart thumping "Ponk! Ponk! Ponk!"Okay that's exaggerated, but it does give you an idea of how I feel... I hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After breakfast, I read the papers (I LOVEEEEE reading Life!, Digital Life, Mind Your Body &amp;amp; Urban especially)... Nothing much, but it talked about blogs so I thought, "Hey COOL! Wish I could have one... Hm... Actually, why not?" Wait a moment. I take back what I said just now and I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAID IT! I created this blog BECAUSE of what I read in the papers, and yet I said I didn't see anything much? Oh my... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My family went to Vivocity for lunch and shopping, the largest and probably also the newest mall in Singapore at this point in time. I went there full of expectations, expecting all my favourite shops to be congregated together in one place. WRONG. Well, I was probably right about having most of my favourite shops, but congregated in one area? Probably not. The place is so big, you feel as though you've covered the whole of Orchard Road after you've entered only a few shops because the distance between the shops is really huge. Its good exercise, but if you ask me, I'd rather walk along Orchard Road for the whole day because of the greater variety of shops. Then again, there was a HUGE Espirit (MY FAVOURITE!!!), a huge Zara, Mango &amp; GAP and also tons and tons of food outlets at Vivocity. We ate at Food Republic on the 3rd floor and I tried the 'Scissor Cut Curry Rice' or somthing along that line and it was 'Mamma Mia'! For a good price too, just $4. I guess Vivocity was built for food lovers because the number of food outlets will make any glutton like me be spoilt for choices! Its great for ice-cream fanatics too because there's both Haagen-Daz and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's! That means that when you finally run out of choices in one of the stores you can simply pop into the other. But of course you have to be prepared to have to work out really hard at the gym!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was disapointed because we didn't buy anything in the end, but the reason for that was that we didn't go into Espirit (my dad knows that when we go in, my mum and I probably can't come out empty handed). But because I'm going to The Heeren on Thursday with Rachel and some other friends, I didn't really mind. Fortunately, we went to King Albert Park Cold Storage and bought 4 boxes of 3 sticks of Haagen-Daz ice-cream! That really cheered me up. Ok I'm relatively sure I spelt 'Haagen-Daz' wrongly, but who cares! =) Maybe you do, but hey! That's your problem, not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now I'm at home, blogging and lazing around... Yep, basically that's it... I've decided I'm NOT going to add a Tagbox or change the blogskin for this blog because maintenance is impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oops, I've got-to-go bathe now! Bye and see you guys soon! You HAVE to watch Princess Hours its REALLY nice. It Started With A Kiss too! Ok more about shows in the next post, BYE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-116289210886636365?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116289210886636365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=116289210886636365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/116289210886636365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/116289210886636365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/vivocity.html' title='Vivocity'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37279563.post-116289128749420642</id><published>2006-11-07T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:35:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everyone to this new blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hm... I'm really hoping this is going to work out! The reason why I said that? Ahha. I have had... urm... 3 other blogs, all of which I ruined simply because I didn't have the patience to maintain them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well then... Wish me good luck with this one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37279563-116289128749420642?l=ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116289128749420642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37279563&amp;postID=116289128749420642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/116289128749420642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37279563/posts/default/116289128749420642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenuity-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
