<?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-11116157</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:06:35.872+08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='weird'/><category term='bananas'/><category term='gourmet'/><category term='mug'/><category term='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SF42NYOOZyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/65QsW4qFV4w/s320/gay+moose.JPG'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='chinese orchestra'/><category term='ATCL'/><category term='farewell'/><title type='text'>octeopus orchestra</title><subtitle type='html'>arbish!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>410</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5931060166287057122</id><published>2009-08-20T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:24:56.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ah see i came back to update within less than a month (: JASON CAN OR NOT? i can't believe you still read my blog.................... :P&lt;br /&gt;eh!&lt;br /&gt;now I feel a bit heart pain to move back to wordpress... so for now I shall just keep this blog alive by posting a little bit here and there until I have sufficient free time and boredom (i.e. after promos).&lt;br /&gt;now before i continue on for studying for chem spa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THANKYOU EVERYBODY FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY WISHES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh especially to everyone who sent birthday greetings via sms or facebook or email or msn, 3Q people for the cards and the awesome blueberry cheesecake, anna and tandaoming for the presents, MTC youth people ahaha for your wishes and the ahem upcoming lunch ahem, good old wonderful nice old(ish) friends (i.e. cexiang yifang and william!), 401 people, and lovely chuiguan juniors!&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;to the ones who really made it awesomely speshul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kennethchia you himbo housebunny!&lt;/span&gt;- for sending me birthday wishes with extra bunny-ness on msn, facebook and sms! congratz on getting into NYP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gourmet&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (and kiwi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- for the two-way mirror (is this a sequel to last year's present) and SUPER CUTE DOMOKUN WHOSE NAME IS NOW MR PANGSAI (: the gourmet-kiwi&lt;br /&gt;experience ftw! thanks for being my best buds since sec one (: totally can't live without you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banana gang&lt;/span&gt;- six years of bff-ness and birthday smses! outing on saturday remember arhhh! got loads to catch up with yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the j2s sistaz&lt;/span&gt;- dear dear father sherman, boss and king chicken grace! for the ultra huge dino/dragon/buaya or whatever it's supposed to be, which yuyue wenting bau kenneth and i had to take turns lugging it! and the sexy underwear, the ice cream bubbles and the sweet porcine card! you guys are the best seniors/friends/sistaz ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michysoh!&lt;/span&gt;- for the puchi puchi squeezing thing and your card ahh yes it's late but it was kemama-ly awesome, love you love you! oh and thankyou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kemama &lt;/span&gt;too for your birthday sms we must all go sing K one day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hongbo!-&lt;/span&gt; for the little domo pouch who is now called PANGSAI JUNIOR :D and other stuff too ehehex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rjco!-&lt;/span&gt; for the awesome cake (: special mention to hubert haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yuyue wenting bauuuu&lt;/span&gt;- for EVERYTHING. and i really mean everything. you know what i mean :) but i really loved the plushies you guys gave, and the super funny pink board with QUIZZES on them some more! you guys are all so busy and we're not in the same class some more, but I'm really thankful that three of you actually planned the whole thing so well and did all those sweet things :) dinner at newyorknewyork was nice wasn't it!!! i love you sisters haha :) yuson, tingston and baoson! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mr siahhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;- AH YOU AH :D i don't know how to put it but thanks for giving me probably the sweetest gift i've ever gotten in my whole life :) you know the rest! heheh you rock strongboi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the most awesome day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k back to chem spa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5931060166287057122?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5931060166287057122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5931060166287057122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5931060166287057122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5931060166287057122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-best_20.html' title='birthday best'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6023025276979544104</id><published>2009-07-31T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:34:52.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutely insane resolutions to live by</title><content type='html'>going to proclaim this blog dead soon.&lt;br /&gt;:X but actually, I really like blogging though, just that I've been...&lt;br /&gt;1) Busy&lt;br /&gt;2) Lazy&lt;br /&gt;3) Preoccupied with random musings of the day&lt;br /&gt;4) Worried about the future&lt;br /&gt;5) Too sleepy&lt;br /&gt;6) Enjoying abit of life&lt;br /&gt;and thus decided to go on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, judging from the tagboard, since this blog is pretty much dead and all, maybe i should really make the big move to wordpress. Since I've sort of grown out of the frilly colourful blogskins and avatars phase already. THAT'S LIKE, SO SECONDARY SCHOOL-ISH. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah okay finished studying for chem spa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes wonder if it's really true, if the possibility of it happening is even something worth thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. if that really IS the choice, why this, and not the other?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;(perplexed mode)&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6023025276979544104?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6023025276979544104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6023025276979544104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6023025276979544104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6023025276979544104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/07/absolutely-insane-resolutions-to-live.html' title='absolutely insane resolutions to live by'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8233163561422023971</id><published>2009-04-20T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:00:11.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and does it?</title><content type='html'>HAIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. D:&lt;br /&gt;feeling extremely weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8233163561422023971?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8233163561422023971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8233163561422023971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8233163561422023971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8233163561422023971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-does-it.html' title='and does it?'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6524266835318306709</id><published>2009-04-12T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:58:21.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the deadest blog!</title><content type='html'>YES FINE THIS IS PROBABLY THE DEADEST BLOG AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;but hmmms so much stuff that has been going on super busy where got time to blog you tell me!?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;oh wells yeah so now blogging isn't really my top priority these days.&lt;br /&gt;gah syfsyfsyfsyfsyfsyf is coming up hmhmms jiayou dear little rgco juniors THE BUNCH OF US WILL BE THERE TO SUPPORT YOU GUYS ON 21st APRIL :)&lt;br /&gt;gahaha rjco's getting more fun these days (: shengsuo ftw (:&lt;br /&gt;ahhh yes and the yearly Idol craze is back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DANNY GOKEY / ADAM LAMBERT FOR AI8! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will be all. happy easter! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till the chocolate melts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6524266835318306709?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6524266835318306709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6524266835318306709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6524266835318306709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6524266835318306709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/04/deadest-blog.html' title='the deadest blog!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-323483409999030322</id><published>2009-02-26T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:48:52.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head over heels in the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lovebug - Jonas Brothers :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called you for the first time yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the missing part of me&lt;br /&gt;I felt so close but you were far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me without anything to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speechless over the edge, I'm just breathless&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd catch this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, head over heels in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd get hit by this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get your smile out of my mind(I can't get you outta my mind)&lt;br /&gt;I think about your eyes all the timeY&lt;br /&gt;ou're beautiful but you don't even try(You don't even, don't even try)&lt;br /&gt;Modesty is just so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speechless over the edge, I'm just breathless&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd catch this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, head over heels in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd get hit by this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her for the first time yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wished that it would be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I forgot how to speak&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speechless over the edge, I'm just breathless&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd catch this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hopeless, head over heels in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd get hit by this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ this song manymuchly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICFESTE rehearsal was super fun today oh mans! MR's so totally gonna win something tomorrow if not first then second if not second then third but first of course! :) with all the pizza and the mugging and the jokes on the microphone and blaring random notes on lucas' euphonium and shanin's violin!&lt;br /&gt;AND LEARNING THE SUN DANCE OF COURSE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-323483409999030322?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/323483409999030322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=323483409999030322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/323483409999030322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/323483409999030322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/02/head-over-heels-in-moment.html' title='head over heels in the moment'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6783833430843411074</id><published>2009-02-22T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:14:36.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top o' the morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10S03Q (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my class.&lt;br /&gt;And they're a pretty nice bunch of people, considering how much time i'll be spending with them for the whole of two years.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is, I knew loads of people in class already like celine the rubbish bean, which means i'd be in the bean's class for ehhh four years? coolz B-) haha and abel also. which means monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday (ocassionally) saturday and sundays of abel B-)&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;and almost everybody seems to get high quite often like me! especially rachel and lingli the two dodos singing their bearbear song in the canteen after PE and the whole class turning into a human ZOO and making far too much noise in the library.&lt;br /&gt;yeah man thank God for a nice class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUTORIALS GALORE already and so far I still have chem tutorial and half of bio left to go. Plus  a whole stack of readings which I'll probably find time to catch up on in the &lt;em&gt;toilet&lt;/em&gt; or something :O&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Still rather euphoric because my itunes songs have increased by the hundreds, thanks to to willettewee and a couple of other trusty companions *smirks*. But then again I'll have to find a relatively free day to dump in all the songs into my iPod and redo my playlists.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating whether to make the big move to wordpress. Probably 'coz it's more private and all (and no one can search the stuff you write on the net). Don't know whether I should still entrust the internet with my most private thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6783833430843411074?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6783833430843411074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6783833430843411074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6783833430843411074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6783833430843411074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-o-morning.html' title='top o&apos; the morning!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5228554438359780989</id><published>2009-02-10T17:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:21:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O'CD i love! (:</title><content type='html'>ORIENTATION! (: shall let the pictures do the talking for now first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301104962294729250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO4HKjSiI/AAAAAAAAASk/66QbrLBsU9M/s320/Photo2234.JPG" /&gt;O'CD at orientation dinner on day two, minus bryan siva and sai :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301104958455495474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO343NOzI/AAAAAAAAASc/wy7fCimZoYk/s320/Photo2239.JPG" /&gt;doing the mamma mia 1234 thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO3i2-R2I/AAAAAAAAASU/k6fme7WjcOg/s1600-h/Photo2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301104952548935522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO3i2-R2I/AAAAAAAAASU/k6fme7WjcOg/s320/Photo2241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the not-so-innocent brudders benlow wayne and austin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301104953615301026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO3m1NuaI/AAAAAAAAASM/o8BzFN5m51A/s320/Photo2244.JPG" /&gt;brain, ahma, ahgong and sumo ahaha they look super cute like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO3T3t8QI/AAAAAAAAASE/nDPmSkXl9UA/s1600-h/Photo2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301104948525527298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO3T3t8QI/AAAAAAAAASE/nDPmSkXl9UA/s320/Photo2250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our OGLs yeah waiky and alina and uhh alaric who's PICKING HIS NOSE?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301103775708505362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFNzCyWZRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fzvkVqdc2Vc/s320/Photo2259.JPG" /&gt;after shawpeeeeeeeeng for snacks for take 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301103775494505010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFNzB_VAjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/b_4mALoshjQ/s320/Photo2260.JPG" /&gt;WILLETTE THE NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301103766083442306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFNye7jloI/AAAAAAAAARc/9-98n12yJeo/s320/Photo2269.JPG" /&gt;AHMA THE NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFNy_sowwI/AAAAAAAAARs/ixae4c_4MV4/s1600-h/Photo2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301103774879236866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFNy_sowwI/AAAAAAAAARs/ixae4c_4MV4/s320/Photo2263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VALTEO THE NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFNyvZrOtI/AAAAAAAAARk/NNQLCIUT_eU/s1600-h/Photo2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301103770504739538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFNyvZrOtI/AAAAAAAAARk/NNQLCIUT_eU/s320/Photo2267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prep tricia! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301102769644768946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM4e6EDrI/AAAAAAAAARU/7Vjt-6VXTDg/s320/Photo2280.JPG" /&gt; camwhoring officially begins at the effigy thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301102763032281010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM4GRhf7I/AAAAAAAAARM/VLUau4zYIio/s320/Photo2287.JPG" /&gt; super nice flaming O'tiero :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM4HX1tDI/AAAAAAAAARE/TlJ8DrR__jM/s1600-h/Photo2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301102763327206450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM4HX1tDI/AAAAAAAAARE/TlJ8DrR__jM/s320/Photo2283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah yays it's sai, VIVA LA SIVA, bryan and me! :) marcus' christmas tie totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM38tlcUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iMp1VSQNH-A/s1600-h/Photo2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301102760465625410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM38tlcUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iMp1VSQNH-A/s320/Photo2290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everyone's a nerd :D look at tjoa and alina's overalls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM3lyUAhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7pwbUSSBwZM/s1600-h/Photo2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301102754311438866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFM3lyUAhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7pwbUSSBwZM/s320/Photo2291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O'CD THE PREP/NERDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301101115538330642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLYM4W1BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SZdr_HdVK5M/s320/Photo2292.JPG" /&gt;nerd smilez : ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301101110252808594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLX5MMKZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lifSzBDXzpc/s320/Photo2299.JPG" /&gt;nyonya man marcus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLX2w-N0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/sP_ukGkcr6g/s1600-h/Photo2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301101109601777474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLX2w-N0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/sP_ukGkcr6g/s320/Photo2301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;annie and benlow the failed dance partners who switched ties (and looked cool in them)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLXeKbkcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/y3o41AJDYQs/s1600-h/Photo2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301101102997672386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLXeKbkcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/y3o41AJDYQs/s320/Photo2303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and matthew and the hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLXJCqy_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/SUfi-WW2_xg/s1600-h/Photo2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301101097327971314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFLXJCqy_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/SUfi-WW2_xg/s320/Photo2304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BRYAN! who i tell you ah is the dance partner who can secretly dance quite well even though he says he can't :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301099835397563458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFKNr_A5EI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VmnOzhh-55E/s320/Photo2306.JPG" /&gt; EVERYBODY DOING THE AUSTIN : O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFKOEu64eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/44fxyVmKIg8/s1600-h/Photo2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301099842040947170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFKOEu64eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/44fxyVmKIg8/s320/Photo2310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while waiting for the bus to go to prata house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301099840017198642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFKN9Ma7jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-ahjnZM3AzY/s320/Photo2308.JPG" /&gt; YAYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301099841511657714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFKOCwukPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1yks6HSCp7c/s320/Photo2323.JPG" /&gt; annie and ahma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301099852793171538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFKOsyczlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cp2drozt7as/s320/Photo2328.JPG" /&gt; #1 SCANDALOUS COUPLE OF THE YEAR :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha yep that was rj orientation '09 O'TIERO :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I shall try to give a not-too-draggy but nice post on orientation, even though well it happened more than a week ago already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kind of nervous about orientation but was much much much happier when I found out that I knew most of the girls in our OG except larissa kailin and yuheng. So honestly it was like super super awkward, they should have taken a photo of us all squashed up in a very distorted circle, girls on one side and guys on the other and completely not talking to each other! And then there's our OGLs yingching (waiky!!) alina and alaric who were busy collecting forms and money from us. Well it was just pretty awkward and if not for the fact that dear gourmet #4 willettewee and ahma and tricia and annie were there, it'd have been very strange for me and I would not have talked that much I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The station games were pretty cool. Especially the scissors paper stone one where you have to slide your iron butt across the chairs. And sucking up to the station masters. And sai's "BAYWATCH LIFEGUARD!!!!!!" during charades! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah I don't remember anything extremely eventful about day one apart from the below five random facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RANDOM FACTS ABOUT DAY ONE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) We formed a family made out of ahma, tricia (ah gong!), yuheng and kailin (the couple!), me (auntie mui / mui yi) and willettewee (auntie mui's relative)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) I hardly talked to any of the guys.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) .... except brian BRAIN and bryan my dance partner, because I was sandwiched in between them during icebreakers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) sumo was super amusing even on the first day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) I thought siva was sai and that sai was siva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh I realise that this is becoming a super long post but gah never mind I'll just carry on because it's getting to the exciting part! *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;day two was sooooooooooo much fun coz so many crazy things happened to us on that day. And I think no other OG would've experienced what we did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dance was....  &lt;em&gt;spectacular. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Discovered that I wasn't exactly such a horrible dancer as I thought even though I still think I can't dance for nuts. And bryan is secretly good no matter how much he says he can't dance that crazy (hahaha) pok! Ahma's partner on that day was brain, who was I think almost three heads taller than her (depending on the size of the head you use to measure), so when they had to do the twirling and stuff it was so hilarious! Then there's annie and benlow and wayne and willette the FAILED DANCE PARTNERS who aren't that fail also lah. Karan was so good at dancing that he made kailin strrrrrrrrrrressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then there was EA EXTERNAL ACTIVITY MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually we were quite good from the beginning, like we managed to complete alot of things and ran all the way back to the checkpoint to get earlybird before discovering that so many other groups already got the earlybird points :O then we had lunch at toa payoh macs, and went to the MRT station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then wayne disappeared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;: O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*gasps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So just as a bunch of us was about to board the MRT train, our OGLs stopped us and told us that wayne was being detained by a security guard because they thought he was a terrorist. Everyone was going nuts at that time, like annie actually smsed / called him, and alot of us wanted to go up to look for him but the 3 OGLs kept telling us not to. We waited for close to 45 min but we were secretly enjoying the nice aircon and large open space of the MRT station, and not having to run around everywhere like crazy looking for checkpoints. And we camwhored alot! After awhile then we were told to go to dhoby first so we went and that's when we found out WE GOT TOTALLY SCAMMED BY OUR OGLs nyehhhhhhhh : X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What happened was that wayne lost his wallet somewhere along the way from macs to the MRT station, but we didn't notice he was missing at the gantry because he was behind with his ben low all the while. So qian bian benlow actually knew about the scam but didn't tell us so we were feeling pretty stupid about it! :) ah never mind the camwhoring at the MRT was nice OG bonding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got 2nd last for EA but we didn't really care luh coz we had so much fun :) especially at dinner too when we koped so many vouchers from the manhattan fish market promoter girl who I think was super happy when close to 20 of us all chiong-ed into the restaurant for our OG dinner. Camwhored like mad, went nuts in the toilet, took BRUDDER photos of benlow and wayne, celebrated all the january babies' birthdays with a nice cake, etc. you get the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but day 2 was super super super super fun! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 3 and 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;War games was crazy as hell but super fun, willette and I managed to save sumo, brain and marcus during the Strip Me If You Can game. Girls were going nuts everywhere chasing guys and pulling their shirts..... I saw someone who actually pulled a guy's shirt until his whole body was exposed so you can imagine how much his shirt must have expanded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And MR won the chopsticks game because all of us were ganging up against BB and MT, especially MT which was super difficult to cross because their defenders were dreadfully scary. Day four was also quite slack, just learn the rain dance and the whole mass dance and we could go off :) so almost all of us except lari sujin karan and brain went off to pastamania j8 for lunch! (: played the I HAVE NEVER game and lost after annie and wayne did... not surprising though coz all of us were trying to sabo both of them especially with annie's academic and music stuff which none of us have seriously accomplished besides the genius herself :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shopping was quite fun although there was just wayne sumo tricia willette and myself, we got loads of nice snacks and sumo almost ALMOST bought this big takeaway yusheng set for Take 5. O_O and somehow all of us knew every song that was playing in the NTUC supermarket, probably coz they were all oldies and our parents listened to loads of them in the car like on 90.5fm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day5! TAKE 5 + O'NIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SUPER FUN. as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A couple of us met up at pasir ris MRT, then took a bus down to pasir ris park instead of the shuttle coz we didn't want to be part of the big big big big big crowd. We didn't sign up for anything as an OG, but most of us (tricia yuheng annie ahma willette wayne benlow sumo austin and me) went to the huge playground and spent loads of time there camwhoring and reliving our childhood days O_O The kindergarten kids at the colourful playground actually told us "Don't scare my friend!" and we were like uh oh are we THAT intimidating?! I think because we were all very much taller than them and were shouting and screaming alot when we were camwhoring on the wobbly metal bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which reminds me- SUMO UPLOAD THE PHOTOS PLEEEEEEEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We video-ed the four guys dancing our mass dance on the wobbly suspension bridge where wayne kept losing his balance, benlow wanted to cheat, sumo looked pretty steady and austin looked like a stone on a shaky pile of wood. :D we sang for them okay and we sang very VERY well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that us girls also had to dance in public too so we went near the cycling path where there were loads of big trees at the side and we started doing bollywood. After we danced then viva la SIVA came along, so we made him do a forfeit for being ultra late- he danced the mass dance and we also did the rain AND sun dance for the fun of it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After take 5 we went to lido to have lunch + watch BENJAMIN BUTTON with the rest of the MRians. The show was really nice but the drawback was that it was so long that anyone'd inevitably fall asleep. I fell asleep thrice and siva was like "oh no wonder so quiet lah!". So in my row we had siva sitting at the edge where we both plonked our barang barang at the aisle, then me, ahma, tricia, willette, alaric, waiky and alina. AH VERY COOL SEATING ARRANGEMENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think wilz and tricia got the worst because they were crammed right in between two groups of extremely noisy people who say all sorts of anti-climax things during the movie, and waiky's crazy THOMSON PLAZA OLD LADY story which made us go crazy during one part of the movie which was supposed to be extremely sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rushed back to school for O'night after that, had a whale of a time camwhoring and laughing at each other being nerds/preps, camwhored so much that the photos and videos are still spamming my camera, then went to thomson prata house for a late dinner! :) lathiga was super amused and fascinated by wayne and benlow's uhhhhhh LOVE and their synchro actions, she swapped places with willette to sit directly opposite them and started taking alot of photos of them with my camera O_O and having to listen to sumo's extremely funny jokes! haha wish we could've spent longer time with MR03 on O'night. Ah well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YEP I'M DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MR03 O'CD&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE YOUUUUUUU THE BEST EVER!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahma annie austin benlow brain bryan kailin karan larissa matthew marcus sai siva sujin sumo tricia valteo wayne willettewee yuheng and OGLs waiky alina and alaric! :D :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i'm seeing these guys tomorrow morning at the amphi! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah yeah there are loads more photos on my facebook. As if you didn't know! HOORAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5228554438359780989?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5228554438359780989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5228554438359780989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5228554438359780989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5228554438359780989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/02/ocd-i-love.html' title='O&apos;CD i love! (:'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SZFO4HKjSiI/AAAAAAAAASk/66QbrLBsU9M/s72-c/Photo2234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-9190740485840782107</id><published>2009-01-26T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:33:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny!</title><content type='html'>*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SHALL NEVER BE SO LAZY AGAIN :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh um and happy chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;since I haven't exactly blogged for super long and loads of people (i.e. eli jason leng valsoh etc etc) have egged me to blog again, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS THAT HAVE PASSED FROM THE SPAN OF 14 DEC TILL NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I slimmed down :D&lt;br /&gt;2) I had church youthcamp and leaders retreat which was super alot of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;3) I didn't touch math at all!&lt;br /&gt;4) I got guitar hero world tour &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;5) I watched twilight TWICE (ask the unlucky person(s) who watched it with me ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;6) My friends camwhored SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;7) My hair grew.&lt;br /&gt;8) Christmas passed.&lt;br /&gt;9) Life in rj was and is still super slack. For now.&lt;br /&gt;10) Alot of people's birthdays are in january. +_+&lt;br /&gt;I'm done! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well so far new year's been pretty good, got reunion dinner with my mum and dad's sides of the family combined, totally had a warped weird dream of one entire rjco dazu in the morning, relatives are here now and I'm SLIGHTLY BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tomorrow. or the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-9190740485840782107?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/9190740485840782107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=9190740485840782107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/9190740485840782107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/9190740485840782107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='cny!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4391149353678321945</id><published>2008-12-14T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:23:22.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUIGUAN CHALET!</title><content type='html'>CHUIGUAN CHALET TOTALLY BLEW ME AWAY (: &lt;br /&gt;Okay after reading / hearing many many people's accounts of what happened at chalet, here's MINE (which would be partly simei's and yuyue's too)!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna split it into FOUR PARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I- Food Fiasco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so since exam was two days after chalet, I sort of had a rushed piano lesson a couple of hours before we were supposed to meet up to go grocery shopping. Then alot of things happened which made me feel like going OH MY TIAN WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO.&lt;br /&gt;1) chew couldn't make it anymore : (  but that's okay lah haha I understand!&lt;br /&gt;2) laobao fell quite sick : O&lt;br /&gt;3) the other three grocery shopping heroes were coming a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;later- boss at 3 instead of 2 cos I think i smsed the time wrongly to her :X, AND THE TWO BLURPOKS BAO AND YUYUE ON THE MRT. bao left her phone at home so she had to go back to get it and when yuyue was at bedok, bao was still at dover, but it turned out that yuyue would be later too because she blurblur took the train going towards BOON LAY.  +_+ Okay and I also hadn't really packed my bag, so we were all late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once bao and yuyue reached pasir ris MRT, mummy and I went to fetch them and she dropped us off at Ehub. We were kinda lost and deciding where to eat and when we saw this restaurant with&lt;strong&gt; BAKED RICE STUDENT MEAL &lt;/strong&gt;yuyue and I totally screamed manically and dragged bao to the restaurant. Because we are such baked rice nutters. There were three flavours of baked rice so we almost immediately gave the waitress our orders and she must've thought we were extremely hilarious as we were still going high over baked rice. Then we talked about our plans for jc and how scary it must be and how we really really didn't want school to start next year. After lunch we rushed to the NTUC which was kinda next door, mentally went through what we had to buy and started shopping. AND NO ONE COULD PUT THE COIN IN THE TROLLEY EXCEPT ME HEEHEHEHEH. *ego triumphant look*&lt;br /&gt;What happened next I can't really remember, but it was like watching three extremely and downright obviously kiasu-singaporean aunties trying to get the cheapest and good-est stuff to adhere to their budget. Yuyue was hunting left right and center for her beloved sotong balls, simei was answering phone calls from koh that naughty naughty woman who didn't want to take shuttle buses, and I was....... prodding at crabsticks and trying to count how many there were in each package. While simei and I were scooping prawns into a plastic bag to weigh, yuyue found a cheaper package of prawns so we uh..... dumped the prawns back into the freezing mountain of ice, apologized profusely to the prawns, left the smelly plastic bag somewhere I can't remember, and went off to compare more prices. Oh gosh our auntie-ness is beginning to show since we're already quite old seniors (but still younger compared to the OLDER aunties), 'coz we insisted on getting the cheapest types of drinks, tissue, bar soap and practised the take-things-from-the-bottom-cos-they-are-better kind of thing.... terrible ah. In the end we didn't overspend, in fact we were under the budget, so since yuyue was also very much in love with STAPLE, CARBO-LOADED FOOD other than her sotong balls, we realised we didn't have much time but still jammed everything into the trolley and sped off to find some way to push the trolley all the way to downtown east's food court so we could find some STAPLE food to buy. Initially bao and I left yuyue to guard the trolley alone in the carpark, but we walked the wrong way so we decided to just carry everything and go to the foodcourt together instead of pangseh-ing an already rather sad-looking yuyue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE FOODCOURT. got more fiasco heheh. We dumped all the shopping onto one large round table near the entrance and left bao sitting there to guard the stuff while yuyue and I dragged each other round and round the foodcourt trying to buy staple food. So we went to the nasi padang stall but they sold rice and mee siam for quite a high price, then bao was still entertaining koh on the phone and boss finally reached so we had one extra helper yay :) we couldn't get chicken rice or noodles or any sort of plain rice, so we tried our last shop where the nice boyboy sold us two big packs of yummy beehoon for ten bucks each. I think he was amused. +_+ then yuyue and I pangsehed boss at the noodle store and pangseh-ed bao who was by now stoning at the table full of groceries, cos we were super super super urgent so we went toilet. haha. Wah at last after we took the beehoon, mummy came to fetch four of us to the chalet, we checked in and met the juniors who had to walk while we enjoyed the comfort of VALTEO'S MOTHER EXPRESS all the way to the bungalow. Then just before I left to go home and get my things mum and I saw pris and daniel at the chalet next to ours coz coincidentally the 2 of them were having their CCA chalet, and uncle sunny was having his own class chalet, both on the same day and in the same area. Ohmytian so cool :D then the rest were like "wah valteo ah your whole family always go chalet one hor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2- BARBECUE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah part 1 so long ah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so when I reached the chalet in the evening it was abit late, didn't really eat much except for abit of beehoon, two sausages and five marshmallows. The three of us were mainly bbqing and still lamenting on how we really really really REALLY didn't want JC to come to us and neither did we want to go to JC, while the juniors were quite funny 'coz all of them- esther mengqing jiaqian yixin yingbao xiaohan and ginteng- were all squashed up on a not-very-long bench near the bbq pit. Then yuyue bao and I had a Scandals Galore time with boya yongzhu and boss, and the three of us were like being super kiasu and asking as much as we could (and confirming rumours) about jc stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha and ginteng was super kaypoh coz she went to ask daniel for his name when he was innocently passing by to say hello to me and uhhhhh +_+ ah teng i'm gonna hang you up on my fireplace, when I get one.&lt;br /&gt;CANOEING, MATH SOCIETY, STREET DANCE! :D&lt;br /&gt;which until now ginteng still believes (do you?!) boss boya and yongzhu are in....  +_+&lt;br /&gt;When koh and yixin came back they helped us ALOT with the fire because the j1s went in to play cards with bao (who almost won a set with boss if bobo's dad hadn't arrived NYEHHH). The fire was so stubborn and since after trying all sorts of crazy ways to start a nice roaring fire- lighting up dead leaves, tissue paper, satay sticks, MARSHMALLOWS- we just decided to explore with the microwave functions to cook the remaining chicken.&lt;br /&gt;AND BAO AND I ARE SMARTZ because we figured out how to use the instant cooking function on the microwave oven, and after fearing that the thing would explode (which didn't) and telling each other "if this thing explodes and I die, tell ..... ", we had very yummy prawn paste baked chicken! :D so yeah man kudos goes to ginteng for gobbling up most of our chicken, yingbao and jiaqian for helping to eat as much chicken as they could, ginteng xiaohan and yixin for their fire-starting ideas, koh for putting her hand at constant risk to light up the 10001 things like leaves and marshmallows, and the three older aunties for starting the bbq heehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After esther mengqing boya boss and zhu left, we decided to clear up while koh and yixin went to bathe... So we camwhored awhile by propping the camera up on a stack of chairs and using the 10sec timer, then started cleaning the whole place up. This is the FIRST chalet where I had to clean up alot of things and do the bbqing and stuff- mostly during the church youthcamps all the brave uncles would man the bbq and the aunties would come with nice catered food and orange sprite :D&lt;br /&gt;While washing the plates I realised...&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO BUY A FREAKING SPONGE.&lt;br /&gt;Which meant that jiaqian and I had to do the washing with our hands, some bits of plastic bag and mama lemon. But it was quite fun still 'coz jiaqian yuyue bao and I stayed in the kitchen for probably nearly an hour, just talking about irritating cousins and how we dealt with them etc. Okay I think it's quite mean but I suppose my entire network of close friends (i.e. those who visit my blog and/or are with me long enough to hear me complain and get frustrated with life) knows about the puny little pest of a cousin I have. Heehee then ginteng and yingbao came along so we camwhored some more! Pictures all on facebook 'coz I've no patience to load them all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3- HONEYMOON HEEHEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone went into their rooms to bathe, bao yuyue and I locked up all the doors, checked the meter and went to our rooms to hide and talk talk talk talk talk talk until 3am. During this period of time quite a number of events took place, like how yuyue kept hyperventilating about bao's _____ with people, and the EVIL CENTI/MILLIPEDE IN THE BATHROOM. Probably yuyue didn't even notice it 'coz she was too busy getting excited with what bao and I were shouting about in the room- categorizing people into three groups: people who shave habitually, people who shave only when they need to, and people who don't shave at all. This is gross ahaha but since there's three people in our room you can secretly and discreetly guess which of us belongs to which category :D  Then when bao was bathing yuyue and I started camwhoring when suddenly bao came out faster than expected.&lt;br /&gt;"There's a centipede in the toilet leh."&lt;br /&gt;Yuyue goes HUH I DIDNT NOTICE IT LEH and valteo COMPLETELY FREAKS OUT.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;"So I'm going to jiaqian's room to wash my legs okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh valteo go and bathe lah..............."&lt;br /&gt;And so for the next ten minutes or so the three of us were taking turns to pop our heads into the bathroom to check where the centipede was. It was so gross and hairy and crawling all over the wall of the shower area that I almost decided not to bathe. Until we decided to wash down the nasty thing down the drain by leaving the tap on for a very, very long time. (Long enough for yixin to ask us the next morning at BK why we had the tap on for so long)&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. Six long minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;"Okay to prove that there is no centipede there already, I'll go inside and wash my feet instead of going to jiaqian's."&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to bathe (and screamed alot to frighten the centipede / to reassure myself that there was NO centipede) :D BAO IS MY HERO.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night we were quite mean coz we didn't go for the ghost stories thing with the juniors :( but coz we had so much to talk about and it was stuff that we couldn't exactly discuss properly on msn or on the phone, so we stayed munching on yuyue's oregon chips for the next few hours. Until we got so tired we all collapsed on the bed in very awkward positions at about 3am. I think koh and ginteng came to call us out (I vaguely heard their voices) but they saw asleep so they went off :D&lt;br /&gt;AND WE DECIDED TO BE LAZY AND NOT SEE THE SUNRISE THE NEXT MORNING. no one did, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4- R21!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next morning we were so sleepy but got up to count and collect money instead. I love bao for being so organized and responsible with the money and yuyue with the meter and the crockery :)&lt;br /&gt;Koh and yixin came in to talk about the bball session they went to the previous afternoon, while bao yuyue and I simply stared transfixed 'coz they were like a tv show haha! The five of us ended up having an extremely R21 discussion, the details of which I shall not (and never) mention here heeheeheehee JUNIORS WHO ARE SEC TWO AND BELOW HA HA YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO COMPREHEND THE MATTERS OF THE OLD ONES. It was pretty funny and uh....... &lt;em&gt;insightful&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Checking out was quite disastrous 'coz they couldn't find a plate, because someone apparently had placed the plate on top of the fridge so we went hunting high and low for it until the checking out lady found it on the fridge and we were like OHHHHHHHH MANNNNNNNNNNN.  Then the juniors had breakfast at Macs while we had ours at BK (coz I'm still sorta abstaining from anything Macs except mcflurrys, and the other two wanted to try the sandwiches). After breakfast I went to buy soyabean ice cream yummy yummy and we talked with the juniors for awhile, took group photo and then mummy fetched us home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279309780110544578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgRia8DsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kVMeVhU11cc/s320/Photo1961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOSSES :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgRfPyedI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rlfxBUMVWAw/s1600-h/Photo1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279309779258472914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgRfPyedI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rlfxBUMVWAw/s320/Photo1931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my men in white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgRGcFF1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9zBl7RX1WPs/s1600-h/Photo1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279309772599138130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgRGcFF1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9zBl7RX1WPs/s320/Photo1926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; perv parade :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgQuQBJGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EqGxJlIMTd0/s1600-h/Photo1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279309766106096738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgQuQBJGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EqGxJlIMTd0/s320/Photo1919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ACT cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgQGotipI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Pxd7rNTkk58/s1600-h/Photo1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279309755472251538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgQGotipI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Pxd7rNTkk58/s320/Photo1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO COOOOOOOOL! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rest of the photos (all 53 of them) are in my facebook account! Go see go see! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so all in all chuiguan chalet was super funtabulous lah, probably the most fun chalet I've ever been to. LOVEEEEEEEE the secret sharing and the fire starting attempts and the camwhoring and the worrying over JC and hearing ginteng's constant noise etc etc etc! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You guys make my life so much more fun and exciting &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4391149353678321945?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4391149353678321945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4391149353678321945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4391149353678321945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4391149353678321945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/12/chuiguan-chalet.html' title='CHUIGUAN CHALET!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SUPgRia8DsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kVMeVhU11cc/s72-c/Photo1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5270046509614874199</id><published>2008-12-08T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:19:12.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slam!</title><content type='html'>just slammed the door at a couple of passing people coz they were being downright arses about my dog.&lt;br /&gt;okay I didn't slam it &lt;em&gt;at &lt;/em&gt;them, but I slammed it after they left.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they were too excited or something to bother.&lt;br /&gt;and I hope there weren't any adults around... i don't think there were...&lt;br /&gt;oh shoots oh shoots oh shoots.&lt;br /&gt;shoots I shouldn't have lost my temper like that :/&lt;br /&gt;HELLO YOU HAVE TO STOP FLINGING / THROWING / SLAMMING THINGS WHEN YOU ARE PISSED. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay chalet tomorrow, oh yay piano exam this thursday..... +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may need to buy a punching bag at that sports sale soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5270046509614874199?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5270046509614874199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5270046509614874199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5270046509614874199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5270046509614874199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/12/slam.html' title='slam!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3120808362036086852</id><published>2008-12-03T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:17:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so cabbit it shall be!</title><content type='html'>am extremely entertained by my fellow pervy friends yuyue and bao. And my junior who's seriosuly driving yuyue and I nuts on msn over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rui en's latest album&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. +_= ginteng remember our conditions ah. less than $10 den we buy for you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY i am back from jakarta! :) it was super fun. hmhmms it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to pig out in the plane and play alot alot of those old nintendo games on the cool tv, reached the airport at only about 6 plus and it was already so dark there! then we went to meet daddy's friend who brought us for a super yummy dinner at a Chinese restaurant AND THAT IS WHERE I (unregrettably) TRIED MY FIRST PIGEON SOUP. then went back to the hotel which was extremely far away. Seriously everything there seems to be at least 45min's drive away, no matter how near the driver makes it sound. love the hotel's tv though coz it's flat screen and has loads and loads of channels :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced to wake up at 6am just to take a bath, came out freezing like mad all the way until I got to eat something hot during breakfast. The buffet was quite okay compared to other places but the eggs and bacon are heaven :) hitched a ride to settle some stuff with daddy, finished about nine mega word searches and camwhored and watched random goats walking around etc. After that was totally extreme shopping at the mega mall, it's actually made up of three malls that are about the size of TM but its seriously too huge to cover in one day. Ajisen there is unbelievably cheap so we ate super alot so we could shop but not drop :) bought a couple of clothes and Twilight (ohhhh edward!! *swooooons*) and a huge andrew lloyd webber CD collection :D dad and i raided the CD store, seriously. while mum stoned on a bed on display nearby heehee. after that we went for a little uhh spa which was really nice but abit awkward, then ordered in room service for the fun of it (and partly cos we're hungry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day threee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extreme shopping AGAIN because it was the last day, we left super early to go to the shopping center nearby so we managed to get some gourmet and banana gang presents :) plus mum and i bought so many shoes and clothes and I bought my Metagross and Flygon and Salamence and Garchomp little pokemon figurines so I have the complete pseudo-legend set of figurines except for tyranitar. Dang where is it where is it! A&amp;amp;W there's pretty good too mainly because of the price and the yummy root bear ice cream float. The power of ice cream. I hate root beer but love it when there's ice cream inside! :) after that we had to hurry up pack up and check out and get to the airport which was a pretty long drive away as usual. Quite sad lah coz it's kind of a nice place even though some stuff there seems abit chaotic. LIKE THE ROADS AND HOUSES AND BUSES. I totally love mrt and bus and hdb flats and uhhhhh erp? no lah maybe not. But still its good to be home :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA but then we were really suaku 'coz mum and I hardly go to the duty-free shops at the arrival and departure area, so when we touched down we went straight to camwhore and do abit of window shopping at the duty-free area. In fact we took so long that the airport people already helped us remove our luggage from the conveyor belt and lined them up in a row nearby heehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION: I LOVE EXTREME OVERSEAS SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND today leng and I went to the kopitiam near my place and her place to have lunch! (: i love living near bestfriend heheh like yiying leng and baofang who are all at least a very short bus ride away! I got so hooked on Twilight at the macs nearby while waiting for leng to reach the kopitiam so I ended up being late instead :/ so we just talked and talked and talked (and had to give directions to a very weird old woman) for about two and a half hours! yay. Eh leng we must catch up like that more often with the rest also :) have fun at KL you! BUY SOMETHING FOR THE BANANAS OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waha and yes I am still extremely entertained by yuyue who remains the sole survivor left on msn.... the other two have gone offline to sleep!  and btw vivian I shall do your quiz later, like maybe tomorrow or Friday I think! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY DAVID COOK&lt;br /&gt;YAY EDWARD CULLEN&lt;br /&gt;YAY BAO AND YUYUE&lt;br /&gt;YAY BECAUSE THERE ARE NOW THREE SHENGSUO PEOPLE FANTASIZING OVER TWILIGHT............................................... +_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3120808362036086852?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3120808362036086852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3120808362036086852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3120808362036086852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3120808362036086852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-cabbit-it-shall-be.html' title='so cabbit it shall be!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4804418584800342891</id><published>2008-11-27T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:26:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>hooray due to a very nice last minute not-so-surprising surprise from daddy, mum dad and I'll be in jakarta from tomorrow till Sunday evening!&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;So it's actually meant to be a short business trip for my dad, but now mum and I are going along we'll go to the workplace there and then after go extreme SHAWPPEEEEEENG! I hope I don't put on too much weight or I'll come back depressed :/ don't know if we're bringing the vaio along but if we do then I'll probably blog from the hotel coz there's internet connection there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how suaku my mum and I are at travelling, because we're not the rich sort who get to fly here and there and everywhere like once or twice a year every year, we get so excited we can't sleep and start packing extremely early even though it's just a 3day 2 night holiday cum business trip. BUT WHO CARES it'll be fun! get a break from piano on saturday which is good in a way but bad too : (  can't wait though, less than 24 hours to go! wootz! Oh I'm supposed to ship a few bulls and cows back for baomeili and buy gourmet things and banana gang presents too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly my tagboard has once again come alive! So i'll reply tags here it's easier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;valsoh&lt;/span&gt;: yes we are we are we are going bowling on the 12th, after the big thing's over! stay gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ginteng&lt;/span&gt;: okay okay we go bowling too! After your qian hu fish farm excursion heh heh. EH AND DONCH LAUGH AT MOOSES coz mooses are nice and chio and gay! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;jiemei&lt;/span&gt;: wah you tag so many times heehee! broccoli's the most heavenly vegetable on earth because it looks like bushes but tastes good!!!! and yeah at the looks of it I think xiaohan &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;kill you because it seems to me that someone managed to convince everyone that she's a bimbo! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xiaohan: HELLO BIMBO THANKS FOR VISITING BIMBO :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4804418584800342891?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4804418584800342891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4804418584800342891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4804418584800342891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4804418584800342891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8432274011165487522</id><published>2008-11-22T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:07:45.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love broccoli</title><content type='html'>I LOVE BROCCOLI SUCH NICE STUFF (that ppl like boat don't know how to appreciate) BROCCOLI IS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I suppose I am just being extremely random because I couldn't wait to try out the new vaio which is outrageously pink, from the whole laptop to the mouse and the bag, and is now happily sitting down in my room while a terrible thunderstorm has just ended and the whole sky is like ORANGE zomg hooray :) ahh well this laptop isn't exactly &lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;mine, cause mummy used some $ which all teachers get at the end of the year to buy it, because uhh "val ah, you keep hogging the computer. HOW are all 3 of us supposed to surf the net at the same time?" hey but then again since both parents have their own laptops from work that means IT IS SORT OF MINE :D sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. I need to remove the nail polish from FAM. Almost all of it is cracking and peeling away to reveal ten somewhat long and revoltingly filthy black black fingernails. Oh gosh I'm so random.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8432274011165487522?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8432274011165487522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8432274011165487522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8432274011165487522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8432274011165487522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-broccoli.html' title='i love broccoli'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3085236341373922298</id><published>2008-11-21T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:55:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>startup.</title><content type='html'>OH NO MY DEAR SWEET BLOG I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU FOR DAYS&lt;br /&gt;*sweeps thick layers of dust*&lt;br /&gt;ah okays I shall reply tags first? XIAOHAN; sorry sorry haha i shall go blog about CO-related stuff which WILL include farewell. one day lah. wait and see. it'll pop out someday in the very very near future :) HIL; hello eheheh if you're reading this congratz As are over! :) but i don't have guitar hero. shall wait till i get rich. LENG; yes you banana since Os are over then you are supposed to come over with the rest of the bananas to play Wii and do crazy stuff and sleepover (if your mum allows)! :) annnnnnd TO ELIZABOAT TAN HAHA HELLO I MISS YOU TOO BUT I'LL SEE YOU ON SUNDAY SO YOU WON'T HAVE TO BE SO LONELY UNTIL YOU HAD TO BE THE CHURCH USHER HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now that's done..............&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL DO A QUIZ.&lt;br /&gt;quite a long one, from xiaohan's blog. yay. actually I thought it was pretty interesting when i saw it last week but I was so busy I forgot to do it :X so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[X]Talked back to a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got so pissed cos _ _ _ was mean about _ _ _ h &lt;strike&gt;so I sort of shouted and threw my files and some ripped paper down the staircase&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Been kicked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because I forgot to do my geog homework in sec1 but alot of people got kicked out ANYWAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Worn pyjamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Had your tooth fall out at school.&lt;br /&gt;[X]Gotten lost in your school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh oh oh everytime i go to ri or rj i always get lost :X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Broken the dress code in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every single time &gt;: D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Completely failed a test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;freaking disgusting MATHEMATICS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Left class without asking.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Missed a whole week of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which makes you enjoy having very serious laosai :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Thrown up in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Sec 2 we went for lunch with shengsuo people and because it unfortunately was the day where jiaqian and I came up with so many strange nicknames for everyone I laughed too hard and sort of skipped all the way back frm the bus stop back to school with jiaqian esther and chewlin so when I got back and blowed the zhongsuo I threw up alot of tomato pasta sauce in the toilet :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Been beat up at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got pinched in kindergarten lor...... over a hawaiian hula dancing keychain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[X] Argue with your parents a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friendly arguments with dad over superband, VERY SCARY LOSING ONES with mum over some of the most trivial things on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Argue with your brother(s) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Argue with your sister(s) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish i had an older sibling : (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Have your own room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do your own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cook dinner once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Are loud and obnoxious at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I am the chio-est person at home. And I sing so loudly in the bathroom and scream so much during american idol reruns that mum comes up thinking that i've just seen a bee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Wear pajamas when you are not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is valsoh surprised that I still wear those long long pyjamas?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You sleep in very long.&lt;br /&gt;[X] All you do is watch television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zomg american idol superband i survived a japanese gameshow dont forget the lyrics ellen degeneres etc etc CABLE TEEVEE :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Your family makes you cry alot.&lt;br /&gt;[X] One or both of your grandparents live with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahma comes over to watch tv and cook in the day :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cant stand being with your parents (thats absurd my parents are so darn fun lor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[X]You currently dislike one or more of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You are jealous of one or more of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valsoh, Dorcas, Willette- I AM JEALOUS OF YOU THREE GOURMETS because you guys are immensely smart, surely-4.0gpa-for-maths, and MOST OF ALL BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO FREAKING SKINNY. but i love you guys anyway :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am jealous of any friend of mine who is skinnier than me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have known a friend your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;elizabeth and abel lolz since we were in mummy's tummys lor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your friends are all taller than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am taller than willette dorcas bao yuyue and alot of my juniors ESPECIALLY the sec ones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have been ditched by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the friend came back :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have memorized a friend's phone number.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have lost/forgotten a friend's phone number.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You love most of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[X] You bite your nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until I got my FAM manicure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have an odd obsession with knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes to cut the fats away okay no just kidding I use knives to break the stupid plastic on brand new CDs that i'm dying to listen to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You cannot sleep with the door open.&lt;br /&gt;[X] There is at least one sound you cannot stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sound of my youngest cousin talking. and when you like rub a fork against a hard surface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You write stories about madcannibalistic serial killers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are good at telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[X] You currently like someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;david cook and _______ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You want to kill one of your exes.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You can stay committed for an unusually long time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you self-centered before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know enough to like or dislike him but I think he is quite cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gay marriage is fine by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONLY if it's a gay marriage between VALSOH MOOSE AND OCTEO MOOSE (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boys/girls make better friends than girls/guys do.&lt;br /&gt;[X] The beach is an excellent place for a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to swim in the sea with my future boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is an ugly color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Needles aren't so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have plenty of secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[X] Fallen up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many many times at home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Someone has tied your shoelaces together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people as old as waiian and ziyi and people as (not so) young as my juniors do that alot &gt;: [&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Had a nail fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FALL OFF? It was RIPPED apart by the monorail door in sentosa but that was cos i put my finger there when I was like 4?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would want one to remove the fats in my legs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Slapped someone across the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes my cousin and I used to slap each other across the face for fun. DON'T DENY YOU DON'T REMEMBER AH DAWN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Killed someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has called you a tease.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like HELLO do I even look rich?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have worn something inside out for a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SELF&lt;br /&gt;[1] Name: Valteo.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Nickname: obviously....... if you don't know this, you haven't been on msn OR haven't seen my blog url properly.&lt;br /&gt;[3] Married: TO YUNLENG! AND A (GHEY) MARRIAGE TO VALSOH! AND A SEC TWO MARRIAGE TO WILLETEWEE!&lt;br /&gt;[4] Zodiac Sign: Leo. roar.&lt;br /&gt;[5] Age: I have gotten old enough to feel that my age should be a secret.&lt;br /&gt;[6] High School: RGS&lt;br /&gt;[7] Senior High School: RJ.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Height: 163cm&lt;br /&gt;[9] Weight: Fatter than you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;[10] Do you like yourself: Yes I love everything about myself and am very ego, except about my weight which is the only thing that un-egos me in a very dangerous way ^^&lt;br /&gt;[11] Piecings: NEVER&lt;br /&gt;[12] Right or Left: CENTER!&lt;br /&gt;[13] Are you a freak: Maybe.........&lt;br /&gt;[14] Hair: Jet black :) HARRY POTTER TOO OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;[15] Skin: Darker than vic and yuyue who I think both REFLECT sunlight, but lighter than people who get burnt quite regularly like elizaboat :D AND NATURALLY LIGHTER THAN VALSOH&lt;br /&gt;[16] Allergic: pollen and smoke and food colouring.&lt;br /&gt;[17] What are you doing now: Typing lah obviously&lt;br /&gt;[18] What will you do 1 hour later: I'll be upstairs in bed watching House MD and doing music theory at the same time gosh I am naughty :)&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 10 years later: Get married and go to Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;[1] Live with mother/father/parents: Everyone lah.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Siblings: NONE because I begged my parents not to have any younger siblings after a recurring nightmare when I was like four.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LOVE MY DOG AND AHMA SO I'M NEVER ALONE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;[1] Are you a good student: Don't know. Depends. If your good is defined by mathematical ability (which I strongly believe some people really do it that way) then I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;[2] You always done your homework/assignments: MOSTLY apart from those feeble attempts!&lt;br /&gt;[3] The teacher/tutor you love most: HUH? okay let's just say that mrs haugen is da bomb :) OH YES MY MATH TUTOR WHO IS LIKE NOT VERY YOUNG BUT NOT VERY OLD HOR IF YOU ARE READING THIS HELLO I HOPE YOU DID WELL FOR YOUR BIO AND BY THE WAY THANKS FOR HELPING MY UN-FAIL MY MATH TIME AND AGAIN AND WHEN CAN WE START TUITION AGAIN? :D&lt;br /&gt;[4] Always late to school/college: If not for the school bus I'd be fashionably on time / late&lt;br /&gt;[5] You love your seniors: OH MY TIAN *glances sideways and all around* YES I DO YOU OLD AND DUST-CAKED CHUIGUAN AUNTIES who are surprisingly good at doing makeup EXCEPT ahem boss. :D&lt;br /&gt;[6] Senior who you love the most: HEY what kind of qtn is this I AM IMPARTIAL EVERYONE IS LOVE and even if i weren't I won't tell who right :)&lt;br /&gt;[7] Your classmates good/bad: GOOD :)&lt;br /&gt;[8] Excellent result classmate: *stares at yuyun the genius* 4.0 OVERALL FOR SEC FOUR that is really something okay!&lt;br /&gt;[9] Laziest classmate: waha NO COMMENTZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FINISHED.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh House is starting shall go upstairs brush teeth wear pjs do music theory switch on air con watch tv I LOVE MULTITASKING :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3085236341373922298?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3085236341373922298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3085236341373922298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3085236341373922298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3085236341373922298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/11/startup.html' title='startup.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6461632777717086569</id><published>2008-11-08T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:43:54.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smackdown.</title><content type='html'>OUCH MY HANDS HURT.&lt;br /&gt;it's a long but not very long story, but we'll get there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had piano until uhhh overtime, then at about 1245pm mum and daddy were like sending frantic hurry-up-we're-already-downstairs smses and calls so I rushed down and we went to Wheelock to have lunch at sun with moon. Totally love that place. It has the best japanese food we've ever tried among all the jap restaurants here, and it's not exactly super expensive as long as you choose food that's cheaper. but all the food's nice no matter the cost :D mummy was pleasantly surprised that there were vacancies today 'coz normally when we try we usually call in to reserve too late and end up with no seats :X  I LOVE (good) JAP FOOD YAY :) And and and we got to sit in this little private corner with magazines and cushions on the wooden benches against the wall so we could talk very loudly and no one would really hear us. So we stayed there for about close to one and a half hours? forgot the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to cineleisure to see the WWE roadshow at the basement! Our family's sort of into WWE, especially daddy, so we bought the Wii version... and besides the free tshirt and poster that came along with it, Mummy was actually so darn lucky she won A HUGE WWE SMACKDOWN vs RAW CARDBOARD THINGY WITH THOSE TWO BIG HUGE WRESTLERS ON IT. Then she was like "eh what do we need something so big with two big men there for ah?" so we exchanged it for another free wwe shirt and another poster! LUCK OF THE DRAW :D&lt;br /&gt;after that we sort of took our time to walk and look see look see at paragon, bought a couple of stuff for FAM and gifts for family friends too and they were selling these huge realistic stuffed dogs (which shed so much more fur than my own dog). LIVE DOGS ARE BETTER. At least phoebe responds to almost anything, especially food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHY DOES MY HAND HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz I was teaching daddy how to play WWE and we sort of lost our first match 'coz we didn't know any of the controls. So after reading the manual (which daddy refused to read due to his lao3 hua1 yan3) I had to teach daddy how to use all the controls. Basically the whole thing's about swinging the remote at the right time and doing cool stunts. After about half an hour dad and I both won two normal matches and one crazy hell in a cell round against chris jericho ZOMG ouch my poor fingers MY POOR FINGERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was cool. haha. wii promotes family bonding manzzzzzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;(especially if your mom is half talking on the phone and half wincing everytime we get punched throughout the whole match)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if eli and yiying have bought their prom dresses &gt;:D shall see tomorrow eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6461632777717086569?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6461632777717086569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6461632777717086569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6461632777717086569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6461632777717086569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/11/smackdown.html' title='smackdown.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8585417455603654161</id><published>2008-11-07T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:13:16.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get my drift?</title><content type='html'>dang. I'm supposed to be asleep by now.&lt;br /&gt;you'll have absolutely NO idea of how difficult it is to drag your butt up to bed, no matter how tired you are. Unless you've been in rg for uh........ four years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been &lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the blazes do I keep this blog anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Three simple reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) VENTILATION from all sorts of frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;2) PUNCHING BAG&lt;br /&gt;3) OUTLET FOR HIGHNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm I don't think I'm exactly a very reflective sort of person. Maybe not on a public blog, but someday, if I get an lj I'll friendlock it and post the real juice all up there. Not that I'm two-faced or anything, but hiding stuff's still better than putting it all out for the entire world to see. And that's how utterly stupid I've been. How I was under a blissful impression that blogs are just like those battered old journals with the key-holes that are sitting in my room- &lt;em&gt;secret. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dreadfully wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmhmm. Carried on foolishly for a while, then learnt it the hard way. Now it seems so surreal, as if it all were just a sort of blurred image in my mind that just forces its way into existence because it has nothing better to do. +_= Now you see it, now you don't. That's probably the whole reason why my posts have been changing alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you choose not to remember it, it all just comes back and fills your brain with things you really don't want to see no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8585417455603654161?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8585417455603654161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8585417455603654161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8585417455603654161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8585417455603654161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-my-drift.html' title='get my drift?'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7778456911785338087</id><published>2008-11-05T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:28:33.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, farewell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDwnGkt8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/6mrZwRuuoUY/s1600-h/Photo1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204679270512578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDwnGkt8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/6mrZwRuuoUY/s320/Photo1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fourohoneoheight is the love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goodness. It doesn't seem like such a long time since I created my blog for the sole purpose of griping about extremely trivial things in sec one. (: So my tagboard's been the same all these years, never really changed the profile either (althought a bit of minor tweaking to the wishlist and likes etc was done), but I suppose the content has really changed over the years from sec one to sec four! This good ol' blog here's been a sort of a rather strange (and not regularly updated) web version of &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Octeo's Life&lt;/em&gt; and uh yeah the content really HAS changed. &lt;strike&gt;you hide more things when you get older.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOURONE/threeeeone! The most fun i've ever had with a class, seriously. From buying food up to havoc math lessons last year, having the i-suck-at-math club, going crazy over OBS watches and having very serious OBS withdrawals *nasty grin at seetoh &amp;amp; tongggg*, staying up late (like VERY LATE), printing more than 100 pages of Lit PT &lt;em&gt;AND GETTING SUPERB MARKS AS A REIMBURSEMENT FOR MY POOR PRINTER AND HIS INK, &lt;/em&gt;wreaking havoc at PE, officially starting Gourmet, staying up even later, settling class tees and class vid and thousands of class parties, doing last minute stuff (like RHD) and still pwning, learning Bohemian Rhapsody, vandalizing the chalkboard with love messages, GOING HIGH OVER COOKIE WITH ZEEBEE AND NEHNEH AND HUTCHINSON AND TAN AND SOH, random lunches, perpetual hungry-ness and camwhoring on the last day of school! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;totally love 401. to the max. This pretty much sums up what I feel.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still would like to believe i'm going to RJC rather than R(I)JC........................... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loved rgco farewell too. But that'll be in a separate post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love GOURMET! But that'll be in ANOTHER separate post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fourohoneone, fourohfourohone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDxuFkg4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3sduFDrM-ng/s1600-h/triple+val!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204698325222274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDxuFkg4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3sduFDrM-ng/s320/triple+val!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;triple vals! valtan valsoh valteo- the SHINGLE VALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDxU1hQGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KAkyvZbYIQs/s1600-h/Photo1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204691547013218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDxU1hQGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KAkyvZbYIQs/s320/Photo1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i'll miss those crazy people (and a whole lot more crazy people who weren't around to camwhore with us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDxK4FbCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/akOCZfElmjs/s1600-h/me+and+jieying!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204688873417762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDxK4FbCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/akOCZfElmjs/s320/me+and+jieying!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vchairs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDw2BCVCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zSTP1b-NlCI/s1600-h/on+stage!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204683273819170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDw2BCVCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zSTP1b-NlCI/s320/on+stage!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BISMILLAH NO WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO LET ME GO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7778456911785338087?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7778456911785338087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7778456911785338087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7778456911785338087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7778456911785338087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-long-farewell.html' title='so long, farewell!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SRHDwnGkt8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/6mrZwRuuoUY/s72-c/Photo1375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-9042395738334985158</id><published>2008-11-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:55:13.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>i shall blog about farewell tomorrow. HAVE TO SLEEP REEEEEEEAAAAAAL EARLY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottome line = past year FAM photos make me feel like i'm being stuffed into a pressure cooker as the fam days draw nearer. OH GARN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-9042395738334985158?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/9042395738334985158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=9042395738334985158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/9042395738334985158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/9042395738334985158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5445718070380158682</id><published>2008-10-30T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:04:36.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every calorie's a war</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just for a body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;any body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as it's a good body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it's because i'm not trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not trying hard enough perhaps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a matter of being able to do stuff normally or not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shouldnt even be comparing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you try, and try, and try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why doesn't it seem to work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the biggest try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it doesn't work, then what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;condemned to be fat for the rest of my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or perhaps not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we shall just see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ima gonna show you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gonna show you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gonna show everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gonna show the universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that cellulite doesn't own me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it's not about to control me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or ruin my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will own it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell was really good. thanks guys. will blog more about it tomorrow when im in the mood. but not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5445718070380158682?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5445718070380158682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5445718070380158682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5445718070380158682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5445718070380158682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/every-calories-war.html' title='every calorie&apos;s a war'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1213247158264302696</id><published>2008-10-28T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:57:56.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word nerd cookie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SQcJrH3u8tI/AAAAAAAAANg/MBRNPf4xndY/s1600-h/David+cook+won!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262185326057550546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SQcJrH3u8tI/AAAAAAAAANg/MBRNPf4xndY/s320/David+cook+won!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EUPHORIA. taken by elainehnehh and drawn by ziyi and i who are both 401's COOKIES :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to erase it off a few hours later because of SPM though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262185330313419122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SQcJrXuaWXI/AAAAAAAAANo/3Ei2CSyfkPY/s320/Photo0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt; valtan valsoh valteo elaine zeebee and kim &lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT'S WITH VALTAN AND HER BEATLES!??!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q166/xrayz75/DC-AI-EP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out on 17 nov right here in &lt;strong&gt;singapore&lt;/strong&gt;, dudes. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just found out on the official site so I am secretly dancing around the house like those dancing mops and teacups in beauty and the beast woohoo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SQcJrdP_sfI/AAAAAAAAANw/vT2vwiXLiO0/s1600-h/Ziyi+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262185331796455922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SQcJrdP_sfI/AAAAAAAAANw/vT2vwiXLiO0/s320/Ziyi+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHICH MAKES TWO (EXTREMELY) HAPPY DAVIDCOOK + XIAOJINGTENG + SPENCER + RGCO CHUIDA + OBS SAME WATCH + SAME CLASS PEOPLE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay no that photo's seriously outdated and overused B) so at that time we didn't exactly know about cute little spencer nor super proded xiaojingteng and definitely not cookie YET. YAY FOR NOT KNOWING SO MANY THINGS IN OUR SEC THREE LIFE! YAY FOR THE THINGS WE &lt;em&gt;~lubbx sh0 muChiieS w0rrsxz&lt;/em&gt;*~ WHEN WE ALL GO TO SEC FOUR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY because in a few days time we won't be sec fours anymore. YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1213247158264302696?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1213247158264302696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1213247158264302696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1213247158264302696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1213247158264302696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/word-nerd-cookie.html' title='word nerd cookie!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SQcJrH3u8tI/AAAAAAAAANg/MBRNPf4xndY/s72-c/David+cook+won!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6723731587597970583</id><published>2008-10-27T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:52:21.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy.</title><content type='html'>WENT OUT WITH DEE AND VALSOH ON SATURDAY :DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;after not seeing dee since sectwo of course it was pretty exciting! We had a fun time looking for each other all around lido, eating at mos and well shopping and just walking around at wheelock and wisma :) I still seriously think dee has grown even taller despite her claims of growing only zero point something cm because now she's towering over moose and I. Mooses aren't exactly very tall anyway! So after spending a simple afternoon with two simply innocent/ innocently simple mooses, dee is no longer befuddled by our Willette Syndrome code names and now she has a code name too! Too bad we couldn't stay out longer 'coz we'd probably have lots and lots more fun. Oh well. There's always december, and that isn't a very long wait! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho at last every single FAM stuff is settled! :) went on a one-and-half-day shopping spree with mummy yesterday and today to shop! (because daddy's overseas now eheh) &lt;br /&gt;UM.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're skinny don't try buying stuff from those individual dress shops at vivo or actually anywhere else, because you'll leave the shops feeling extremely fat and disgusted with yourself for actually thinking you could fit into a party dress.&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;After trying on a couple of superb dresses at tangs we decided that we should get this super super super nice golden one but they didn't have my size at that branch so we went off grumbling for I think the rest of the night, even right before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had more luck 'coz we managed to buy &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;wonderful dress and couple of accessories to match it, and shoes, all at orchard even though I'm getting rather sick of that place after going there for about 5 times a week every week?!?!?!?! We had lunch at this small little japanese seafood grill stall that sells all sorts of um grilled seafood as the name implies. I LOVE SALMON &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i don't eat any other type of fish because they all have nasty disgusting BONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. So mom got some clothes and bling she wanted, and I got my FAM stuff, so we both braved the rain back to the ulu malu parking place by sheltering ourselves with feeble paper plastic bags BUT feeling extremely satisfied because RETAIL THERAPY REALLY WORKS OUT WHEN YOU ACTUALLY BUY SOMETHING. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW AHEM AHEM AHEM AHEM in a dress in last year's fam photo so I WIN AT LIFE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawsh I hope it all works out. I hope it doesn't go down the drain 'coz if it does then there isn't any other way. no other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6723731587597970583?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6723731587597970583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6723731587597970583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6723731587597970583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6723731587597970583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7991269078102403576</id><published>2008-10-20T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:55:20.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the sun.</title><content type='html'>TOTALLY SHACKED from the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's higher chinese prelim was, i suspect, set to kill us. Seriously. It was so freaking hard and to top it all off the fan kept blasting around at the back of the hall, leaving the bunch of us 401 and some 403 people to freeze like fish in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I study for chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in primary school, it was so &lt;em&gt;studyable, &lt;/em&gt;you could memorize chunks of wonderful phrases from model composition books and still get close to full marks for your compo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think chinese made my memory alot better than it would've been if I'd just taken only english or something. I memorised everything, from zao ju to wan cheng ju zi to compo phrases and ways to answer compre questions. It's weird how chinese and english used to be exact opposites, you didn't have to study english at all and still do considerably well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEKS alright so I confess that I only started liking chinese because of my primary one and primary five/six chinese teachers. Shouldn't be using teachers as excuses, BUT it does make a world of difference when you get a good teacher..... how else did I learn chinese and han yu pin yin in like three months? :D I was chinese-illiterate until primary one when I was saved man. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly this octEopus has very strange and rather negative connations to Chinese. Boring lessons. Teacher whipping out long wooden ruler (i got two hard slaps by my teacher during HAO3 GONG1 MIN2 lesson in pri2 for fixing my mechanical pencil during lesson...). Getting punished in kindergarten because I couldn't read chi and han yu pin yin all the time. Never getting full marks for ting xie. i was that desperate to get a sticker from this teacher I really, really, really, really, really, really liked. B) &lt;br /&gt;SINGING THOSE LITTLE CHILDREN CHINESE KARAOKE SONGS WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING WHAT THE BLAZES I WAS SINGING!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and because mummy let me learn dang1 wo3 men2 zai4 yi1 qi3 (the more we get together) in K1 or something, every day after singing the english songs for like two hours i'd obediently go and sing the chinese ones too. Then I listen to how the little kids in the karaoke vids (who don't have the best pronounciation in the world) pronounce the words and just follow. BUT THAT WAS CUTE :D I learnt alot of chinese songs that way and it works. Except that I pronounced hua as WA for about three years &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL DO MY higher CHINESE PROPERLY FOR THE SAKE OF MY CHINESE SONGS :)&lt;br /&gt;for superband and for panweibo and for 5566 and for mayday and for xiaojingteng and for caoge and for JJ milubing leehom nanquanmama SHE luozhixiang sunyanzi wukequn FIR y2J yoga etc etc etc! *puts on a very wide angelic smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: hua yu still cool. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7991269078102403576?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7991269078102403576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7991269078102403576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7991269078102403576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7991269078102403576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-in-sun.html' title='a day in the sun.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6467446185276618563</id><published>2008-10-16T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:07:25.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'm a believer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'SUP YALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I'm feeling rather random and extremely tired and dizzy because of all the blowing and sneezing and snotting like a hippo on drugs due to a terrible horrible and vegetable irritating sinus problem which prevented me from doing anything else besides sleeping and feeling gross for three hours in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking through all my heaps and mountains of photos I just realised how I'd probably die without friends. Seriously. So a couple of photos for fun and laughter peace and joy AND FOR THE LOVE OF FRIENDS &lt;33333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doing higher chinese compres back to back sure make people feel angelic and in love with the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, photos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdED6iuzLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/67m6yZNasi0/s1600-h/Photo1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257745924023569586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdED6iuzLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/67m6yZNasi0/s320/Photo1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my moose and I camwhoring at the geog options fieldtrip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdEEnSuqeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xrs3T_PzlLc/s1600-h/Photo1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257745936036047330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdEEnSuqeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xrs3T_PzlLc/s320/Photo1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jieying and i! :) while (watching becca and valsoh) editing the coolz chionged class vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdEE9cfCfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lVb9rB27Pgw/s1600-h/Photo1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257745941982546418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdEE9cfCfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lVb9rB27Pgw/s320/Photo1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at Superband SF3! :) waiting for moose to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdEFc_iqzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZllOZec2Ivg/s1600-h/Photo1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257745950451084082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdEFc_iqzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZllOZec2Ivg/s320/Photo1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the moose in the carpark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257746858970925970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdE6VfjS5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bz6fe7nw-6g/s320/Photo1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;WE ARE COOL DUDES PEACE OUT YO. moose has this on her blog but nevermind I &lt;3 this picture 'coz it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257746862757048290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdE6jmO7-I/AAAAAAAAANA/OIpNBtHRSLs/s320/Photo1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dfc boards the FC made are probably twice as big as our homemade ones and ten times nicer. Which is why moose and I scrambled to the front seats to sit down so we could kope some banners. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257746867759279154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdE62O27DI/AAAAAAAAANI/7O6EKG7GdHk/s320/Photo1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my imitation is better cos my mouth OPENS in a nicer way waha moose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257746874044747762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdE7Npbj_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Nm4RddwUues/s320/Photo1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh oh oh this one really does look like mr hideaki! but being nice and generous people we decided to pass this banner to the people behind us who badly wanted this banner :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257746882634065266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdE7tpSJXI/AAAAAAAAANY/0ep8fXvdmOc/s320/Photo1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;RANDOM PHOTO! SAN YUE (who are extremely pro too) ! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MOOSE &amp;amp; MOOSE = the &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;paparzzi ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and until yesterday I never knew my juniors (besides yixin) read my blog! HELLO PEOPLE THANKS FOR VISITING and heyheyhey too to kernchoong, penny, and the mysterious &lt;em&gt;Anon &lt;/em&gt;who is actually ashley the bagua! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Back to mugging for the HCL prelim on sat. Why am I even studying for it when the only thing you can study for is the ying yong wens?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6467446185276618563?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6467446185276618563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6467446185276618563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6467446185276618563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6467446185276618563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-im-believer.html' title='and i&apos;m a believer!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SPdED6iuzLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/67m6yZNasi0/s72-c/Photo1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-2813921878349292274</id><published>2008-10-11T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:54:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLB! :)</title><content type='html'>am feeling extremely uhuhum contented and happy at this very moment now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the past few days have been rather boring and extremely monotonous it gets alot easier to get upset and irritable. BUT today was so much funfunfunfun because of netcarn and cheersquad and MLB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our class didn't exactly win anything or got any position for net carn this year, at least &lt;em&gt;we don't suck &lt;/em&gt;and we're pretty cool in that we didn't get last place, considering that probably none of us except xinqi and kim and a very few others had practice prior to the matches today. AND OUR CHEER SQUAD YOU GUYS ARE TOTAL AWESOMENESS EVEN IF WE SORT OF SCREWED TODAY AND SORTA MEMORISED ALL THE CHEERS LESS THAN 24 HOURS BEFORE NET CARN. Much love and kudos to shimin yitong dorcas diy farizan becca and xinwei for being super enthusiastic about the whole thing (even though it was less than 24 hours to net carn) and to poor valtan who came up with part of the formation and our Expressway cheer but couldn't come today :O we are awesome with or without shades yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got totally burnt during net carn today, especially during the match between teachers and the school team which was pretty cool aside from the fact that we were ROASTED. For some reason our side was getting super high when the teachers were announcing results of net carn, probably 'coz we already knew it was completely impossible to get any position so we started crapping among ourselves, e.g. using our rather-wet-thanks-to-shimin class banner as an umbrella for about 4-5 people, going extremely crazy over the inter class karaoke competition, planning to go up and take the 1st prize even though it didn't belong to us anyway, and SHOUTING and screaming "yishijie yishijie!" like superfans for mr nuh haha! :D Well we &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;seasoned screamers all thanks to superband. No wonder I didn't lose my voice even though I shouted and screamed and yelled and laughed so much today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS PARTAYE at the su korean restaurant @ fareast after netcarn! if my memory doesn't fail me i think there was quite alot of people lah- seetoh penny alexys jermaine yitong elainehneh xinqi bagua shin (WHO IS NOW A LAK CHEONG or whatever chinese sausage) shimin wil dorcas valsoh becca xinwei and me! The food was actually not that expensive as I thought at first until I saw how they kept refilling and refilling our plates of kimchi vegetables and water. I LOVE BEEF. Almost our entire table was all beef beef beef and more beef, except wilz coz she doesn't take beef. :D OUR TABLE PEOPLE WERE SO CRAZY. NO WONDER THE OTHER CLASS PEOPLE DIDN'T WANNA SIT WITH US. just kidding we're simply just too crazy for our own good. :)&lt;br /&gt;what with becca dropping her chopsticks so many times I can't remember, or how dorcas thought she should test the waiter's hearing by dropping a full glass of water instead of chopsticks, or ashley being a very dao piece of bagua, or valsoh acting cute and bimbo, or the other gourmets constantly thinking of yummy yummy bubble tea filled with disgusting huge pearls, or becca teaching me how to differentiate the cutlery for raw meat and cooked meat, AND CHEXINWEI'S SPAZZZZZZZNESS. (:&lt;br /&gt;the template for cxw's usual sentences are something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so _____ until/that _______ !"&lt;br /&gt;like how during netcarn just now that woman kept complaining she was so hot until she felt like she was going to CATCH FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after all that spazzing (to the waiters' exasperation and amusement) we took a CLASS PHOTO which I shall put up here and on facebook once I find myself not lazy enough to go upstairs and bring down the cable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;four oh one oh eight &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee after that wilz and I rushed off to J8 to look look see see MILUBING's qian chang hui! They impressed both of us WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING OKAY because we are hard to impress! At first there weren't as many people as we thought, but then people started buying their album and rushing in to queue up. My second qian chang hui! :) when we got to the front we were wondering what we should say, but it went pretty nicely 'coz all three of them are such nice and sincere pro people, and we managed to get cutecute sam to sign on valsoh's autograph book :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALSOH YOU OWE BOTH OF US BIG TIME. BUBBLE TEA TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload photos probably tomorrow or the day after I guess. hooray for MLB and four one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-2813921878349292274?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/2813921878349292274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=2813921878349292274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2813921878349292274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2813921878349292274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/mlb.html' title='MLB! :)'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8797819606034113826</id><published>2008-10-09T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:50:31.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it sucks to be me</title><content type='html'>you think it's easy?&lt;br /&gt;i know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bad stuff for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;It's something etched in and can never be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why?&lt;br /&gt;why, when i'm not perfect in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;truth is, nobody is no matter how much they try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;AM REALLY ON THE VERGE OF HOLLERING OUT A WHOLE BUCKET OF SWEARS.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: cleared of all charges. there is nothing left to be angry about. everything's forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously need to learn abit of anger management. getting angry with my pesky cousin during chinese new year's been such a routine thing (for um let me see five years?) that i've learnt to live with it, even enjoy it. yeah it's sad but it's become an indispensible thing in my life. This year there wasn't any anger during CNY at all 'coz the family went to bandung to celebrate, and when I came back, that anger just wasn't there and there was such a horrible empty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh i'm turning into an angry MONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which just goes to show how impulsiveness is such a tsk thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will talk about nicer things like netcarn and SUPERBAND tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8797819606034113826?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8797819606034113826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8797819606034113826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8797819606034113826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8797819606034113826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-sucks-to-be-me.html' title='it sucks to be me'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8990992064601126352</id><published>2008-10-04T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:08:48.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to raise the hand that draws the line;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPERBAND GRAND FINALS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOMORROW, 730PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait!&lt;br /&gt;dafengchui and yishijie are gonna pwn man. Right. So only one band's gonna come out on top tomorrow night, but ohwellz dfc and ysj are both superly good.&lt;br /&gt;Not that the other bands aren't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the finals tomorrow with valsoh wilz and yitong. i think the walk to mdc's gonna be WAY shorter than usual, but more tiring 'coz we'll be carrying all sorts of stuff like food and boards and banners. yitong's making one for mr nuh :D&lt;br /&gt;and wilz and I have made a SUPER deal about photographs haven't we willettewee? I wonder if our dreams (literally, dreams) are going to come true tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMSES SHOW THAT YOU ARE MOST LIKELY TO DREAM OF THE THINGS YOU MENTIONED IN YOUR SMS THE NIGHT BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;octeo: &lt;em&gt;omg i dreamt of ___ and ____ and ____! (some people from san yue lah heheh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilz: &lt;em&gt;mine even better. I dreamt of u me _____, _____, _____, _____ (some random superband people :D). tt was such a great dream. :-D im so happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God none of this happened when we were going nuts over american idol and CSS2. i shudder to think what an overdose of craziness would do to our brains man.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmhmm so I'm probably not one of the world's deepest and contemplative bloggers around, but hey, MY LIFE = SO INTERESTING. Past few weeks in school have been pretty much the same but still fun, options options options options math math math PE and superband x1000.&lt;br /&gt;and valsoh is getting nuttier as the weeks pass. WHOA OH. *poke poke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it we can't book chalet for chuiguan yet because we have to wait till precisely on the 9th of October, which is kind of a pretty long way away from now, especially if you're totally on tenterhooks and worrying whether those three single leftover chalet vacancies for 9th October will be used up before we are allowed to book it. DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow's gonna be a SUPERRRRRRRRRRGREAT day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;postscript: TOTALLY GREEN WITH ENVY. GRRRRR. GRRRRRRR. MUST. MAKE. THAT. DREAM. COME. TRUE. NO. MATTER. WHAT. I shall burst out in peals of manic laughter. MRRRRRAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8990992064601126352?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8990992064601126352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8990992064601126352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8990992064601126352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8990992064601126352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-raise-hand-that-draws-line.html' title='to raise the hand that draws the line;'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3303711482154100551</id><published>2008-09-28T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:23:25.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just when i needed you most.</title><content type='html'>THAT'S IT MAN WILLETTEWEE I'M BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;And this post is dedicated to gourmet, specifically willettewee, because it's just SO RELEVANT and SO TRUE and SO OBVIOUS it's like screaming, "hey look at me!" wait that's rather dumb. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you're going loopy over an ahem local music talent/popularity competition when...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) your sms inbox is flooded with things like, "no more tickets :(", or "how arh did you manage to get tickets?", or "eh help me buy mentos okay", or "ZOMG I'M JEALOUS OKAY!" yes you are jealous. wheehee :D and your email inbox is totally flooded with your good ol' photographer's attempts at professional photography &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you start becoming a portable video player with S I L V E R L I G H T and you start quoting the videos on a regular basis (regular as in REALLY regular).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) you and your three wonderful friends team up together to buy a notebook despite being crippled by insufficient funds. And you scribble quotes from those videos (or in some cases THE ENTIRE VIDEO) into the pages of the poor notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) you start quoting the videos during PE, especially when people are trying to play floorball or trying to use the crashmats in the hall as HURDLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) there's a lot of mentos on your table although you don't like eating the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) your eyes totally light up and you start going bonkers with your friend during higherchinese B class, whenever you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you hear the teacher saying SAN YUE while going through the annoying zong he tian kong. It happened 3 times already leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) you reach home at 10-11pm on monday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) you start envisioning yourself forming a band with your three friends. a band where EVERYONE wants to be the GU SHOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) you and your friends all find a close affinity with a certain AHEM AHEM AHEM letter in the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) oh this is PERSONAL. :D you start sms-ing your friend's junior from another section, on a weekly basis (or more........). The same friend who goes bonkers with you when you think you hear your teacher saying SAN YUE yadayadayadayada during HCL. =_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this is when you know you're nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY today was super fun spending i think close to EIGHT HOURS with yiying! :) going to church and then going shopping @ novena for a super long time. yay to my new-found weight loss partner/advisor! and the really small children's day treat at church was pretty hilarious because today the world discovered that a certain 3 uncles are super good actors, and that the kids were so stone that when they went up the stage to sing, all we saw was a couple of very short people fidgeting and kind of like lip synching to the aunties who were singing very very very loudly at the side. WAHA. but still, nice lah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTING FROM TOMORROW I WILL BE A GOOD GIRL AND DO TWO SETS OF HCL PAPERS SO I DON'T FEEL SO DISGUSTED BY THE COMPLETELY CLEAN STACK OF PAPERS ON MY OVERCROWDED DESK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3303711482154100551?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3303711482154100551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3303711482154100551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3303711482154100551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3303711482154100551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-when-i-needed-you-most.html' title='just when i needed you most.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1783328559376278122</id><published>2008-09-23T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:56:21.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:' )</title><content type='html'>photos as promised! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOURMET GOES TO SUPERBAND SF2 :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249232459385528930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFHDUf4mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yjUChe1ieMk/s320/me+math-ing+dorcas+stoning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;being guai we decided to mug math before going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFHsbNZBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RwEsMd09MX4/s1600-h/Photo1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249232470419530770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFHsbNZBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RwEsMd09MX4/s320/Photo1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;willette and valsoh's fatface :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFIGXiaQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lsuCmHhX68Y/s1600-h/Photo1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249232477383452930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFIGXiaQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lsuCmHhX68Y/s320/Photo1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay :D eh dorcas is super cute!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249232486039760850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFImnXL9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_pSw57mncXI/s320/Photo1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;TEMPLATE FACES with pretty banner!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249232492742651922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFI_ldMBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VH_839uF9mY/s320/Photo1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;eat mentos. it's good for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. the rest of the photos will probably be soon up on facebook in about 2-3 days time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suddenly took a liking to creating photo albums on facebook 'coz it's pretty easy and uh it's quite fun to tag people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WANT SLEEP. even though I just woke up from a 2hour nap before dinner. eeyer post-EYA period has made me become a hog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lesson learnt today: DON'T dilute your orange juice in a fervent attempt to cut on sugar intake. it's like drinking extremely-slightly-flavoured cold water with pulp swimming about everywhere. I WANT MY SWEET ORANGE JUICE BACK TOMORROW  &gt;: O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND YESTERDAY TOTALLY ROCKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because thanks to willette's superband fan competition skills and gourmet's redeeming skills, we went for last night's SF3. waha. I totally corrupted the whole gourmet. Okay no lah, gourmet just loves the same thing which means we all love superband (but doesn't apply to valsoh's tokio hotel though i'm sorry hahaha)! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mum thinks we're fanatic but amusing. +_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then this time gourmet didn't sit together like during last week's SF2 because wil and dorcas went to sit with their favourite wugeren and valsoh and I were sitting at dafengchui's area. Which was EXTREMELY FUN because after being annoyingly fickle and indecisive valsoh and I finally decided to chope two seats on the 4th row from the front, right at the extreme left side where the bands would go and stand to do their usual interviews right after performing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE TWO GAY MOOSES/MEESE BECAME PAPARAZZI FOR A NIGHT :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;taking photos has never been so exciting before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;although the quality of our cameras is neither substandard nor exactly very professional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so our photos came out abit blur. but still nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we decided to be silly and say hello to lots of people like hideaki and uhh mr nuh after yishijie finished performing and went to the aisle at the side. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then during the interview mr nuh keep turning to pose for us to take photos arh! But too bad all of them came out blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OCTEO WANTS A BETTER CAMERA PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and dafengchui's performance last night was the bestest best ever! sing my favourite luozhixiang song in my favourite key some more. :D valsoh was describing to the other two gourmets how I kept mutiliating her shoulders and arms in excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the second song = SUPERLY NICE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seriously after they finished singing my sms inbox was being momentarily flooded with smses from various people about how dafengchui pwned SF3 and everything! Even the judges say so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yes hooray because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;DFC'S THROUGH TO THE GRAND FINALS! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then again don't be sad about wugeren gourmets2 and 4 because they were pretty good too! Okay I suppose at this point of the competition every band's standard should be veryvery super already. Hah. The wish yitong and I made came true- yishijie and dafengchui are both in the finals! &lt;strike&gt; so it's gonna be um clash of the titans in class from now on :D &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh joy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1783328559376278122?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1783328559376278122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1783328559376278122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1783328559376278122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1783328559376278122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=':&apos; )'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SNkFHDUf4mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yjUChe1ieMk/s72-c/me+math-ing+dorcas+stoning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4021577949746785646</id><published>2008-09-17T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:38:32.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>euphoria and elephants.</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to sleep before midnight today because mummy is sick and i shall be a very good girl and not let mummy nag so YES I SHALL SLEEP BEFORE MIDNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;means this post'll be a short one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you that Gourmet has never been the same since Monday, Sept 15.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;This is worse than our american idol hype because our dear old dorcas does watch superband on an extremely regular basis (but less regular than MEMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEEEE). Oh no gourmet's becoming nuts. Used to be Superband hype every tuesday. now it's hype galore TWENTY FOUR SEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why tomorrow I shall not go wandering about at TM after school but go home and hurryup blog about MONDAY (and the subsequent days of hype).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next monday?&lt;br /&gt;not very sure leh.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i hope i hope i hope i hope i hope with all my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4021577949746785646?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4021577949746785646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4021577949746785646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4021577949746785646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4021577949746785646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/09/euphoria-and-elephants.html' title='euphoria and elephants.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4055570030072999029</id><published>2008-09-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:48:58.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mushroom (and superband) pwns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY ONCE-A-MUSHROOM FRIEND PWNS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244784475755001922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3sVDcOEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ihm5wdDvsB0/s320/Photo1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;happy sweeeet sixteenth willette wee! :) woohoo four years together in the same class, just like the other weird and crazy gourmets! We hope you enjoyed (and was thoroughly entertained) by Gourmet's painstakingly painted present and the DBSK poster and the dragon monster mask which you can now wear together with us! Two spiders and two dragon monsters. wow. I think willettewee's too smart for our attempted stealth the day before yesterday, where dorcas unfortunately took 190 together with our birthday girl and the whole time she was already highly suspicious of what we were up to :O and valsoh and I were so hungry/thirsty that we went to mosburger @ plaza sing to eat burger and drink milkshake while waiting for dorcas but in the end we had to rush down to the MRT station to meet her. Alamak then I sort of insisted on going back to valsoh's place to get the black cloth we were going to sew onto the willette's custom-made shirt. By the time we reached my place it was already 7 plus and boy was dad shocked to see us when he came home +_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butbutbut it was pretty fun 'coz we were busy playing random things on the piano and eating and eating and eating some more and squeeeeeeezing the little tubes of fabric paint till we had numb thumbs and WATCHING SUPERBAND VIDEOS :) gourmet's new favourite pasttime! which reminds me. valsoh has a pronounciation AND balancing problem. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;1) valsoh pronounces LOIS as LOYSE. .... we were watching family guy. and hyperventilating over it. again.&lt;br /&gt;2) valsoh was &lt;em&gt;groping &lt;/em&gt;(sounds wrong zomg) about in the train while talking to us and accidentally mistook a poor innocent woman's arm for the POLE. &lt;br /&gt;but i think gourmet's present turned out pretty nice don't you think! Too bad we didn't get to take a photo of the shirt because we were too busy laughing at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's got a shirt with an oddly-shaped polkadotted tie, a BEACH BALL (babe), random quotes, Edna Mode's surname and a star that has disgusting armpit hair, and truckloads of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3sn4WnHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Nsx_Gc5XA1A/s1600-h/Photo1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244784480808770674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3sn4WnHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Nsx_Gc5XA1A/s320/Photo1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOW THIS HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL DOES! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hope you had fun willettewee BECAUSE WE DID! (especially the lunch @ BK which went from moderate to hyper to super hyper to extreme SOAP MODE to super nuah.) Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPERBANDSF1!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244784489729015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3tJHGv0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/F4vTzFr6qwU/s320/Photo1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;us two! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3tRh4hJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kpuKjfLeQ2E/s1600-h/Photo1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244784491988812946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3tRh4hJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kpuKjfLeQ2E/s320/Photo1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our banners for dafengchui are super amazing can. Done at most 3 hours before the whole thing started! but hooray our banners were spotted! *smirks at valsoh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3tslhBXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FC9KjZiTXW8/s1600-h/Photo1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244784499251807602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3tslhBXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FC9KjZiTXW8/s320/Photo1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; four very happy (and tired) peoples. me, chuashiMEAN, yitong and valsoh! yitong's sister makes a very good photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was super cool I tell you if I had blogged about this on Monday night I probably wouldn't be able to sleep after that. Seriously I slept at 2 that night because I couldn't stop looking at the pictures in my camera. We mustmustmustmustmust thank yuanjun for managing to get so many tickets and for being super generous to let us have them! We didn't get to sit together (coz shimin yitong and her sister were sitting with yishijie and me and moose at DFC) but we had super loads of fun before and after that! Especially admiring the pretty big houses on the way to mediacorp. ONE DAY we'll each own a house that big and invite each other over. AND if we ever want to go watch superband next time then we won't have to walk so far. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;probably going to the roadshow this saturday! :) anyone coming along? (VALSOH I'M DRAGGING YOU THERE) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh yesyesyes kenneth please be a himbo instead of a bimbo okay. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4055570030072999029?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4055570030072999029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4055570030072999029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4055570030072999029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4055570030072999029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mushroom-and-superband-pwns.html' title='my mushroom (and superband) pwns!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMk3sVDcOEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ihm5wdDvsB0/s72-c/Photo1091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4316934159720925371</id><published>2008-09-06T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:06:12.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the ashes!</title><content type='html'>SORRY GUYS I'M BACK AT LAST :)&lt;br /&gt;I have unfortunately been uh almost abusing my post-exam freedom to get away from blogging and everything. Just sitting down and facebooking, msn-ing with bao about very lame stuff and getting pwned by her in minesweeper &amp;amp; reversi, checking superband stuff every 22 minutes, playing freaky factory, watching TV, etc. =_+&lt;br /&gt;and my blog has become sort of a ghost town as a result. oops. will update more regularly. PROMISE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's some pictures of what happened at me + mum's birthday lunch @ Equinox! :) super nice place man. it's been ages since I last visited the restaurant and boy has the place become so much nicer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242886872215642690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ51Q_44kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/an7IrKeitGk/s320/Photo0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOOK AT THE FOIE GRAS LOOKIT LOOKIT! (the plate above the plate above the bowl of yummyyummyyum onion soup!) SUPER GOOD STUFF I TELL YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ513Re2WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nXVpNA8KYBY/s1600-h/Photo0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242886882489981282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ513Re2WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nXVpNA8KYBY/s320/Photo0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CITY PANORAMA :D yeah since we were at what almost 70 floors up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ52KDFzVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vFCXZyssFQg/s1600-h/Photo0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242886887529893202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ52KDFzVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vFCXZyssFQg/s320/Photo0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheers :) with daddy being extra in the background. cranberry juice, pink guava juice and water. the drinks are super ex but super good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ52iqjpNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XzhHQh9GNTA/s1600-h/Photo0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242886894137877714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ52iqjpNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XzhHQh9GNTA/s320/Photo0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eating happy sorbet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ520sTikI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yQHN_rs8s7U/s1600-h/Photo1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242886898977049154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ520sTikI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yQHN_rs8s7U/s320/Photo1009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and all the wonderful presents and cards and MIRROR =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh yup I owe lots of people birthday shoutouts! um let's see... to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;mummy and daddy&lt;/span&gt; for the superstar orange watch, pokemonDVD (eh it's NICE okay and now my pokemon movie collection is complete), panweibo's compilation CD, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gourmet and celinebean&lt;/span&gt; for the incredible mirror with the sticky things and *ahem* thing which made me hyper for days and days, chuiguan juniors- koh, jiaqian, yixin, esther, chewlin, yingbao, xinyi, anqi, claire, xiaohan, ginteng, amirah! for the not-so-surprise party complete with the yummy cheesecake + supernice presents and cards, banana gang- leng's sms wishes, baofang's surprise card which came super punctually by mail and sms, and yiying's "OMG SORRY I FORGOT AHH! happy birthday!" and the present i &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; you guys owe me! and 401 for giving me a heart attack when they sang bday song the moment i came back frm the toilet during SS +_+  and the rest for birthday wishes also! hillo, gordon, jonathan our good old Wen Tian Xiang man, shiyun, voony, wenyi, claud, zhengrui, wilgene, those who wished me on facebook and manymanymany more :)  AND BAO FOR BUYING MUSTARD ON WEDNESDAY I LOVE YOU BAO AND MUSTARD HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yep! And although my birthday was just one freaking day before EYAs, it's been pretty much one of the best birthdays I've ever had :) thanks y'all :)                                                                           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DADDY :D and yingxin and valsoh's mummy and (belated) wenyun! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4316934159720925371?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4316934159720925371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4316934159720925371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4316934159720925371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4316934159720925371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-from-ashes.html' title='back from the ashes!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SMJ51Q_44kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/an7IrKeitGk/s72-c/Photo0987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3335714161230923340</id><published>2008-08-27T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:53:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking previous post was scratched because it was deemed too impulsive, rash, angsty and &lt;em&gt;secretly defamatory. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so freaking pissed. and disgusted. mmm that's all i'm going to say. toned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all goes well tomorrow because I believe it may : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3335714161230923340?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3335714161230923340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3335714161230923340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3335714161230923340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3335714161230923340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-no-idea-how-things-are-done-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7271437894774761749</id><published>2008-08-26T20:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:28:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you like to take my hand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP9gk_YIqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sBpNPj4IXl4/s1600-h/0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238809527689159330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP9gk_YIqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sBpNPj4IXl4/s320/0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grumpy (and &lt;em&gt;angsty &lt;/em&gt;like how valsoh says), frumpy and volatile. Especially during exam period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grades just have to mean so much to everyone don't they.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the frumpiness. bwahaharz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't had a proper conversation (i.e. NOTHING about grades/exams/stress mentioned) with anyone for ages. Well except maybe with valsoh my wonderful gay counterpart moose because we were discussing *ahem* objects/&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSONS of attraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, our gay tendencies, other gay stuff that shouldn't be mentioned here because it would shock the daylights out of you, and POST-EYA ACTIVITIES. Zomg can I just fast-forward to thursday afternoon pleaseplease? Gourmet's going out to have a big partaye man............. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And while I'm at it let me unearth a couple of photos.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238804113270161682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP4latSwRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WW4uCGz1NEA/s320/seafood+fam+talking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did we even realise that we'd be together doing the weirdest and most outrageous sort of rubbishy things we wouldn't dream of doing alone? Like uh, breaking into random songs or laughing until cannot squeeze anymore tears out? AND BETTING AND WATCHING FREE MOVIES AND SLEEPOVERS AND BECOMING REGULAR VISITORS TO GOURMET#2'S HOUSE? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238807121887461490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP7UirjgHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mQcGF2sNqso/s320/family+portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;willettewee you forever look the funniest in our photos leh. WE SO CUCKOO IN SEC TWO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238809526274865010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP9gfuLt3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/6bmi9SsJUOY/s320/Photo0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ATTEMPTING to be chefs? Eh but our sushi-twister gourmet hunt was quite cool. Reach dorcas house at almost 7.30pm after learning journey and eat eat play play until almost 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238809530971814866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP9gxOBe9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/eQ_kiU9g8_g/s320/gourmet+photo+success!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;uh. celebrating the end of some big thing (like SPAs or exams or for no rhyme or reason) by staying really late at lido talking, watching movie and then talking some more after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238809540907159458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP9hWOyz6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WadDqL0ZH94/s320/Photo0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or doing even more unconventional stuff? gourmet took this when everyone else was rushing off to bio lab lesson and we were still trying to get a good zi lian picture after dunno how many shots. Whee. But here we are. the coolz gourmet people. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;back to studying chinese. (yes i AM studying for chinese)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;feizao ftw for superband revivals! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;edit: how come our photo-taking position never change after how long already! always kena sit/stand next to willette in the cinema, at lido, in the canteen, at random restaurants, in the bus etc. :D ONE PAPER LEFT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7271437894774761749?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7271437894774761749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7271437894774761749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7271437894774761749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7271437894774761749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/would-you-like-to-take-my-hand.html' title='would you like to take my hand?'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SLP9gk_YIqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sBpNPj4IXl4/s72-c/0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8188381125740776084</id><published>2008-08-25T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:41:14.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big girl you are beautiful</title><content type='html'>english compre= weird. hope i pass properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaking dislike being told to eat, or asked every single time whether i'm hungry, or asked to eat, or &lt;em&gt;implored &lt;/em&gt;to eat. Implored, yeah. nothing's wrong with your hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT that 24/7 hungry disgusting glutton I was when I was in primary five.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT eat more than three solid meals per day.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT love eating.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT love food. (well, if it's foie gras or bar chor mee then it's a different story...)&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT crave for food 24/7. because I am NOT expecting or anything so I won't have cravings eh?&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT look skinny.&lt;br /&gt;but i am NOT fat.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT need to put on more weight.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT exactly look very proportionate either.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT skip my meals. I eat. Sparingly.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT waste food.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT need to keep on eating to stay alive *puts on the beegees music*&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT like being too thin.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT anorexic/bulimic/sick/crazy, in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... therefore, I'd really appreciate it if you NOT keep asking me whether I've eaten (that's alright though, it's out of concern and I think it's nice of you to ask), what I ate, remark that whatever I ate isn't filling enough, and that I should eat more, and ask whether I need more food, whether I'm still hungry, etcetcetcetcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE. DO NOT ASSOCIATE THIS EIGHT-LEGGED MUGGER (currently) WITH FOOD, FOOD, FOOD AND MORE FOOD BECAUSE IT GETS ANNOYING SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;*pounds fist on the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ASKED AGAIN. shoots. i need to manage my impulsivity :/ slow to anger slow to anger slow to anger slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww to anger. Breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8188381125740776084?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8188381125740776084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8188381125740776084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8188381125740776084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8188381125740776084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-girl-you-are-beautiful.html' title='big girl you are beautiful'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1967027131385442307</id><published>2008-08-24T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:28:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three and onetwelfth decades.</title><content type='html'>Cool after probably an extremely long time, ebf (my church) turns thirty-one.&lt;br /&gt;and I AM SIXTEEN and can therefore fully enjoy NC16 movies in the CINEMA instead of watching them on cableTV at home. =_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep so today was pretty fun, same usual thing we always do during church anniversary- more songs, youth people had to go up and sing ( O_O ), bilingual sermon which turned into a chinese-peppered-with-english-and-dialect one, photo-taking, buffet, hanging out. :)&lt;br /&gt;I realised I have very manly hands.&lt;br /&gt;because although my palms are no match for all the guys' ginormous sprawling palms (except abel HAH) my fingers are longer than most of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;And there were so many people who came back to visit! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which brings us back to memories of the HunnyGang and our weird fantasies like kukabalu town and the ai lim chwee mai thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching that special slideshow with all the church events over the past two years makes me slightly guilty that I haven't been attending alot of youth meetings and camps- okay, so I've never been to churchcamp all my life but my family's got certain reasons hmm. MUST. START. GETTING. MORE. INVOLVED. AFTER. FREAKING. ENDOFYEARS. :X&lt;br /&gt;and because I think I am not a very good steward of my life although I am capable of entertaining myself alone in a quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FIVE MORE SUBJECTS TO GO AND THE FREAKING ENDOFYEARS I'LL EVER HAVE IN THIS SCHOOL WILL BE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life without CCA seems rather fun now. although I feel that the suona people are in dire need of someone to help with pitch. THAT WOULD BE ME WOULDN'T IT HEEHEE *STARTS SHINING THE BRIGHT EGO AURA AGAIN* Seriously speaking, shengsuo's standard totally needs a boost. A very great boost. I wasn't firm with letting shengsuo do jibengong religiously, and didn't stick by it as a weekly routine.&lt;br /&gt;And that is probably the biggest cross I'll have to carry with me until the standard somehow manages to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORRY ABOUT EYAs FIRST. FREAKING EYAs.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT I CAN DO IT I CAN LIKE GET A GPA THAT'S REASONABLY OKAY MMHMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought while mugging #1&lt;br /&gt;and i still hate &lt;em&gt;RIGIDITY. &lt;/em&gt;so much to study for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;random thought #2&lt;br /&gt;Two out of my favourite bands have been eliminated from SuperBand. Wu Ge Ren and Fei Zao. :/ nevermind GO DAFENGCHUI and yishijie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit again)&lt;br /&gt;random thought #3&lt;br /&gt;Among those living in the same floor as me, I found that my dog has a notoriety for being fierce towards noisy young children. And she gets pissed by them easily.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a feeling my dog's a manifestation of my ugly self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1967027131385442307?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1967027131385442307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1967027131385442307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1967027131385442307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1967027131385442307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/three-and-onetwelfth-decades.html' title='three and onetwelfth decades.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6365899512419562523</id><published>2008-08-21T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:21:50.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday (for later).</title><content type='html'>THANKYOU everyone for your presents and wellwishes in the form of rather hasty msn + sms + facebook chats (because of the DARNED eyas)! :) will blog and post more pictures on my birthday LATER because although MY birthday is SPECIAL the eyas are unfortunately (forced to be) more special than my birthday. : O&lt;br /&gt;but it was the most fun ever! Especially gourmet's spastic but thoughtful and LOVEly present and the chuiguan juniors' *cough* &lt;em&gt;intended &lt;/em&gt;surprise party! LOVELOVE.&lt;br /&gt;and........&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEE. lit's over!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I'm afraid for will come tomorrow- &lt;em&gt;mathmathmathmathmathmathmathematics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck philo. Math comes first. Fail philo never mind, that doesn't mean you lack freaking mental cognition or something but failing math is a big no-go.&lt;br /&gt;Will I make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fat and stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slim and smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which one am I happiest at. which do I wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;On To Victory (or possible failure if things don't work out)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6365899512419562523?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6365899512419562523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6365899512419562523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6365899512419562523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6365899512419562523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-for-later.html' title='birthday (for later).'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8113415902440678204</id><published>2008-08-15T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:43:24.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready, set, go!</title><content type='html'>oh dangit even my title shows HOW INFLUENTIAL THAT VALSOH IS. How did valsoh make me kind of like tokio hotel, I have absolutely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;VALSOH. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm today was abit &lt;em&gt;pek chek &lt;/em&gt;(i.e. i'm in a irritable sort of mood and in despair so don't disturb)&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;but probably only during chem 'coz I didn't understand anything, was snivelling with my nose which chose this morning to get screwed, and a couple of othe pek chek things.&lt;br /&gt;And then that had to spoil my mood for the entire morning. Or at least a whole subsequent 20 minutes. I HATE RIGIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;but then again I'm sorry I got so pissed, I actually hurled my favourite ruler at the whiteboard and stormed off for recess. sorry gourmet had to see that. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of the day was pretty nice because gourmet was being super silly the whole day as usual, and although the presentations during assembly were excellent, I fell asleep halfway, which was quite gross because Valsoh said she could see the whites of my eyes while I was in my mid-assembly slumber =_=&lt;br /&gt;gourmet was feeling extremely nice (and free) so we bought our math relief teacher a farewell present from the BOOKSHOP. we were thinking of buying dumplings but ah that's a different story. Spent like half an hour trying to look for her, but she'd already left school so we were like DIE HOW ARH. but we managed to pass it to a teacher who'd pass it to her when they meet up sometime soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;PHILO MAKEUP. no comment. except that our charades were really quirky. valsoh and I came up with teacher-version charades and wil and dorcas guessed them until they couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then mugged with dear old bao at the bench. I hope your snivelly nose recovers soon bao, or your house will soon run out of tissue. Tissue is a snivelly person's Best Friend. but thankyou so much for the wonderful notes and chem help. The best sort of help I've gotten in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah I shall go eat my dinner/supper= sinner now. INSTANT NOODLES I LOVE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8113415902440678204?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8113415902440678204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8113415902440678204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8113415902440678204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8113415902440678204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-set-go.html' title='ready, set, go!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6486538962671423478</id><published>2008-08-12T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:50:34.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scratch that.</title><content type='html'>Scratch that last post. Anger has long subsided.&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging with bao was super productive today, we probably did almost half of the bio syllabus already (: THANKYOUBAO!&lt;br /&gt;and i did maths too yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I'm super scared for chem. What on earth's gonna happen to us, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit!&lt;br /&gt;While I was innocently chanting organic chem terminologies from this chem powerpoint, I got this random weird call from this weird telecommunications service number which i didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;"I was bath- ing just now. What'ssssssssss up?"&lt;br /&gt;zomg boss you are the weirdest person around tonight. +_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6486538962671423478?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6486538962671423478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6486538962671423478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6486538962671423478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6486538962671423478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/scratch-that.html' title='scratch that.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4261853247425292659</id><published>2008-08-09T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:22:44.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it don't make sense</title><content type='html'>am I not supposed to blog when I am taking a break from mugging geography and biology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy national day. happy one-week-left-before-EYAs day. happy mugging.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope it pays off, sometimes it's freaking annoying when you're fat, not very disciplined and not very smart. I can't seem to touch my pillow before midnight, it's really difficult to sleep early after staying up till about 2am to do biojournal and all the stoopid PTs. Come on valteo you HAVE to focus no matter what. Exercise, mug, don't eat more than five times a day. Then everything should be okay. I don't want a sedentary lifestyle of mugging to make me put on more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deep down you wished you had it all. you wished you were like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm not supposed to, but I miss you too much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4261853247425292659?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4261853247425292659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4261853247425292659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4261853247425292659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4261853247425292659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-it-dont-make-sense.html' title='and it don&apos;t make sense'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3708408703120833882</id><published>2008-08-08T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:29:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the torch is passed.</title><content type='html'>Ah it just occurred to me that I should really blog before the end-of-years start and I can't allow myself to get distracted by the evils of blogging when you're supposed to be &lt;em&gt;studying.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgco chairperson elections yesterday was um not exactly smooth-sailing, but I shall not say more than that. Loved all the speeches. Would never have been able to deliver such a speech if I were to ever try out for the chair of some sort (which will never happen, end of story). But mmm whatever the outcome, nina koh amelia and wenyun are four equally competent and superb nominees. So I shall not have any bias whatsoever, because bias is one of the things I detest the most (besides fishcake and sweet sweet jelly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY JASSELYN the super retired xianyue SL! :) but I already wished you at 12.15am on the actual day you sillybillywillynillydonkey! Hope you like our donkey though. I saw a cute brown hairy bison at the toy shop and I think it resembles you more than the donkey though! AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while deciding stuff for handover, the whole comm and xianyue got a cake each for the lucky birthday girl! I love the cake. LOVE IT. &lt;em&gt;note to self: buy ice cream cake for mum's + my birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the whole decision making stuff was finally over, yuyue and I couldn't find a proper place to mug so we went to mug at the amphitheatre steps (the part that remains dry even though it's raining). We were quite productive leh, managed to read some geog notes before nice wonderful daddy came to fetch us both home. Talking to fellow pervert yuyue makes car journeys seem extremely abnormally short (: but there was alot to talk about. so yeah. By the time we reached home it was SUPER dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of the day was abit ________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for today.&lt;br /&gt;NDP celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;was horrible (in the earlier stage), mostly due to my snivelling and nose-blowing almost every second. I used up so much tissue, mum thinks I should marry a man who works in a tissue paper factory. Stupid sinus. Goes on and off until I have to depend so much on vitaminC pills and this absolutely yummy wonder fruit drink that REALLY DOES HELP. good thing my aunt introduced it to my family. We sort of chionged our class fashion show outfit, cutting up all the used parking coupons, signs and whatnots and sticking aluminium foil all over the umbrella. And the script which took about 20 hellish minutes to write, but turned out great thanks to becca elaine wil and dorcas' help, and vic's wonderful impromptu narration which made the messy script sound so good. :) what happened to kim ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last NDP celebration in rg.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt? Don't dance together with the cheerleaders in front. Unless you want to look like some weird moving speck amidst a bunch of stoners. +_= seriously, I DON'T DANCE. Community singing got a bit high with those bunch of crazy people, but I guess that's the way we are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that was.........................&lt;br /&gt;RGCO HANDOVER 2008! (to comm 2009). :D&lt;br /&gt;Met up with bao and yingbao upstairs to go pack our bags, then we went down together and on the way i met hil! who i regrettably owe an almost-2-year-old letter. Ah. It will come. hooray. still the same nice skinny hil hor. heehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;and terrible willette kept screaming at me to hurry up. TERRIBLE POK = TABLE PORK. (which is Conversational Gourmet According to Amooooooooooolia the BLUR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall give comm'09 a clap and a pat on the back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcing the results was super odd for me, I have no idea why. It's kind of sad that I'm handing over the job to koh and jiaqian, but I'm sure those two will make a pretty good team. I think we chose the right people for comm- koh for SL, jiaqian for ASL, chewlin for treasurer, and yixin and claire as comm members. We trust y'all ah.&lt;br /&gt;This totally reminds me of last year's handover- seeing yuyue's shock of being in maintenance, and being scared about SL-ship and the initial part of working with koh. Time flies so fast these days, it's just scary. Gonna miss being SL, it was fun while it lasted, including those pretty stressful and frustrating situations. Life's gonna be alot less colourful now. I suddenly miss playing david the wonderful shiny top-grade gaosuo which has served me so well this whole year, and morpeng the old zhongsuo! If only I could get hold of a free soundproofed room. Then it'd be so much easier to play. guess all I can do now is stick to flute, though it's not the same as playing suona. :/ I MISS THE OLD TIMES. But it's time to move on. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so comm'09. do your thing, baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handover a bunch of us chuiguan people went to dhoby for section lunch, initially wanted pizza hut but went to BK instead. I feel so incredibly sinful and fat after eating those french fries. It was alot of fun talking to stace esther chewlin jiaqian and bao, who are highly amusing people. I am still very, very, very, very tickled by the fact that stacey kicked her koala bear (or supposed SQUIRREL) out of the sleeping bag at camp, at that we caught it ALL ON CANDID CAMERA. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;chewlin jiaqian esther and I went shopping for awhile at the basement, we spent a good solid one hour plus window shopping, though chew and I did buy stuff- M&amp;amp;M CHOCOLATE DISPENSERS! I lovelovelovelove my nice new incredibly orange m&amp;amp;m mini dispenser, so i can eat chocolate without feeling too guilty. Chew got the blue one. :) and in addition to that I got nan quan mama's album at a really (unbelievably) cheap price. RETAIL THERAPY- WORKS EVERY SINGLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am entertaining yubo on msn, half asleep, exhausted from watching olympics and talking for a solid hour and a half with dear bao on the phone, banging on the piano, giving jiaqian nice nice pointers and mugging geog. Shall go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOURSELVES A HAPPY RUBBER DAY.&lt;br /&gt;(and national day!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3708408703120833882?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3708408703120833882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3708408703120833882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3708408703120833882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3708408703120833882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-torch-is-passed.html' title='when the torch is passed.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-2755240199604309373</id><published>2008-08-02T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:06:37.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you feel it too?</title><content type='html'>mmmhmm today is a very amusing day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to rj with gourmet and xinqi to check out their Scholarship Day. Which was quite fun because we got to feel extremely young &gt;:) Seriously all those promoter people kept assuming we were gonna take Alevels and we'd go "ehh.... still got alot of time." then they'll be like "oh you're in J1 then!". Then we'd collapse in fits of laughter. =_= pretty surprised by how much charisma some of the promoter guys had, like the guy who gave us uh &lt;em&gt;free nokia iphones&lt;/em&gt; and the guy who talked to me alot alot alot about journalism. Sounds cool though. Although dorcas and I were still left to ponder what we really wanted to do as a career. Eeeyer. As if we're so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. 5 reasons why RJ scholarship day was great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;The promoter people wore orange shirts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;The promoter people gave us each a very cool and very orange bag to put our barang barang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) (okay enough orange, here's a politically correct answer) It OPENED my very small eyes and now I know loads about different scholarships and career paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;The promoter people gave us orange plastic bags!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I MET UNCLE CX! right. So that doesn't count as much of a reason but I was pretty shocked to see that certain uncle promoting something there huh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: the best place to get orange stuff for FREE. valsoh was amusing herself with the free frisbee, calculator, notepads and other whatnots while the other four of us civilized people were flipping through all the catalogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) back to bio. and SSFA. grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLDONE WILLETTEWEE! :D am proud of you! because you did it! AND WE ARE AWESOMELY NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA. start the countdown, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; days &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so anybody feeling rich and generous wanna buy a harp/ZHONGSUO/sax/guitarhero3/swatch watch/ pretty orange things for ME? &lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-2755240199604309373?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/2755240199604309373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=2755240199604309373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2755240199604309373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2755240199604309373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-feel-it-too.html' title='do you feel it too?'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4457607003780545121</id><published>2008-07-26T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:50:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert '08</title><content type='html'>AT LONG LAST. Alright so it's been nearly a week since concert, but the entire day's been appearing and reappearing so vividly in my mind day after day it sometimes freaks me out. Suppose almost everyone else in CO's experiencing the same strong concert withdrawals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect that this will be a sort of recount of what happened during concert peppered with (by my standards) emoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20july2008;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished off daji and chuiguan's notes about half an hour before I left for school. Was close to laughing when koh told me how she got stranded at the school gate. That's what you get from being too early [: Lol. All thirty-odd CO people plus lulaoshi were frantically packing stuff and checking instruments, it was pretty hectic. I love the wonderful mike in the KS Chee, it wasn't off so ginteng yuyue and I were doing nonsense stuff there for a bit. Was using yuyue's sms-flooded phone when we got a super urgent call from simei telling me to bring along stace's chuida shirt from the storeroom. Well done koh for remembering to retrieve the shirt much earlier than baomoomoo did. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuyue and I think we have some sort of mild obssessive compulsive disorder 'cause we kept checking our bags before leaving for VCH. By the time we finished loading and unloading the whole lot of instruments and bottled water a couple of us were so sian that we couldn't speak. =_= and uh simei jiaqian and I came up with a weird rhyme inspired by the sec1 backstage helpers' sec1 orientation shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aspire to inspire, inspire to perspire, perspire to respire, respire to transpire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, TRANSPIRE TO SPIRE &lt;/strong&gt;AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the day was probably the best moments I had with shengsuo ever. How we made ourselves so comfortable in our very own dressing room, sleeping on the dressing table, sleeping UNDER the dressing table, locking each other out, randomly losing bags, shoes, socks and even shaopians, and MASS CHANGING. We all lunched right at the top of the outdoor spiral staircase at VCH, where we all screamed because of one hairy black pigeon that probably wanted to stay with us if we hadn't screamed so much. All I know was that I didn't really enjoy the food (except the coke I shared with wenting) 'cause it had a bloody oily fried chicken wing, and more so because I was already a bundle of nerves by then. But I wasn't hungry though. Most of us weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals commenced straight after lunch, everyone was scrambling back to the dressing room to mass change into our CO costume. People were screaming "eh I can't find the zip!" and "eh I haven't even taken off my shirt!" and mine- "eh I think I wear wrong side already." After that we grabbed our instruments and rushed out. And when I settled up at the highest platform with the rest of shengsuo, I just couldn't help but feel so much emotions just rushing out left right and center. It's like, at last, after dreaming of it for nearly three years, I'm up there, we're all up there, pretty much ready to give it our best shot. Honestly the rehearsals almost made me cry because they frightened me, it may have been because I'm SL and I just felt I had to be responsible for anything that went wrong- including the dreaded freaking pitch problem. But to be very frank, suona's pitch was completely off, it wasn't up to normal standards and it certainly drove me crazy. Dingding was super worried I think, because he went over to check our pitch and went to fix anqi's gaosuo and shaopian. Zhongsuo was quite off too. Probably all of us were very, very, very nervous. But I think pitch is the one thing that could kill me. Molou was good though, everything went just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASS CHANGING part two began when we all had to change into chuida shirts for jiang jun ling. I must emphasize that NOBODY SAW ANYTHING THAT SHOULDN'T BE SEEN, despite sunying's suggestive proclamations- "I can see you!". But that was coz she was standing at the mirror and she must've seen faint silhouettes of changing shengsuo-ers in the dark. Anqi wore her shirt the wrong way. Heehee. After changing we went to join the long queue at the makeup station (i.e. the backstage corridor). Cassandra's pro mum and all her pro assistants came over to help, and they really did a good job on everyone even though the makeup was abit thick for my liking. The hair was totally beehive. Xianyue and diyinbu people filed into the concert hall looking like super glamorous hairspray actresses. :) While we were queuing up esther was freaking us out with her random hello kitty-ness, yuyue and I were playing our favourite haidai in the awfully cheena way. And then we met laobao, jiali and fiona! :D who came back early to look see and help with MAKEUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuida rehearsal was fine, but the lining up and taifeng were totally nonexistent, except probably for a couple of people and yingting and limrei the two young strong lead players! Wanglaoshi called off our victory screech (more like a victory call) at the end, which totally pissed me and koh off alot. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest of chuiguan went off to do makeup I got kidnapped by three undercover makeup artists. Seriously I had no idea yall were that good at makeup. Kinda felt like I was undergoing surgery without anaesthesia, with fiona and laobao trying to figure out what to do with my very uncooperative eyes, boss doing blusher for me and jiali the makeup consultant who thankfully did not join in the undercover makeup surgery. And baomeili at the side laughing manically. :D uh. Honestly they did a very, very, very, very good job, they managed to transform my kangkong eyeshadow into something quite nice, with two shades of green (: The downside: my mum now goes &lt;em&gt;"you better learn how to put on your own makeup for FAM huh, see, people only one year two years older than you can do makeup so well already." &lt;/em&gt;Right. But the undercover makeup surgery was super fun though. dear crazy seniors. hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just less than an hour to go before concert, and everyone was either camwhoring or getting scared. I've never seen shengsuo so nervous and yet determined at the same time before. Suona people were blowing away, brenda anqi and claire were memorizing jiang jun ling, etc. Just twenty minutes before concert my hands were going all clammy, didn't eat any of the snacks 'coz I just wasn't in the mood. Grrrrrrr nerves. somehow I thought it was even worse than last year's piano exam. And then concert began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing so many many many people staring at us was kind of cool, because when those chairs were empty the whole auditorium seemed so much smaller. I couldn't find mum dad yiying and leng but I saw all the seniors sitting upstairs. I liked our tajike and qinwang very much, overall and in terms of pitch it was SO MUCH BETTER than usual. Can't believe I didn't screw the uber high gaosuo part, when wls was going to cue us I blew as well as I could, half expecting the first note to squeak and die off, but it didn't. Koh's dizi solos were pretty pretty good too. Brenda and jiaqian sounded incredibly wonderful for their zhongsuo solos in qinwang and tianshan, it was almost too good to be true. Well done you two :) Jiangjunling was much better too, and although there were a few slight screwups here and there, it didn't matter much because we did great overall. And zheng lao shi approved of our victory call, he kind of liked it too, so we did it loud and proud at the end. :) HOI! The rest of the dazu songs were great too, hongloumeng and tianshan especially. Molou suddenly sounded great, and before it started I heard a "GO BAO MOO MOO" and uh something that &lt;em&gt;some people &lt;/em&gt;shouted which I shall not say here &gt;: ) ____ to the max. *giggles* Those 160 bars of idleness during molou made me ponder alot... and then it was almost our turn to play, after the gaohu part. All I remember was my heart thumping so hard, and that brenda, jiaqian, wenting, xinyi, anqi and I were all tapping our feet to keep time and we felt the whole platform shaking like crazy. But we did great in the end, which is probably one of rgco's biggest accomplishments for concert. Well concert's sort of an accomplishment in itself innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encore songs. Juhuatai and tajike. Kinda screwed one or two notes in the ttk-added zhongsuo solo, but I guess it's an improvement, considering the part got added the day before. zhengchaoji laoshi is the best. The ultimate conductor. Hm. (: Tajike was so unexpected, if ttk didn't mouth the words "tajike" to the whole orchestra, we'd probably be going HUH. And it just occurred to me when I was playing halfway that it'd be the very last song we'd be playing together with the rest of the whole CO.......... and then it'd be byebye CO for all the secfours. Which is very, very sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think concert '08 was the best concert we've done ever. Okay so I'm not in much place to say that since this is the second of two concerts I've done with rgco, but who cares, because for me, and for probably alot of people, it's gotta be the best ever. BEST TO THE MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After concert was over yuyue and I were doing cleanup and all that, and while waiting for the bus to come we both realised how much we're gonna miss rgco. When we all first came in we were (uh...) dejected, wondering why the blazes we got into CO just to play some weird, uncool, loud (and in yuyue's case, troublesome) instruments. We didn't start out looking forward to CO every day. And now it's been some three to four years, and we've come so far from where we started out. Somehow during those tiring June pracs and the hellish APCG we wished for concert to end so we could concentrate on our studies, but looking back, we've had so much fun and built so many strong friendships and gotten to know so many wonderful people, it's just hard to wish CO would ever end. It was just really sad, especially thinking about everything we've done as a section especially, both of us just stared at each other and cried 'coz we'd genuinely miss each and every single part of CO. Even the practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally I'm so full of regret I didn't get into CO in sec one. Sometimes one year of ignorance makes you feel really left out within the batch at first, there are things they know that you don't, or will take very much longer to realise. And that was the most socially insecure period of my life, not knowing, but trying. Most of the secfours say that secone was kind of a stoning year because the seniors and teachers were pretty much focusing on SYF, but that one year could've made a whole big difference. It still has I guess. Missing that one year made me treasure just that single place in CO, being a part of it, no matter how loud or sucky the instrument is. It's easy to learn to love something, and I really do love suona so much now no matter what people say. It's a matter of how you want to play it. :) Missing that single year made me want to find out more, to want to catch up and feel like I'm part of the others too, and not someone singled out as "oh the one who came in sec two". And that whole year is probably one of the biggest reasons why I love rgco so much- after ages and ages of wanting to get in so badly, after pleading and pleading incessantly with lulaoshi&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; asking willette to ask her xianyue seniors if I could get a place in the middle of the year, getting a big scolding by the CCA teachers, or even uh (i was terrible in sec1) ponning my previous CCA to the point of notoriety, I guess I just felt so relieved and all, I treasure CO alot more than I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole process of practising for concert took such a long time, and so much heart pain and tears and getting pissed off and all, but it was definitely worth it. I'm gonna miss everything- the saikang, collecting money (maybe not), doing programme booklet with bao, going insane during pracs and inventing all sorts of rubbish with wenting and jiaqian during dazu, and most of all the people. I'm sorry I don't exactly know dizi on the whole as well as I should, but shengsuo really is the most bonded bunch ever. We didn't exactly have a sort of barrier between each other because we were juniors or seniors, and with equally crazy and charismatic people like ginteng it's kind of hard to not get along with anyone. I LOVE CHUIGUAN/SHENGSUO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my little escapade's gone. CO was once my escapade, a sort of way for me to get rid of the stress from studying and have real fun and do the stuff I really enjoy. It's so difficult to stop those images of CO flashing in my head, but I suppose I have to snap out of it and start getting into mugger mode again, for the sake of my grades. Who needs math when you have chuiguan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh and finally, thanks to every single person who came to give support- mum, dad, yiying, leng, baofang (for the smses!), relatives, and gourmet! and valsoh, xinqi, lory, shiying, chuashimin, elaine, xinwei, bong, boon, celine, the whole bunch of coolz hcico people! i don't know who came but i saw songsim wenhao xingzhi nigel dewei zhengrui and limyang :D&lt;br /&gt;and of course lah, the rgco people!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou concert comm for all the yahoogroups and sms spamming, and weeks and months of planning and saikang!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou nina dorcas and willette the design people for entertaining our fussy requirements for programme booklet's design!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou koh and kexin for doing up a wonderful script!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou BAOMEILI/BAOMOOMOO/SIMEI for the great times (and getting pissed and depressed and high and going on crack and getting lost at bendemeer road and opening champagne) we had just doing up the programme booklet!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou seniors ahh for coming down to watch us and support us and help with makeup even though you guys are super super busy. esp laobao for the spastic smses and jiali for all the advice (and being very nice about the subway money i still owe you) and good old boss for uh alot alot alot of things i cannot put into words 'coz it'd take forever :D&lt;br /&gt;thankyou juniors for being so sporting and joining our fun when we get overly high! and for being cooperative. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou shengsuo for keeping the fun alive.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou koh for being a superb efficient ASL (and also to yixin and stacey and yingbao for helping to bully your dear baomoomoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;thankyou MYSELF for being an incredible SL&lt;/s&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thankyou rgco and rgco chuiguan/chuida for EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good times. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4457607003780545121?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4457607003780545121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4457607003780545121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4457607003780545121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4457607003780545121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/concert-08.html' title='concert &apos;08'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7716196376219806093</id><published>2008-07-22T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:27:36.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk out proud</title><content type='html'>Will blog about concert tomorrow, after I finish SS peetee writeup and MATH TEST. I'm praying for the best. for math. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LOL. nina just reminded me. (:&lt;br /&gt;*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE US FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1) Boss of bos &lt;strong&gt;S(houxi)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Boss of bo &lt;strong&gt;Sheng Suo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Boss of b &lt;strong&gt;OSS's friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Boss of &lt;strong&gt;B O S S. &lt;/strong&gt;The ultimate Boss of Gourmet Bosses. Bosses for a Better burB(age)! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7716196376219806093?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7716196376219806093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7716196376219806093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7716196376219806093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7716196376219806093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-out-proud.html' title='walk out proud'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3433510853834388429</id><published>2008-07-19T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:50:17.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESTRESS MODE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GITCHI GITCHI GOO MEANS I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from phineas and ferb. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bow, chicka, bow-wow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what my baby says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mow, mow, mow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart starts pumpin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicka, chicka, chew-op&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never gonna stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said a...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bow, chicka, bow-wow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what my baby says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mow, mow, mow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart starts pumpin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicka, chicka, chew-op&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never gonna stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, baby, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND THAT MEANS I LOVE YOU, RGCO CHUIGUAN (AND CHUIDA)! WE'RE ALL GONNA WALK OUT TO THE STAGE AND WALK BACK WITH OUR HEADS HELD HIGH. NO QUALMS ABOURRIT. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; NO SWEAT, JUST PLAY THOSE PUMPIN' HEARTS OUT.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3433510853834388429?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3433510853834388429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3433510853834388429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3433510853834388429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3433510853834388429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/destress-mode.html' title='DESTRESS MODE.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-2835364057472642678</id><published>2008-07-17T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:24:56.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three days.</title><content type='html'>This appears to be some sort of countdown to concert, from six, to five, to four....... and now three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so productive yet so unproductive in my life. Productive in terms of music I s'pose, 'cause besides being able to devote at least an hour to piano during this crazy holiday, at least shengsuo (&lt;em&gt;alright then, so I don't really know about dizi) &lt;/em&gt;has seriously improved by leaps and bounds. Miraculously my fear of fears- gaosuo going horribly off-pitch- probably won't be realised during Concert. Everyone's pitch is just getting better, my two little gaosuo juniors have (honestly) been astounding me with their better-than-usual pitch and committment time and again these few days of intensive prac. Zhongsuo's doing great. And stuff just seems to be falling into place now- programme booklets printed and delivered, the fickleness (is there such a word?) of wangls quelled by me and bao, chuida shirt's nice and has been delivered after some tumultous days of non-stop worrying and settling things, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's quite evident that chuiguan's finally feeling the rushing sense of urgency to make Concert '08 right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should really be doing math. I'm torn between two things now- geog PT or math? Ho well. Half an hour of math and another half of geog PT lor. Better than nothing. Destressing time with willette and jass was super fun just now, after CO I think the three of us totally lost our marbles. Our gaohu-erhu-zhongsuo changdi trio, and the two of them attempting to play my own written version of the phuachukang theme song! xD It turned out quite nice leh! I should seriously consider selling the scores I wrote out of pure boredom during molou and juhuatai practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Current mode of destressing: having somewhat illegal phonecalls with willette and bao, playing six-minute rounds of freaky factory, davidcook, going online just to see who from CO is on, sleeping, stoning, playing veryveryveryvery nice final fantasy + pokemon songs, drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya then. THREE MORE DAYS, THREE MORE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanks tien! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-2835364057472642678?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/2835364057472642678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=2835364057472642678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2835364057472642678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2835364057472642678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-days.html' title='three days.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4571775987427054573</id><published>2008-07-16T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:07:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save the cheerleader, save the world.</title><content type='html'>FOUR DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in ages I woke up especially early just to take public transport ALL THE WAY TO SCHOOL. Alright, so I admit you guys will probably think I'm some sheltered idiot who gets to hop aboard the father / mother express every single day, but that's where you're wrong Wrong WRONG. See lah wenting. I really did reach school before 830am just so I could meet you earlier! Oh and because there was quite alot of time before dazu started, wenting priscilla and I went to peep at all our class photos which were sitting innocently in the classtrays. STEWPID FORMAL SAMPLE ONE. I'm the only idiot who HALF closed my eyes in the photo. BLAST IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazu was quite............. strange.&lt;br /&gt;and extremely messy for dizi, probably because koh was still sick at home D: and we were extremely bored during molou because we never got the 5/8 beat part until very much later. So xinyi anqi brenda wenting and I mugged during molou. The Molou Muggers. ahahaha. brenda was reading some strange and cheem DNA stuff, wenny did some chinese paper which I totally got a headache from reading, xinyi was reading some bestseller, anqi annotating Merchant of Venic and me poring over a colossal stack of readings on gender identity. For english. Diaoz. We saw this weird thing which came from a home econs textbook in the '50s, on &lt;em&gt;How to be a Good Wife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were super disgusted after reading it. It makes women seem like all they do is live for their husbands and suck up to them. THANK THE GOOD LORD GOD I WASN'T BORN YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jellybeans! We were all going high and feeling extremely tempted by my JellyBelly jellybeans, so we decided to do our concert tradition- B_ _ _ _ _ _ FLAVOUR GUESSING. Each of us has three guesses, and on the day of concert we'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who wins! The loser gets to display their very own passport-sized, high resolution photo of wls on their score files! Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper lunch with simei, yixin and lingyan. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing was that after eating out with simei the bao, her sister the laobao started sms-ing me all the way through my horribly bumping bus ride, and the moment I arrived home I was greeted with a wonderful phonecall from none other than bao. This is turning out to be a very bao-filled day. ^^  &lt;--- typical bao smiley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I DID LOTS OF MATH. Now to draw up geog peetee and sleep. Till dazu tomorrow then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4571775987427054573?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4571775987427054573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4571775987427054573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4571775987427054573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4571775987427054573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/save-cheerleader-save-world.html' title='save the cheerleader, save the world.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4128852174905819494</id><published>2008-07-15T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:26:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get well soon (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REPLY TAGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lingyan, jiahe: &lt;/span&gt;thankyou! (: all the best for concert too you guys. And thanks lingyan for your affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;xiaohan!: &lt;/span&gt;LOL! then you should visit our chuiguan blog (and mine!) more often okay! And yes heheh I have a knack for cracking people up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kiwi!!: &lt;/span&gt;IMA GONNA KILL YOU KIKKOMAN CHANKIWI! Heehee. I know you miss me. I miss you too!!! And thanks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;valsoh and wilzz! : &lt;/span&gt;you two gourmets tag around the same time one. Valsoh I can lend you jobros CD lah, then you lend me fall out boy! Love my moose! And willette. EGO-ING IS MY BUSINESS. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jass the marsiling DONKEY! : &lt;/span&gt;HRRRRUMPH DONKEY. I AM SMARTER THAN YOU. I'm a crazy horse! Heh heh. Five days to concert leh. Go polish your erhu! and i know you saved your hands, I SAVED MY BREATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;argh no my dear ASL is &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;! What in the world have you been doing lah you, hurryup rest well and seriously GET WELL SOON KOH :) because chuiguan needs you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrrrrrrrrumph i think today was very strange. Strange in the gourmet sort of way? Went to school to do chem pt, realised that we didn't have many materials but ahwell I still feel it was quite productive 'cause we managed to formulate our ultra-secret super murder mystery (after spending almost an hour sprawled on the foyer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chem pt we decided that we should stop moping around in the lab and get our butts to Art Friend to buy materials for chem pt, and my jigsaw puzzle for geog pt. AND THE NGEEANN CITY BRANCH DIDN'T HAVE WHAT WE NEEDED :X But I got my materials anyway, thanks to valsoh the crazy moose who helped me search for &lt;em&gt;economy-class&lt;/em&gt; cardboard! (:&lt;br /&gt;We totally squabbled for a long time because we couldn't decide whether we should listen to willette and eat macs/food court, or go ahead with the MAJORITY and eat our mosburger. Clever willette thought of yoshinoya, and since there was a pretty good student meal, we had an hour-or-so-long lunch there. Catching up and crapping about our horrifying experiences at OBS. And GOURMET-APPROVED MALE PARTNERS : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we wanted to go to the 12th Craziest Toy Sale at the atrium but it wasn't open! Then on the way to the washroom we met our PE teacher- no wait, our relief PE teacher. Who is veryveryveryveryvery nice. :) Which prompted willette dorcas and I to do our spastic EDNA MMMMMMMMODE chant which always freaks valsoh out these days. We MODE too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell so soundly asleep in the bus that I didn't see wenting's smses, some people's calls, the "bus stopping" alarm thing, and the nicenice music I was listening to. And so when I woke up because the uncle sitting behind me sort of bumped my seat by accident, I had a shock because I had missed &lt;strong&gt;two stops&lt;/strong&gt;. Argh. Shall never sleep in the bus again. Had to walk home all the way from Safra, but I don't mind 'cause I'll be walking home like that anyway next year when I take the bus home from RJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, blogging because I have a pressing urge to blog, and because reading donkey's blog makes me feel like blogging (and I should really sleep by 11pm), and because bao's talking to me for the 14577998945346479879/595314th time on msn. I literally live, sleep and breathe bao now. Sounds wrong but true. I guess third lang, chuiguan and concert really made me find unbelievably nice friends in so manymany people. People like bao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five days to concert. Five days to brandishing david the lovely shiny gaosuo for the world (or at least an 800+ strong audience) to see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my reign of chuiguan SL will soon be over. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4128852174905819494?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4128852174905819494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4128852174905819494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4128852174905819494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4128852174905819494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-well-soon.html' title='get well soon (:'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-585142225257580582</id><published>2008-07-14T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:08:11.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEE MEAD! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Before moving on to get on with geog peetee, i am dreadfully high and will now proclaim my new-found love for LEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MEAD! :D&lt;br /&gt;eheheheheheh. he's pro. really pro to get the lead for Joseph! :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so any guy who's charming, isn't fat or obnoxious, can sing Joseph and is pretty nice, will TOTALLY make their way into a special place in my msn nick. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too bad. davidcook will just have to share that place with leemead now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun-er than usual, probably because kenneth went to church with us and we got perpetually high during lunch and throughout the car ride home. Crazy kenneth taitai and your crazy stories of supposed prank calls and BULLS. *mental images of bulls charging around the school begin to form*&lt;br /&gt;So kenneth, THEY are hoping that THEY can see HIM soon, because THEY had loads and loads of fun with HIM and really missed HIM very much. It's been nearly a year lah you, and you grew- what, to 1.78m already? I AM SHORT. Heh heh. Good times, my taitai friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass emailed chuiguan last night. Hope leaves an impression, or trigger some extra committment to practising or something. Dang, my whole week's eaten up by chem, the stupid survey thing we came back to do for just FIFTEEN MINUTES today, and CO, CO, CO, and more CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that I found a donkey on msn last night. &gt; :D reminiscing 'bout concert '06 (and how I was totally NOT there) and SYF, and our standard. Gawsh I do miss SYF period, it was truckloads of fun. Everything I enjoy is fun- but then again, who doesn't enjoy fun? At least thanks to hrrrrrrrumphing donkey who happens to be a certain xianyue SL helped me complete (nearly) my concert '08 playlist!&lt;br /&gt;Six days to concert. I suppose our hongloumeng will never sound as sad or heartwarming as it did with the mind-blowingly proded people in 06, but we can still create our own standard. A good one, of course. Exclusive to us. heh heh. :) It is nice to reminisce once in a while, as long as you get to sleep before 11.30pm. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX DAYS TO CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;AND LEEMEAD IS COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-585142225257580582?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/585142225257580582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=585142225257580582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/585142225257580582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/585142225257580582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/lee-mead-3.html' title='LEE MEAD! &lt;3'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7820526462120014935</id><published>2008-07-12T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:15:43.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music appreciation.</title><content type='html'>Heh heh was today fun? Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda didn't want to go for CO because I was so darned tired, but got dragged out of bed anyway. We were moping about for almost half an hour outside the needlework room, then settled costumes and everything in there. THE CHANGING PART WAS FREAKY. don't ask why. Phew. at least the M pants is a bit baggy for me. WHICH GIVES ME REASSURANCE THAT I AM NOT FAT. WHOOPEEDOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTK came for dazu. It was kinda amusing 'coz I met him outside Jblock and bowed to him with my gao and zhong shaopians (those reed-like bamboo things) spilling out of my mouth, and he half-bowed back. :] Good thing we managed to do almost all the dazu songs today, and um jiali and boss came back too! (: jiaqian xinyi anqi and I were stoning during one of the songs when we saw two dark figures moving about outside the classroom, then when we realised it was them jiaqian and I started shouting like stupid fangirls. Heh heh. Went lunching with a jiali and bao and xiaohan and xiaohan's friend and nina and a whole bunch of dizi people at lido, where we amazingly managed to get three tables back to back. Old people's table, crazy people's table and neutral young-er people's table.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dang. I owe jiali money for subway : O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhrurh after lunch simei and I rushed back to school, where we were running to catch the bus with a earphone in one of our ears, and my earphones got caught in between the pole at the entrance of the bus. We are terrible. Then we sort of high-ed back, met poor daji people whose KFC order still hadn't arrived yet after almost an hour, and did stuff with backstage + the concert emcees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I KNOW HOW TO PLAY THE 5/8 PART OF MOLOU, SO I'M A 5/8 PERSON &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha because nicole, bao, cassandra and I were having some sort of instrument exchange thing, all three attempted to play DAVID my lovely shiny handsome little gaosuo, and nic taught me the 5/8 pai part which is extremely addictive (for non-dyb people). But suona shall forever be my love. wait- that sounds very wrong. (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andthenandthen daddy took mum and i to paragon to eat starbucks. Love the food. Cost wise it's still alright, because the food really is so darn good. We spent forever trying to buy CDs, so I bought XIAOJINGTENG'S NEW ALBUM and jonas brothers. WHOOPEEDOO. next target= yangzhongwei's album and daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;so today is a happy day. besides the fact that i have to mug. hahaha. YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7820526462120014935?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7820526462120014935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7820526462120014935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7820526462120014935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7820526462120014935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-appreciation.html' title='music appreciation.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5431215937246551313</id><published>2008-07-12T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:42:22.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little midnight fantasy.</title><content type='html'>Oh well, since it's just about five minutes or so to midnight, and officially EIGHT MORE DAYS to concert '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. One whole week of sleeping at 1.30am, toiling all the way through math, trying not to nod off during certain (boring) lessons, and meeting simei my wonderful bao-friend online practically every single night and almost every single hour of the day to discuss concert issues. Like our programme booklet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHICH IS OFFICIALLY DONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brandishes a bottle of strong vodka*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some helluva roller coaster ride these days, programmebooklet and tshirt and tickets not going right and all. Suppose yesterday was one of those very rare days &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(besides Chinese new year, as i've lamented &lt;em&gt;countless &lt;/em&gt;times about some cousin who irritates me to no end)&lt;/span&gt; where I genuinely felt angry and desperate. If bao and koh hadn't saved me halfway through.... aish. So many mistakes and so little U-turns. Kind of like everything happening back to back was making me crumble inside, as if the heart was being overturned and squeezed hard at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Mrahahahar. Probably the first time dingding saw me pissed/unusually emo, because I didn't smile when I came back into the xiaozu room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think, next to prayer, the second best thing to do when you're pissed is to turn up the daughtry + davidcook playlist and sleep the grudges away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmhmm but 90% of the problems are dead and gone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was rather enjoyable, considering that there was no chinese and philo. Not that I loathe those subjects, but they really are a bore. All four gourmets managed to plan out the entire chem PT today at the lab with the help of free filter paper, and the nasty bottle of fermented apple juice (dorcas' special APPLE CIDER +_=) . Somehow I've got this feeling gourmet'll survive this &lt;em&gt;perfectly terrible &lt;/em&gt;week, especially since wil dorcas and I have waded our way out of the great big saikang swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ten minutes past minight.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty weird, but listening to willpanweibo at night is almost therapeutic. And you cannot listen to all the songs, you have to listen to two or three particular panweibo songs, lie on the bed and lock the iPod before you kill your eardrums by accidentally rubbing against the clickwheel. And then i just find myself drifting off to a midnight fantasy.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's my midnight fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. going up to panweibo at his concert / public event and telling him that i can play loads of his nice songs on the piano. OKAY WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. not that i'm horribly &lt;em&gt;cheena &lt;/em&gt;or anything, but I shall not be embarrassed to say that I have more than five CO songs on my playlist. I think two of them are last year's syf pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK TO LAST YEAR (but not to last year's math lessons which were total bummer) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gourmet. you three people seriously make it alot easier to understand math. And the very assurance that there are friends who'll offer you help all the way. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuiguan WILL pwn concert. Despite our terrible tendency to go horribly off pitch. I know I'm picky about pitch, but ohwell I s'pose that's good in a way. Butbut I still wish I weren't like the oldest batch in school. I so wish I could teleport back to when I could just scurry off from dazu/xiaozu with jiaqian and chew, without having to worry about what would happen when we got back. Not having to have so much headache over our pitch, or collating orders, concert tickets and money, attendance, shirts, &lt;em&gt;discipline, &lt;/em&gt;etc. Deep down you just wish you weren't the one in charge &lt;em&gt;all the time &lt;/em&gt;I s'pose. Ahwell. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5431215937246551313?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5431215937246551313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5431215937246551313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5431215937246551313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5431215937246551313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-midnight-fantasy.html' title='a little midnight fantasy.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7769192121155401424</id><published>2008-07-10T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:49:35.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfffffffft</title><content type='html'>pfffffffffft this is so darned irritating.&lt;br /&gt;YOU have no reason to just change your mind like the weather in some weird dodo rainforest etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. my face is getting hot.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO DARN FRIGGIN FRUSTRATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray for a miracle. : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7769192121155401424?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7769192121155401424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7769192121155401424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7769192121155401424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7769192121155401424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/pfffffffft.html' title='pfffffffft'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6234466666083247551</id><published>2008-07-07T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:30:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bao comes to play!</title><content type='html'>*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;bao's coming to do PROGRAMME BOOKLET MRRRAHAHAHAHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay things i MuSt do today!&lt;br /&gt;1) SS powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;2) Programme booklet test print&lt;br /&gt;3) Chuida shirt quotation + enquiry&lt;br /&gt;4) Piano&lt;br /&gt;5) Random math stuff&lt;br /&gt;6) Start planning materials for geog PT + drawing&lt;br /&gt;7) STUDY FOR BIO SPA BIO SPA BIO SPA. ARGHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally going to blow up soon.&lt;br /&gt;WITH EXCITEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;because baomeili's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........... random people from my section who get to read this post are gonna be utterly stupefied.&lt;br /&gt;+_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6234466666083247551?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6234466666083247551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6234466666083247551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6234466666083247551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6234466666083247551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/bao-comes-to-play.html' title='bao comes to play!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-192984656025008085</id><published>2008-07-03T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:47:37.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ordeal.</title><content type='html'>My daily schedule is tighter than the old brown pants I used to wear to math tuition in primary 6.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I got quite alot of readings done, and the nasty math assignments xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MUCH TO DO SO MUCH TO DOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Especially for concert programme booklet. On the bright side, we're nearly, nearly done with the programme booklet and done-o with script so that's one more thing off my (and prog booklet comm's) chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me recount a very painfully hair-raising ordeal this evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOST MY WALLET. for the very first time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom was at this syf guzheng concert @ esplanade, so i had to take bus home after xiaozu. Not that I didn't mind, but my hands were totally full. yuyue and I were laughing at the photos in my camera when we realised that 105 was already stopping at the bus stop, so we screamed, frantically kept the camera, picked up the granola bar that fell out of my bag, and charged for the bus. Totally hilarious, but we SHOULD be embarrassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ezlink card had only a miserable TEN CENTS left so I went to top up my card, and while queueing for the bus at the interchange I realised MY WALLET WAS NOT WITH ME. Just before I stepped up the bus. The next fifteen minutes were total hell and panic attacks which could have killed me if it continued on. Ran to two counters at the MRT station but didn't find my precious old wallet, attempted to retrace my steps but realised that my wallet could not have fallen on the escalator, then finally retrieved it at the office just next to where I was supposed to board my bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this day on, I shall never, ever keep my eyes (and hands and nose and other bodyparts) away from my wallet. And I will never, ever top up my ezlink card while carrying my schoolbag and a huge plastic bag full of books, tissue and a suona in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart still palpitates with unrest at the thought that I almost, ALMOST lost my wallet. Even though it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;pretty old and battered (the velcro's peeling off). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of story. I'm so tired : /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-192984656025008085?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/192984656025008085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=192984656025008085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/192984656025008085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/192984656025008085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/07/ordeal.html' title='the ordeal.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7323668806962446066</id><published>2008-06-30T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:08:43.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get a move on.</title><content type='html'>Grarrrh I seriously need to get a move on. Okay, so CO saikang is more or less over, except the final quotation for both prog booklet and chuida shirt, sometimes getting caught up in all these stuff just makes me wonder whether I made the right choice of agreeing to become chuiguan SL, especially after realising how much time and sleep the job can actually cost you. Oh well. Still, it's kinda fun, and chuiguan is relatively cooperative, so that makes it alot easier and happier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be sleeping now, but I just feel like asking myself so many questions that I doubt I myself would be able to answer completely 100% truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop getting caught up in things and catch the focus back. Like in Sec One. I suppose as you grow older life gets very much more complicated, and even though it doesn't seem like it there are things that are forever like 20-tonne weights that weigh your heart down and sometimes make them plummet deeper and deeper when the weights pile up on top of each other.... Until one day, your heartstrings snap and you go totally berserk and wild with a kind of fury that even you yourself can't understand..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.... Just need to work on getting focused, I guess. : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7323668806962446066?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7323668806962446066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7323668806962446066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7323668806962446066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7323668806962446066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-move-on.html' title='get a move on.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4888159964404184449</id><published>2008-06-22T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:30:18.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SF42NYOOZyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/65QsW4qFV4w/s320/gay+moose.JPG'/><title type='text'>ladeeda.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. I'm joining a singing competition.&lt;div&gt;-______ - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pulls on the biggest blank face in the world*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so it's not a singing competition. more like songwriting, with valsoh and cheryl and the other yme groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly feel very compelled to blog here, even though I haven't got anything particularly interesting to share. Just that uh... if any CO person reads this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;because CO is lacking in funds...... PLEASE DONATE YOUR FIVEDOLLARS FOR A BETTER, MORE COLOURFUL AND PRESENTABLE 16-PAGE CONCERT PROGRAMME BOOKLET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously. We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;don't want all that blood progbooklet comm (esp bao and me) coughed out so many late nights to go to waste. I even collected the blood in a bucket and it's with Bob the Builder for safekeeping and some day I will use that blood to make smoothies. Alright no, this is getting way too morbid. Hmmmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your money can go a very long way- it gives us a chance to publish a much nicer and more meaningful memento of concert'08!  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SF42NYOOZyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/65QsW4qFV4w/s320/gay+moose.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my moose! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4888159964404184449?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4888159964404184449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4888159964404184449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4888159964404184449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4888159964404184449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/06/ladeeda.html' title='ladeeda.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SF42NYOOZyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/65QsW4qFV4w/s72-c/gay+moose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3371095317063256217</id><published>2008-06-19T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:56:19.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be your long-haired lover from liverpool!</title><content type='html'>ZOMG the past few days have been totally cooooooooooool!&lt;div&gt;*opens champagne again!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday- the secret stuff valsoh wilz and i were doing- a baking mission. Sort of baked an edible, rather tasty but totally diabetic cake. The decorations were kind of crazy because the icing kept dribbling down to the table or collecting in a small hole in the middle of the cake. But it turned out nice in the end, thanks to OUR superb skills : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story? never put all your trust into a cookbook for very young children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after we baked we had pizza lunch and played Wii for like goodness-knows-how-long. Had loads of fun with those miis (the little people you create and use as players in the games). *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUESDAY- CO again, again, again............................ but it was quite okay i guess. :) after that i went out with simei yuyue and stacey for lunch. me and yuyue had pepperlunch cravings, so the other two bought da-baoed KFC and ate together with us. :) talked about alot of stuff, like our first impressions of each other and CO people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was RS. recording! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN RUSHED OFF TO WATCH THE OSMONDS CONCERT :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....... right, so I was probably one of the youngest 5% of the audience, but who cares anyway, they're really good! My parents and gugu were such ardent fans that I kind of grew up with their music although it was ages and ages ago, and I liked it. So I went to watch concert with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAHAHAHA the marie part was so hilarious, I was practically dying there and shaking the chair so much. We all were I guess. The guy in the audience was so cute and blur! We think he won't ever be able to sleep at night ever again. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then during intermission my aunt kept wanting to go to the side barriers to try and catch a glimpse or maybe even shout at one of the osmonds, but no way, there was already this huge bunch of crazy people crowding around there and they eventually got chased off. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whendonnyosmondcameoutInearlynearlynearlywetmyself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE HE SANG MY FAVOURITEST SONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not using proper english now due to fatigue from finishing that crazy titanic compre, but never mind. I LOVE THAT CONCERT TO BITS AND PIECES MAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh gosh CO tomorrow AGAIN. and it's until 7pm. good luck to me (and for doing all the saikang haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3371095317063256217?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3371095317063256217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3371095317063256217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3371095317063256217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3371095317063256217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-be-your-long-haired-lover-from.html' title='i&apos;ll be your long-haired lover from liverpool!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5732443191593636737</id><published>2008-06-16T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:53:00.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp chuiguan :D</title><content type='html'>So i'm back from CO camp (and a very long while since i've blogged, i just realised). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days before camp went to watch Prince Caspian, zomg it was SUPER GOOD. Kinda reminded me of LOTR the two towers, 'coz of the trees that came alive and the whole battle. Where I kept my fingers dug right into my ear throughout the entire battle scenes because it was so thrilling, ahahaha. Very good show. Worth the money. ZOMG EDMUND AND PRINCE CASPIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN are so hawt. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gross. I sneezed and an entire mouthful of oatmeal flew all over my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep and then camp was totally fun! Two whole days (plus one quarter of the day before) being together with the instruments and chuiguan = havoc. Pracs were pretty satisfying, especially 'coz now JJL and the other pieces like molou are more or less better, at least for my section I suppose. AND WE SETTLED CHUIDA SHIRTZZZZ.  *breaks open champagne*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah I think one of the best things in camp was doing mad stuff with chuiguan and simei wenting and yuyue. While three of us were showering, the automatic lights suddenly went off and we started screaming like hell. And then yuyue was like "Eh quick hurry up everybody stamp the floor!" but the lights didn't go on. So um wenny did a very chivalrous (yes, chivalrous) thing which I shall not say, but that really made the lights go back on for the rest of our bath. *pops more champagne*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIGHTTIME. We were probably the last to finish dinner cos we were first to shower, but anyway the food was so uneatable (just an opinion, you know i'm a fusspot) that I took extremely long to finish it while watching abit of TV. Three of us went walking around the entire track in the dark, with nothing but a torchlight. But there wasn't anything- or at least we thought there wasn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"don't look at the banana tree whatever you do, DON'T look at the banana tree!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KOIZORA was so very cliche, but very, very sad anyway. All of them predicted I'd cry and I really did. So did the rest, except koh haha but that's an expected exception. The last 20 minutes of the show was tissue-filled, I must have sobbed all over chewlin. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to wash up, and just as we exited the toilet, the lights all the way at the other end of the corridor suddenly went off and the sudden darkness totally scared us. We actually didn't plan to run off but we all ended up screaming and running away, and the scurrying lizard at the stairwell didn't help either. As we were reaching the hall we saw a couple of dark figures bobbing up and down at the stairs leading to the hall, and we were so shocked but actually it was just daji. O_o In the middle of the night wenting and I went to the foyer to play piano and stare at the old principals' portraits. Only Buckle's eyes seem to be moving. The rest seemed to be laughing at the way we attempted to play the si shou lian tan from Secret. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to take seeeeecret photos of chuiguan (and a bit of dorcas nina and clara) sleeping at 3.30am, where me yuyue and wenting sort of decided to give up after sleeping through the alarm, but I went on with it anyway because simei was trying to wake me up. Everyone seemed to sleep face down. How they do it, I have absolutely NO IDEA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning was pretty much the crappiest for me 'coz my sinus was acting up really badly, I couldn't sleep the night before, I spilled milo all over the table and I think the CO shirts were rather large for most of the section. :( as a result got very snappy and depressed in the morning until simei and I went to go time cello and xianyue's qizou, which was alot more fun than sitting around moping about how disgustingly lousy you are at managing your life, estimating people's shirt sizes and balancing a cup of milo. Yep lunch the food was uneatable again, I guess I barely ate during the camp, which is good because mummy thinks I have slimmed down a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: MY (sec one and two) JUNIORS HAVE YET TO FIND OUT THE JOY OF HAVING GUYS AS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;.  tsktsktsk. children nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dazu was stonefest, kind of like when we were doing liang feng back last year because suona had no parts until 154 bars later. And wanglaoshi kept doing the first 154 bars for about one hour plus, so basically anqi just stoned, tried not to fall asleep despite my constant assurance that it's okay to sleep if there's eons to go before suona's parts. And wenting jiaqian and I just stoned, talked alot of nonsense, played three-way pepsi cola (where we all pwned jiaqian), did all sorts of weird hairstyles on each other, and took loads and loads of secret photos of people. Okay that's toupai, in other words, but that sounds so un-valteoishly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cheena, &lt;/span&gt;so I won't use that word. So anyway we took candid photos of cello people dozing off on the cellos, dinglaoshi sleeping with the stuffed ducky next to him, the other instructors, etc. I have no idea why we could amuse ourselves with the camera for such a long time. Thankfully our part came after goodness-knows-when, and after molou ahboss came back :DDDD ohwell the rest of dazu was alot more fun, can show off all the disgustingly high notes in qin wang and tianshan to ahboss who claims she has gone even higher, and during hongloumeng the three of us were so caught up in our friendly tussle over who would play the high solo part that we totally MISSED it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc etc alot more fun stuff, but i suppose overall it was a really good camp. The most fun I've had in the hols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES. __________ COMING TO ______________.  &gt;: D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5732443191593636737?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5732443191593636737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5732443191593636737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5732443191593636737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5732443191593636737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp-chuiguan-d.html' title='camp chuiguan :D'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6842279334355214570</id><published>2008-06-09T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:10:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;reply tags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voony! haha thankyou (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yixin! coolz, really feel alot better now that i have ehh someone to relate to! :D aiyah :D guess i was feeling abit down bout it lah, but it's okay, ONE DAY I SHALL BE SKINNY-ER. :D &lt;3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leng! im free next tuesday, wanna go out? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to those revolting blobs of fat hanging on my body like mismatched christmas ornaments........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt; &lt;span style="';font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:black;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You Are Destined to Be Thin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudestinedtobeoverweightquiz/weight-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Even if you aren't thin right now, you have great habits that will ensure you're thin for most of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great relationship with food and eating. Don't change a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedtobeoverweightquiz/"&gt;Are You Destined To Be Overweight?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:24px;"&gt;HAH. IN YOUR FACE. &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/11116157-6842279334355214570?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6842279334355214570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6842279334355214570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6842279334355214570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6842279334355214570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/06/hah.html' title='HAH.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8916961901097066574</id><published>2008-06-07T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:26:47.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weight thing.</title><content type='html'>i need nice legs, i can no longer stand being fat. &lt;div&gt;can you give me nice legs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you take away my fats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE ??? : O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a fat girl, and if I could turn back time, I'd have rejected all those ice creams restaurant treats cheesy cheesy icky gooey food AND GOING LIKE FOUR ROUNDS ON A BUFFET. ew. I hate my fat stage, in pri5, that was probably the time where I absolutely looked the WORST, big everywhere, my sharp chin almost completely round, my arms stocky, spare tyres concealed behind those baggy shirts, and STRAIGHT STOCKY FAT LEGS WITH NO SHAPE AT ALL. Everytime I stare at that photo of me during pri5 prize presentation i'm like ZOMG WAS I THAT STUPID AND GREEDY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, perhaps I have gone considerably far, my legs in a much better shape than ever before and at least it's got alot more muscle than blasted wobbling fat. And i'm happy with my entire torso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST THE STUPID WOBBLING THIGHS- Stop wobbling for goodness sake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me desperate, but y'know, i can't help getting this stinging, aching longing when I see skinny people endowed with skinny genes and high metabolic rates, and it aches even more, honestly, when all three of your very best friends have that privilege to die for. Fast food, maggi mee, snacks at home, three proper meals, not an regular (i.e. three times a week) kind of exercise routine, and would you look at that, they're all so skinny. Yes you people are skinny despite the suan-ing at home. *grins*. Okay wait why am I grinning. Normally when friends come we actually have to go to the supermarket and buy snacks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just for the occasion&lt;/span&gt;, because our family doesn't eat that kind of thing, unless if you count oat crackers and very rarely, prawn crackers or corntos. And i've never drunk a full glass of cow's milk in my entire life 'coz i used to be seriously lactose intolerant, didn't know how soda tasted like till I was 7 'coz of coughs, rarely eat fries, etc etc etc. I could go rambling on and on about this, but up to this point i'm kind of at a very low tolerance for my fatness. Rotund, big, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasantly plump, &lt;/span&gt;whatever, they mean the same thing. Not that anyone has said I'm fat before, except the chinese physician who helped me do tui1 na2 two years back. I suppose it was a very, very wrong move to comment how much meat I had, because after that I never returned despite my church being right above that clinic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is why I am NOT going to see the family chiropractor until my size gets reduced. I am phobic, too afraid sometimes to face the horrible truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this blog, especially with such long and whiny posts, is getting increasingly and nastily self-centered. Gone are the days where it's just, "Oh, today I had geog and it was fun. But I couldn't understand math lesson so I was very bothered." or "lol. CO today was so fun. We act like human metronomes for the gaosuo people doing liang feng, lol. hahaha. heehee." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's 'cause I'm realizing reality? Like being dunked in a colossal abyss of icy water and being pulled out of it suddenly- the stinging sensation just lingers on and shocks you for days and many more days to come. Don't get me wrong, I think I have a rather steady self-esteem. It's just the sheer frustration that makes me grit my teeth as type this now, and wanting so badly to at least shed alot of fat without resorting to extremely dangerous means. Rest assured I'll never do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Gina's losing faith in what she knows&lt;br /&gt;Hates her music, hates all of her clothes&lt;br /&gt;Thinks of surgery and a new nose; every calorie's a war&lt;br /&gt;And while she wishes she was a dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And that she never heard of cancer&lt;br /&gt;She wishes God would give her some answers&lt;br /&gt;And make her feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling low &lt;br /&gt;And I remember losing hope&lt;br /&gt;And I remember all the feelings&lt;br /&gt;And the day they stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are all innocent&lt;br /&gt;We are all innocent, we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are all innocent&lt;br /&gt;We are all innocent, we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you'll have to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to let it go, no&lt;br /&gt;One day, you'll stand up on your own&lt;br /&gt;You'll stand up on your own, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Remember losing hope&lt;br /&gt;Remember feeling low&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are all innocent&lt;br /&gt;We are all innocent, we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are all innocent&lt;br /&gt;We are all innocent, we are, we are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-WeAreAllInnocent- OLP / david cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(not that i'm exactly like the woman in the song, but the calorie part is so painfully true.)&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/11116157-8916961901097066574?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8916961901097066574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8916961901097066574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8916961901097066574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8916961901097066574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-nice-legs-i-can-no-longer-stand.html' title='the weight thing.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-2751095372400164575</id><published>2008-06-06T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:00:47.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>power to biking and friendz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, I just realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;habba happy birthday boss! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just came back from a super-long super-fun biking trip with yiying :D &lt;div&gt;cycled probably half of the whole eastcoastpark, parked our bikes somewhere and went to sit on the rocks where we looked very, very (mistakenly) emo. And did our fair share of camwhoring for nearly an hour. Then we lunched at subway, and went shopping at parkway for a little while where i bought a certain gourmet's present (EHEHEHEHEH.) Shall upload the pics :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a bit sunburnt (but not as bad as HCI interaction that time) from the cycling, gawsh it was just a little while under the sun. What's the world coming to, I wonder. And yiying didn't even get burnt a teensy bit. :O my skin must be made of tofu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yiying you rock. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i love the songs davidcook sang for Idol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-2751095372400164575?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/2751095372400164575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=2751095372400164575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2751095372400164575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2751095372400164575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-to-biking-and-friendz.html' title='power to biking and friendz.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6362954233373923640</id><published>2008-05-31T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:55:27.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary day!</title><content type='html'>Today was ultra-super-fun, except for the sucky bickering about the wireless connection just now. oops.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never realised how nice s'pore was until dad and I took mum for a planned surprise (not really) lunch to celebrate their um 22yrs since they got each other wedding rings. In other words, an anniversary. We blindfolded mum and made her wear sunglasses on top of that, and when we reached mtfaber there was no place to park so dad and I went one entire round up, down and back up the mountain again because we missed a turning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MOCKTAILS (and my parents).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mocktail was nice, think it was the first mocktail i'd ever tried. Shirley Temple mocktail. yummy. the restaurant was kind of small, there were only a couple of tables, but nearly the whole place's made of glass so you can see the cable cars and everything below. WOW. the food rocked so much, especially the soup and chocolate mousse. Super expensive, but totally worth it I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we took cable car to sentosa, then took back to harbourfront where we went off shopping at vivocity for a while. Must go back there again with yiying the shopping queen or gourmet maybe, 'coz there are so many shops my parents wouldn't exactly be interested in going but are in actual fact REALLY INTERESTING to us. heh. But since today's their special day, I guess they had the time of their life 'coz it's been a long while (um, since I came to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this school&lt;/span&gt;) since the three of us managed to spend an entire day together being happy and carefree and such. I'm glad we're a family. Yay for today (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cable cars made me realise how phobic I am of so many things. death, heights, lightning, balloons popping, loud noises, the dark, food mixing (i.e. carrots must not touch curry chicken), detachment, bees. I should become Monk (the guy on starworld. go watch). But nah some of 'em aren't adverse fears, except the my fear of bees and balloons. The best way to kill me is to put me on the top of a very high building, blow up twenty balloons and release a swarm of bees to pop the balloons. I'll jump off the building first. Even mum thinks I've sort of changed alot, I mean, the last time we sat the cablecars dad and I were shaking the whole cablecar like crazy, but when I went on it today I was digging my fingernails into dad's trousers everytime the cable car started shaking. Is that a sign of growing up? When you understand more about life, and when you've lived it longer, you develop more fears. I wonder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And surprisingly, math isn't one of my phobias. It has never been, I guess.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6362954233373923640?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6362954233373923640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6362954233373923640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6362954233373923640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6362954233373923640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/anniversary-day.html' title='anniversary day!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5684796073728774607</id><published>2008-05-31T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:17:27.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>box you cellulite, box you.</title><content type='html'>hate being fat, and not having &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough &lt;/span&gt;drive to do something about it. &lt;div&gt;come on octeo you can do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from now on, no more bite-size chocolates at home, no more crackers. no more eating corntos when math gets in your way. get the butt up and exercise more. don't get lazy on the workouts. don't eat fast food. don't eat fast food, no matter what. don't eat fast food. eat subway, don't eat the chocolate flavoured cookies. stop complaining and wishing and whining because things never work that way. don't eat so much rice at night. don't eat fried dumplings frm stall 2 more than once a week. don't touch samosas unless you need something to cheer you up. don't buy milo. don't eat any other ice cream except soya ice cream. practise suona while standing up instead of sitting down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ABOVE ALL, CONTROL YOURSELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have everything it takes to lose the fat, except the one thing you lack- determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly a food addict. It's just my nature that I don't like the taste of any sort of dessert- that means no ice kacang, no cheng tng, no bobochacha or whatever. Except cheesecake though, my great big stumbling block (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, I don't even eat real ice cream on a regular basis. And I hate most excessively sweet stuff, I hate chocolate, I don't like eating biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fat frustrates me to no end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;why does it take me every ounce of effort- or even going beyond that, to the point of extremity, just to lose those pounds, just to get into shape? Face it- without shape, life's gonna be loads harder, 'specially if you're female. and why are some able to eat anything without feeling guilty, without even exercising, and without getting fat? Tell me! TELL ME! &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/11116157-5684796073728774607?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5684796073728774607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5684796073728774607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5684796073728774607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5684796073728774607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/box-you-cellulite-box-you.html' title='box you cellulite, box you.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-2037859852195296001</id><published>2008-05-29T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:23:19.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the umpteenth quiz.</title><content type='html'>Phewz. Now that the juhuatai scores thing has been settled (WANGMAMA HAD BETTER THANK ME PROPERLY), now for some fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Umpteenth Random Personality Quiz Which Is Still Very Enjoyable (koped frm yixin!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1) Last Person/People you hung out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Liyana (: if you count having macs breakfast and going to math clinic with someone as "hanging out". If not then that'll be GOURMET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Last Person/People you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;Gourmet! wil dorcas valsoh and i went free-movie-ing at lido yesterday (IRONMAN!) and last week (MADEofHONOUR!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Last Person/People you went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;Gourmet again, 'coz we were shopping for b'day gifts at lido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Last person that made you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;All of the sec2 mad hatters- yuming xueling xinyi anqi and jiaqian my skinnybeany who assaulted me with tickles after dazu. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last Person you cried about?&lt;br /&gt;Four times for David Cook, because he won. &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last Person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Boss or ziyi a few hrs ago. One of them, cant remember leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last Person you commented?&lt;br /&gt;Ahma. :D as in, the ahma from xianyue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Ziyi, sticky, jiaqian, my daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A N S W E R. T R U T H F U L L Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes with a capital Y, i like ____, _____, ______, ________, and _______ . and DavidCook! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Moon, 'coz it tends to make me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Winter or fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Right. Wanna be a lefty like cookie and archie though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5.10 acquaintances or 2 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;2 best friends [but i have more &gt;: D meep meep]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;Rainy. 'Coz rain tends to make me wonder, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Neither. Both make me outrageously fat. Will eat 99% fat free orange sorbet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A B O U T. Y O U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9.13pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. What is your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie. DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Where do you want to live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Singapore. OR ICELAND, FOR A WHILE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;One or two. Or one and a half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. What will you name them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;David and Cook. okay just kidding. I don't see the point in thinking so far ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. When do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I know he truly loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Have you ever eaten spam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What's spam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Favourite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's and gelato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. want me to list the collection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Banana nut crunch, normal cornflakes, WaffleCrisp, SpecialK (something thats supposed to help reduce calorie intake), Froot Loops, some wafer-like cereal, etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;YES I DO COOK. &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh yeah seriously i do cook, but more like baking i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Snoozy-woozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I N. T H E. L A S T. 4 8. H O U R S. H A V E. Y O U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;parents lah. and by my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Prayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yeaaaaap (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yeaaaaap (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;When fari and i were hopelessly trying to work out the weird-o differentiation questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Missed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yeahhhhhh : O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Danced crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dont dance except on the ddr, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of times this year, and some more in front of alot of people (i.e. gourmet, classmates, teacher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Lied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;vaguely remember but white lies, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;RA N D O M. Q U E S T I O N S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm a good kid too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. When was the last time you went sleding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try playing the skiing game on Wii tomorrow, does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone but someone must be nearby in the next room or something. Don't like taupok-ing on the same bed/same room as other people, experienced that during gourmet bio pt sleepover last year. Apparently someone stepped on wil's and my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No, but am immensely thrilled by paranormal activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;:) there you go. now you know me.&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/11116157-2037859852195296001?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/2037859852195296001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=2037859852195296001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2037859852195296001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2037859852195296001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/umpteenth-quiz.html' title='the umpteenth quiz.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5247881602411244088</id><published>2008-05-29T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:24:40.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Horrors</title><content type='html'>Mmmmm so the holidays have begun.&lt;div&gt;Any thoughts? Loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far the past few days have been nothing but math clinic, RS (WHICH IS A GOOD THING!), piano, concert prep, math clinic, movie with gourmet, tuition, math clinic, CO. Pretty good, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of enjoy the feeling of getting a totally new hairdo, especially after rebonding my not-very-curly-but-still-quite-curly-nevertheless hair. Guess it was quite a good change, and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hairy&lt;/span&gt; comments from people are um STRANGE. but very amusing. Like how koh thinks I look as if i'm melting as a result of being dipped in strong acid, or how i look like SEAWEED and xueling &gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi but me is very, very confident that my abnormally straight, ironed-out fringe will curl back into its usual shape by the end of the holidays, just in time for photo taking. Right, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out with gourmet yesterday was superb :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to valsoh the moose's heavenly free movie tickets, we watched ironman! SUPERLY NICE SHOW. BUT THEN AGAIN WILL SOMEONE PLEASE WATCH PRINCE CASPIAN WITH ME? (: *there's time after CO on the 12th, hinthinthint!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I stink. This has just been a little skimpy summary of how I've kicked off the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just realised, today's thursday but there ain't no AmericanIdol to look forward to anymore.  &lt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5247881602411244088?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5247881602411244088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5247881602411244088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5247881602411244088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5247881602411244088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/holiday-horrors.html' title='Holiday Horrors'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8468719680977092184</id><published>2008-05-17T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:35:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MAKE WIND :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SC7eztpG5yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RZDLHV69k9I/s1600-h/Photo0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SC7eztpG5yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RZDLHV69k9I/s320/Photo0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201339599666210594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OF WHICH I AM VERY MUCH IN LOVE WITH RIGHT NOW :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8468719680977092184?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8468719680977092184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8468719680977092184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8468719680977092184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8468719680977092184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-make-wind.html' title='I MAKE WIND :)'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/SC7eztpG5yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RZDLHV69k9I/s72-c/Photo0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8054540229450431133</id><published>2008-05-17T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:44:05.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birdbrain rules the world</title><content type='html'>there must be something seriously wrong in my life.&lt;div&gt;there must be something(s) that's not going my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or for the matter of fact, not going in the way &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone &lt;/span&gt;would want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoulder-deep in a pile of manure (because i don't wish to swear).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;struggling, clamouring to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all i'm grasping at is air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;air, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing that sustains me but unfortunately probably fills 80% of my brain, therefore accounting for the gargantuan forehead i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should just go and join forces with the karang guni man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know where I went wrong, but am I ready to change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I ready to get up, keep my head on and start getting a move on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably my (academic) life lacks consistency, discipline, perseverance and a hint of luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is what I really, really, really am dying for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-wait. this isn't the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still will be blogging the normal happy impish octeo way, but as I've told people like valsoh for the umpteenth time, this person will be forced into social recluse mode (no msn except when urgent, and for only max 1hr) and the consequences for defying my own rules will be very, very, painful. self-administered punishment. It's not like I'm going to drop my entire social life or anything, just that I'll be alot stricter and harder on myself from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless and all the best to me. wheeheehee. DAVIDCOOK&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8054540229450431133?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8054540229450431133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8054540229450431133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8054540229450431133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8054540229450431133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/birdbrain-rules-world.html' title='birdbrain rules the world'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1459939595194798259</id><published>2008-05-10T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:44:35.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; goodbye doesn't mean forever</title><content type='html'>so yesterday was sort of like a potpourri of whirling emotions again? &lt;div&gt;Guess so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had quite an entertaining time during dazu today. *ahem* entertaining in a boring fashion. Since they were doing molou the entire time, we suona people were all boring ourselves to death at the prospect of waiting for another 150+ bars before we could actually play a single note. And when we actually got to our part, we totally skrewed it up because we had absolutely no idea when to come in. Probably even schubert wouldn't know when to come in if he were playing, how can anyone know when to come in if you have a score that's totally SPARTAN, save the title and a number of empty bars and performance directions, right up to the part where you start playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dingding and us had to ask the other sections and look at the zong pu  to try and find a little indication for our parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs with little suona parts suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like we're doing tajike for encore, whoopeedoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and um, on to the sad part of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we get so attached to people, we literally latch ourselves to them and live on our relationships with other people. And when you're forced to part your ways, or leave each other for good, life just whacks you on the head and you realise that it is your craving for acceptance, your hunger for eternal friendship, your love for being able to be with people... it just makes you so vulnerable... so terrified... of simply the thought of being away from them, not being able to see them for months, years, a lifetime, maybe even eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is what makes me a person, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my maid james left last night. So james seems the most unlikely name, but forget it, that's the only name I'll ever, ever want to remember her for the rest of my life. It's so sad to think that someone who's been around for years, listening to you ramble about such and such, or helping you remember things you might've misplaced around the house, watching late-night horror shows with you at night, laughing at  ____, wrestling and just being such a nice daily companion... is finally leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heart you, james, for being the one person at home whose age group is closest enough to me to be a real companion, and someone who understands stuff that sometimes parents just can't, or won't. Thankyou for wholeheartedly listening to my stories and sometimes draggy recounts of dreams till the end instead of cutting in to worry about electricity bills or why the char kway teow isn't fried well enough, for not grumbling about how "the music young punks listen to now are so noisy", for allowing me to scream when I get very excited, and really, above all, just for your company. You're more than just a maid, you're a real mate. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's so sad that you have to go, and maybe once you've settled your fuzzy problem back home you could come back and work with us again, you said you really want to do that next time. Whatever the case, I'll be waiting for you on your old bed with the radio (that has the worst reception on earth), the pink unicorn you won at Escape and your smelly orange blanket. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I posting your farewell message here when there's barely any cybercafes in your village?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't say you're sorry, because it's not really your fault that you have to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because goodbye doesn't have to mean forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:' )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1459939595194798259?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1459939595194798259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1459939595194798259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1459939595194798259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1459939595194798259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye-doesnt-mean-forever.html' title='&amp; goodbye doesn&apos;t mean forever'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7930153127124908352</id><published>2008-05-05T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:36:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight tips man. haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay right. people out there, you're not exactly very fat/has great potential to be a big woman like me so you needn't know but anyway must use this as a personal reminder to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taking the stairs instead of the lift or moving more for about 20min like increases your metabolic rate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i drop off 2-3 stops further from the bus stop outside my house : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exercising about an hour before dinner is good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because metabolic rate stays high after that so dinner doesn't take a toll on the hips : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eating more protein?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno someone told me about this so I'm like gonna eat more meat than rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleeping ENOUGH. can. help. you. lose. weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH SO THAT HAS BEEN THE PROBLEM HMM.&lt;br /&gt;lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz THEN WHY ARE THERE SKINNYWEANY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WHO CAN SLEEP LATE AND STAY SKINNYWEANY! LOOKIT THE SKINNYWEANY PEOPLE WITH DARK CIRCLES IN SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sheesh. stop complaining about being fat/nearly fat already and start math-ing and working out man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7930153127124908352?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7930153127124908352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7930153127124908352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7930153127124908352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7930153127124908352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/weight-tips-man-haha.html' title='weight tips man. haha.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5171582818058904046</id><published>2008-05-03T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:26:25.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfortunately, c is also for chemistry.</title><content type='html'>am currently marvelling at the wonders of how such a randomly superb combination of oyster-omelette, bob the builder fruit juice, occasional smses and an americanidol season7 playlist on repeat can ease the cruel study of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:) ALLDABEST, PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5171582818058904046?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5171582818058904046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5171582818058904046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5171582818058904046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5171582818058904046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/unfortunately-c-is-also-for-chemistry.html' title='unfortunately, c is also for chemistry.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-2639023212522459028</id><published>2008-05-02T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:50:39.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c is still for cookie!</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHA POST-SS, POST-CHINESE PAPER TWO, POST-ENGLISH, POST-GEOG EUPHORIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah yitong's advice really worked! Slept relatively earlier and woke up at 5am to memorize geog, and the memory really does stay alot fresher compared to mugging late into the night before the big exam day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think gourmet was perpetually high right till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Moment #1:&lt;br /&gt;After geog, we started crapping non stop about various stuff, as usual. ah okay this is just to prepare you for the more highness to come. Oh right, we were crapping about the number of calculators we had to return to the CHEM AND MATH TEACHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Moment #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/a/u/l s/e/g/a/r/r/a is the answer to everything (and every single question) in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out when wilz and I told the other two that we had to go return mr s/e/g/a/r/r/a's calculator at the level 1 staffroom. But dorcas and valsoh were still in the blur-sotong stage which often comes after you've been wracking your brain over geog for a good one and a half hour. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilz: eh dorcas why you going the other way?&lt;br /&gt;dorcas: you and valteo go that way for what? (the way to the level1 staffroom)&lt;br /&gt;wilz and I: P/A/U/L S/E/G/A/R/R/A.&lt;br /&gt;valsoh and dorcas: hah?&lt;br /&gt;wilz (in a very aiyo alamak tone): PAUL S/E/G/A/R/R/A lah!&lt;br /&gt;me: we returning his calculator lah.&lt;br /&gt;dorcas: OHHHHHH i thought we were going to split ways.&lt;br /&gt;so we started asking more questions like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;P/A/U/L/ S/E/G/A/R/R/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are alternative energies good for the environment?&lt;br /&gt;P/A/U/L/ S/E/G/A/R/R/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agree or disagree?&lt;br /&gt;P/A/U/L/ S/E/G/A/R/R/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: our chem teacher is the answer to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Moment #4:&lt;br /&gt;at the staffroom.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find teacher so we decided to go call him using the telephones outside. And just as I picked up the phone, another person next to me picked up a second phone and all we could hear was each other speaking.&lt;br /&gt;So the other gourmets were like, "eh later when you call teacher arh, we'll &lt;em&gt;eavesdrop.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Moment #5:&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were gonna call, we spotted mr.seg standing outside the staffroom, so we quickly ran over to him to return the calculator but he was busy talking to someone else. Tried putting the calculator in his pocket! :O&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we did manage to return the calculator, and when we said we borrowed loads of calculators frm the math teachers his whole face was like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O_o" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which was just priceless man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Moment #6:&lt;br /&gt;Chased another teacher at the third floor to return all the calculators we borrowed. And her whole face was also going &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O_O --&gt; &gt;:D ah so one of you was the one who borrowed my calculator ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High (Freaky) Moment #7:&lt;br /&gt;wilz and valsoh had gone to the toilet, me and dorcas were kinda moping about in class packing our bags and such. We were talking about horror movies and spirits and things moving out of their own accord when suddenly the doors started opening and closing themselves, ALMOST SIMULTANEOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Moment #8 WHICH SERIOUSLY IS THE HIGHEST MOMENT IN A LONG, LONG TIME:&lt;br /&gt;Me and dorcas finally decided to go toilet, and on the way to the toilet there's this rather low ledge which i jumped up halfway to touch. Then dorcas jumped up to try and touch it too, but when she landed back on earth we were like "OOPS." because dorcas almost jumped straight into a teacher, and the teacher was really trying to stifle a laugh before she walked off.&lt;br /&gt;then we laughed and laughed and laughed and screamed inside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;now for the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;When I got out of my cubicle, I thought dorcas was in one of the right side cubicles so I turned towards the right to talk to her, but THERE WAS NO ONE THERE ALL THE DOORS WERE OPEN. :O&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly I whirled around and dorcas was standing at the left side so I screamed and my hand was sort of pointing towards the right. Then she thought I was pointing at this scary roll of tissue hanging from nowhere so she turned to look at the right side and SHRIEKED, and we just ended up shrieking all the way back to class with a very good story to tell the other two gourmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at lido with valsoh and dorcas, plus waiian and yunxi who kindly provided us with chairs and a table, and becca yitong xinqi seetoh shimin elaine. pok seetoh and yitong (qian bian-ly) convinced valsoh dorcas and I to drink some queer-smelling japanese tea which they claimed could help you relive your past. It tasted like semi-strong coffee. I STILL THINK IT'S DILUTED BLACK COFFEE LEH YOU PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA coolz I'm promoting two davids to a david who promoted another david to me! :P david arh, thanks for the davidtao song, jiayou for physics man! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh today was just incredibly cooktastickamagically high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-2639023212522459028?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/2639023212522459028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=2639023212522459028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2639023212522459028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/2639023212522459028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/c-is-still-for-cookie.html' title='c is still for cookie!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-5703373178424626519</id><published>2008-05-01T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:03:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c is for cookie, that's good 'nough for me</title><content type='html'>well because I've been a very good girl studying hard for tomorrow's geography, reassuring myself time and again that there seriously isn't anything to study for english, me will start typing big big big big font now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GO GO GO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAVIDCOOK&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i cannot express how much cookie rocks, but yes anyway WATCH AMERICANIDOL FOR MORE COOKIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cooktastickamagical! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, time for me to head back down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;Me and ziyi have immeasurable admiration for cookie which nobody can really quite understand, unless of course you are also a fan with immeasurable admiratin for cooktastickamagic &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(an octeo-was-too-high-when-smsing-ziyi-while-watching-idol-last-night invention)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to pass geog, and I am going to pass it good.&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEHAW must finish mugging alternative energies to catch the results show later on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-5703373178424626519?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/5703373178424626519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=5703373178424626519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5703373178424626519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/5703373178424626519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/05/c-is-for-cookie-thats-good-nough-for-me.html' title='c is for cookie, that&apos;s good &apos;nough for me'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4974905264633734906</id><published>2008-04-27T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:08:25.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heehee.</title><content type='html'>heehee.&lt;br /&gt;time to turn on the secret bio journal music :D&lt;br /&gt;there's this certain secret playlist i listen to over and over and over again every time I have to make myself go mad scribbling and pasting and drawing all over my bio journal. but it shall be a secret. I am feeling so random today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4974905264633734906?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4974905264633734906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4974905264633734906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4974905264633734906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4974905264633734906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/heehee.html' title='heehee.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7682454359508296369</id><published>2008-04-22T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:10:36.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we're reminiscing.</title><content type='html'>Looking back, it's been so many years.&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to yiying all the way through our bus ride, our subway lunch, our old chang kee cum herbal jelly shopping spree, and while waiting for mum to fetch us. And it's true, the way we just sort of clicked was kind of like coincidence with a dash of hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, which bunch of best buddies first started bonding through a single &lt;em&gt;phone call &lt;/em&gt;to some random person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd ended PSLE and were having an absolutely crazy time at class bbq, especially when we were singing in the KTV room, daring each other to take gulps of breath in the bodyodour-filled mahjong room and playing in the huge bedroom. Then we did something pretty weird and fangirl-ish- we called a celebrity on the phone because somehow we managed to find his/her number on the yellowpages. Or at least we thought it was the right person, but I have a feeling the person was just humouring us. :D  &lt;em&gt;"yellow pages where got put my number one?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I reminisce too much. Maybe it's a good thing, maybe it's not. But just thinking about those little nitty gritty details, like how yunleng and I used to dislike each other until I lent leng a blue pen, how all four of us got (most of the time) unreasonably punished by our ____ form teacher quite often even though fang and I were prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah banana gang, I love and miss you so much. Imagine if we'd been in the same secondary school. Total madness.&lt;br /&gt;but then I wouldn't have gotten to know my dear gourmet then, which would've been a pretty sad thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell. yiying you nehnehpok you have nothing for me to jiayou about because you have &lt;strong&gt;no mid-year exams &lt;/strong&gt;at all. All the best leng and ah fang for your super-duper leadership roles+ exams + mugging + prelims + Olevels! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7682454359508296369?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7682454359508296369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7682454359508296369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7682454359508296369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7682454359508296369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-were-reminiscing.html' title='when we&apos;re reminiscing.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6821604703090805532</id><published>2008-04-21T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:33:59.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta love those aerobics.</title><content type='html'>Today= LOL.&lt;br /&gt;because gourmet was so darned HAIRSPRAY-HIGH today, especially during english. Me and dorcas can sing duets pretty good :D WE'RE GOING TO MY HOUSE TO DO HAIRSPRAY SINGALONG ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then before and after geog, our class watched zuiikinaerobics! It's a pretty cute way to learn english, but I don't think I'd really do those aerobics unless I didn't have to chant english phrases along with them. (: mrsyap and mrsh/a/u/g/e/n  seemed very amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent nearly half an hour gazing out the huge living room window, mainly because I wanted to hear the nice band music from the polytechnic opposite my place.&lt;br /&gt;Watching that plane fly up into space and disappearing behind the clouds until it was nothing but a small occasionally-blinking silhouette made me miss indonesia loads. Never expected holidaying here to be so enjoyable, but yeah that was the most interesting time of my life. &lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;was the time I had one of the highest fevers in my life and yet enjoyed myself so much I didn't want to leave just yet. &lt;: O&lt;br /&gt;Life there was so carefree. I mean, you could just walk for miles and miles and you'd see nothing but villages, mountains and goats. Okay, not just goats, loads of flowery plantations. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind trading lives with the kids there for maybe just one or two days. Playing football, chasing after goats, horseriding, running down the hills......&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL. probably the best thing that's happened to them kids.&lt;br /&gt;Gawsh bandung really rocked, the hotel was great, the cream of mushroom soup which I perpetually lived on when I was having high fever was great, the breakfast was great, the scenery was great, the cold was heaven. Most of the time when we were sitting at the back of the van, we'd slide open the windows to get the mountain air. And I enjoyed the scenery so much that when I clambered out of the van to see the volcano, I forgot to switch off my iPod and couldn't listen to it when I got sick that night. :)&lt;br /&gt;COOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;I need another getaway.&lt;br /&gt;I really need another getaway.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really need another getaway. Which will probably be in like um, when A levels are over.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so irritable, I could just crush my windpipe with my bare hands right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I should be a travel journalist. Or a linguist. Then when I write my cover stories at iceland, I could meet hawthawthawwwt jonsi and speak to the people there, without a translator. That'd be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there are so many languages I'd really like to learn. I think learning languages and stuff's a whole lot easier than stuff like differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6821604703090805532?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6821604703090805532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6821604703090805532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6821604703090805532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6821604703090805532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/gotta-love-those-aerobics.html' title='gotta love those aerobics.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6643277405003768517</id><published>2008-04-18T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:49:26.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the true meaning of corny.</title><content type='html'>Today, I discovered the true meaning of being corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but, today was an extremely strange, guilty sort of day.&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling kind of peckish and depressed in the morning despite getting tons of sleep (i slept at 10.30pm no kidding), was depressed all the way till bio when I decided I shouldn't keep getting swallowed by unfounded sadness all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gourmet, you always cheer me up no matter what happens. And I'm terribly sorry I sometimes tend to get frustrated/depressed around y'all and take it on y'all when I get angry to the max, but will try not to get so hot and bothered for reasons I shall keep to myself and only to myself. (but the reasons are pretty obvious, ahhhhhh....) Ily gourmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that gourmet had a whale of a time PK-ing again, this time with our latest craze- PICTIONARY. To date, the pornsak and mumbai ones are the funniest ever (:&lt;br /&gt;Math was ......................................... not very nice. not very spectacular at all.&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything'll go fine on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, today was still a FUNFUNFUN DAY overall because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I now know the true meaning of corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a smashing dinner with willette and dorcas before rushing back for in-convo, we were kind of late because we missed the bus (and didn't bother trying to catch it because our muscles were aching frm 2.4km run). Then we got stuck in the office trying to get an attendance list for in-convo, but were saved by mr s/e/g/a/r/r/a, who we discovered is actually very very very nice in a funny way because he let us take the lift and went O_o because we were so amused by the pictures of spongebob on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had alot of time to kill while waiting for the guests to arrive, alexys jermaine penny willette dorcas and I (and occasionally xinqi too) amused ourselves with jokes. Lame jokes that still rock. We started from -ANT jokes to B jokes to very strange jokes.&lt;br /&gt;for example, an -ANT joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What ant is big and grey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;an elephant. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What B is always cute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;benelope. &lt;/em&gt;OMGOSH I GUESSED IT RIGHT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to even stranger ones, like the H/ECTAR JOKE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which i shall never risk my neck posting it here for the world to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lamest strangest CORNIEST ones.&lt;br /&gt;"what &lt;strong&gt;knee&lt;/strong&gt; (it's supposed to be "NI") is &lt;strong&gt;black?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and part 2:&lt;br /&gt;"which &lt;strong&gt;spring &lt;/strong&gt;(spring as in CHUN, 春) is very, very dark, particularly in this time of the year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answers= m/s/  c/h/u/n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because msc/h/u/n was so dreadfully amused, she said “SO CORNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;i think we almost suffocated! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then and then:&lt;br /&gt;me: "teacher, what does corny mean?"&lt;br /&gt;ms/c/h/u/n: &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, corny means got lots of corn in your knee lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH. So that's what corny &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;means. :D we are very amusing people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6643277405003768517?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6643277405003768517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6643277405003768517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6643277405003768517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6643277405003768517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/true-meaning-of-corny.html' title='the true meaning of corny.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4009565137779542525</id><published>2008-04-15T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:34:19.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honest, truly, i do.</title><content type='html'>GAWSH what kind of day was today. Felt like I was completely shrouded in some kind of thick choking mist because I was semi-conscious the entire day (or at least until I got home and started running).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS presentation- HARDYHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Our powerpoint presentation was super nice, kudos to yunxi justina and yingling for that, and the rest of us were so super impromptu, with people getting lost or not knowing that there was presentation today, and resulting in a search party for the people who got lost. : D&lt;br /&gt;And how &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;very accidentally swore in front of zhang lao shi, the teacher who was assessing us, the sec3 ymep group and us. It just comes so naturally, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was totally [using mrs h/a/u/g/en's funny phrases] semi-conscious curry-puff lalang mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and the four gourmets came up with all sorts of zilian-ess and weird PKs. Dunno what's with the PK craze, but it's crazy (: We came up with so many lists of top3 most handsome (and random) guys all in the same piece of paper which had this argumentative essay question written on it. After school, cheryl valsoh and I went to buy CD covers at orchardMRT popular and guess what, we had a super discount. I think we helped them clear alot of stocks, considering that we bought ninety CD covers. for less than thirty precious bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POKEMON HEROES (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to pass by this new CD shop that suddenly popped out of nowhere at the bus interchange, and because all things pokemon just happen to naturally catch my eye, I suddenly had to shift to go-stun gear because I realised that I'd just walked past a whole rack of pokemon movie VCDs. The nice auntie gave me a discount!&lt;br /&gt;My gosh it's really amazing how the pokemon movies are the only few tvshows that actually make me cry! Hmm let's see all of the movies made me cry except the third one, the one I like least because Entei's so O_o to me.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LATIOS!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd saved more money two years ago when this shop in wheelock was selling pokemon movie plushies, then I'd buy the latias and latios plushies! the lugia plushie and jirachi plushie, my 14th bday present from the 102 people still remains one of my best bedtime pals ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;But omgawwwwwsh latias and latios were soooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeeet in the movie and latios just had to die. die die die. After latios died i couldnt stop crying until after I switched off the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MUNNY. LOTS AND LOTS OF MUNNY. to do the top five things i would do with munny:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go for slimming treatment and come out looking like valsoh or dorcas--&gt; GOOD TO HAVE, NOT A MUST-HAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Buy plushies :)&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy a Wii. might as well wait till after august for it then. :)&lt;br /&gt;4) Soundproof my entire piano room, add in a harp, a drumset, a guitar, a clarinet, a saxophone and a zhongsuo.&lt;br /&gt;5) Buy earphones so that my parents won't go deaf from all the noise I'll make in that room although it's supposed to be soundproofed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why the blazes are there people in this world who don't need to exercise vigorously on a regular basis, eat whatever they want and not grow fat? Gross lucky poks. why the blazes is there such a thing as LOW METABOLIC RATE? WHY? WHY, WHY, WHY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4009565137779542525?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4009565137779542525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4009565137779542525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4009565137779542525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4009565137779542525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/honest-truly-i-do.html' title='honest, truly, i do.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1231177006306814274</id><published>2008-04-13T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:21:52.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very weird week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DULOC IS A PERRRRRRRFECT PLACE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but my latest craze= absolutely coolz shrek piano music (i.e. the duloc song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been such a mix of everything. Never have I experienced hell-deep lousiness and immense joy and high-ness all in a span of less than seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday to wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;depression to the point of self mutiliation? nah, not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad, I'd never mutiliate myself.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah pretty much depressed.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I really wonder if I'm in the right school, in the right world, and whether I'm worthy to be in the company of such amazingly academically inclined close friends.&lt;br /&gt;And you three will know this because I shouted something really un-octeoish in a loud whisper in the library, after we'd gotten back geog and I was trying to squeeze myself in between the shelf and the fire extinguisher. Bit stupid, really.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, it isn't great at all to compare. there's absolutely no point in it. it was like having something wringing you by the neck, shaking you and screaming, &lt;em&gt;you're the fattest, you're the dumbest, you're the most insensitive and you're probably the most lacking of all.&lt;/em&gt; so just throw away that ego man, and start wearing sunglasses because you'll be seeing so much of the bright side of life. I hate those spur-of-the-moment depressions, they drive me nuts enough to destroy any single clump of happy thoughts lingering inside my brain, and after a few days the depression just fades away as quickly as it came.&lt;br /&gt;and remembering what we did in bs this morning, everyone does have God-given talents. so we should not compare. so I should not be comparing with anyone but myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Saturday: nearly tipped the scales for high-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of weird funny things happening between those days. For instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xinqi's right hand shoots all the way high up into the air when she asks ms ko a question. I was just about spastic enough to suddenly tickle her just as the hand shot up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-imitated a particular accent that shouldn't have been heard when mr s/e/g/a/r/r/a was standing about less than two metres behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-diy's future occupation= scarecrow. The birds come, diy blows puffs of air at the birds and the birds disappear (as demonstrated by yitong : D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIAOZU WAS THE MOST SATISFYING AND SMASHING ONE WE HAD SINCE LAST AUGUST. Shall not say why though, that's between wenting jiaqian yuyue chew esther claire and me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the dynamic boss duo braved the wind and rain to come back and &lt;strike&gt;visit us&lt;/strike&gt; collect hcl Olevel certificates! Bobo hadn't reached our prac classroom yet so boss sort of um gave us this wonderful delusion that bobo had joined streetdancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after rounds of laughing until we almost collapsed, we realised that no, bobo was in weiqi club. darn.&lt;br /&gt;after xiaozu all my poor twisties got eaten up, everyone went home, claire kept coming back to take her stuff, bobo went home, brenda's things were still lying on the table so we assumed that she'd be coming back in the near future, stayed back with boss to wait for our father and mother expresses and yada yada yada yada while catching balls, brenda came back and we sat there for another 15min yada yada, brenda left and then we left to go foyer to see if the father and mother expresses had arrived, yada yada yada some more at the foyer until mummy came.&lt;br /&gt;and by that time I felt rather tipsy from all the yada-ing until I fell asleep in a very unglamorous fashion, according to mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was international friendship day! Concert was quite nice, huang qian sang solo so many times and then we were like hmm yuyun why didn't you go up to the stage and give physics lectures!? :)&lt;br /&gt;gourmet was also being abit crazy for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;Before dazu koh jiaqian and I had a major crazy moment where they said I looked like a certain male person who I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT RESEMBLE IN ANY WAY.&lt;br /&gt;dazu was nuts, wenting and I discovered we had anger management problems and because we were so bored when they were doing molou (we don't need to play until about 170 bars later), we made clanging sound effects with our suonas, did starwars in hokkien manymany times because the background music was so appropriate, wenting and jiaqian began comparing photos of their brothers, they ransacked my phone gallery and we digitally altered an unglam photo of boss, witnessed an innocent piece of paper getting crumpled repeatedly and did even more sound effects (to help tanbo. we WERE helping!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing was waffletown's nice nice waffles, thanks to mummy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SATURDAY ORA WAS UM. FUN? with ziyi xinwei vic eileen and beatrice. Didn't know watching prefects getting dunked could be so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and so ends my very weird week. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1231177006306814274?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1231177006306814274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1231177006306814274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1231177006306814274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1231177006306814274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-weird-week.html' title='a very weird week.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1048884950485778090</id><published>2008-04-07T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:50:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juxtaposed.</title><content type='html'>a flurry of emotions raging inside, you can hear them screaming and flailing as they fight to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exhausted, but crushed.&lt;br /&gt;Ineedtopray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when the tiger casts its stripes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when nighttime never turns to day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when hearts are consumed in frozen flame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on bended knee to pray;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no other possible way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1048884950485778090?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1048884950485778090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1048884950485778090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1048884950485778090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1048884950485778090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/juxtaposed.html' title='juxtaposed.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3618849663581084328</id><published>2008-04-04T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:10:54.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sportsfest 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_j0vko0bDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1v-PgPVQits/s1600-h/102+group+photos!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186164069043039282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_j0vko0bDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1v-PgPVQits/s320/102+group+photos!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last sportsfest of the year. Gawsh.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a super early lunch @ subway toa payoh before sportsfest, and the biggest joke of the day was that on our way to subway we met dorcas at the MRT and willette at the escalator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REUNITED WITH THE MAD 102 PEOPLE. Or a least most of us- magdaboon celinebean kiwi valsoh willette dorcas fionae liy and eric ong! :)&lt;br /&gt;We were all spazzing at the back with something that looked like an illegal gathering, although we were just trying to play proper games of Snap whenever we weren't cheering. See us be enthu, ahahahahaha. We didn't exactly know most of the cheers so we either squeezed together to read the cheer booklet, or mumbled throughout until there were words we were familiar with (i.e. RICHARD). But it was pretty fun on the whole though, coz all of us were high from spazzing, richard got second overall, and because THERE WAS THE MILO VAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful for friends and bus8 which goes from toa payoh all the way to right outside my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrrrrr. I can feel my patience wearing thinnner each day, and especially after having a senior citizen live with you every day until about 8.30pm, you find what a true &lt;em&gt;test of patience&lt;/em&gt; really is. Don't get me wrong, I love my Gran and I know she cares very much, but the thing is, she cares &lt;em&gt;far too much&lt;/em&gt;. And then it comes to the point where it gets very, very irksome sometimes when you are used to bathing without using the heater on hot afternoons, staying in various rooms alone most of the time, eating only about fifteen to twenty minutes after the food has been laid on the table, etc. I admit I do have weird habits (like how I hate it when my food touches each other and the gravy mixes and stuff like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MAY I PLEASE, PLEASE NOT BE MOLLYCODDLED ONCE IN A WHILE? PLEASE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3618849663581084328?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3618849663581084328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3618849663581084328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3618849663581084328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3618849663581084328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/sportsfest-08.html' title='sportsfest 08'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_j0vko0bDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1v-PgPVQits/s72-c/102+group+photos!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-822742610071735636</id><published>2008-04-03T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:13:40.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school= i-have-no-idea-why-i-am-in-school-today-but-i-just-am-because-i-have-no-choice sort of boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIAOZU= extremely entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;People learn better when they're having fun right? So after everyone did some pretty intense work on mo4 lou2, the prefects came to tell us not to practice for about twenty minutes because they were doing some filming outside, which gave us a nice longer-than-usual break! :)&lt;br /&gt;And then we created a new slightly-above-ground-level chuiguan crowdsurfing tradition when brenda gave us suona people the idea to crowdsurf our three sec ones, because they're all so light and skinny (goes absolutely green with envy). Our crowdsurfing was pretty good, so now we know what's in for next year's newcomers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, life's been absolutely weird lately. Really weird. something inside me's been killed, something you can never put into words properly but somehow you feel it when it's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-822742610071735636?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/822742610071735636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=822742610071735636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/822742610071735636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/822742610071735636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-i-have-no-idea-why-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3185247707751864749</id><published>2008-04-01T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:41:29.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blown away on all fool's day</title><content type='html'>APRIL FOOL'S!&lt;br /&gt;Our class got fooled by nasty mr s/e/garra, so we decided to fool him back!&lt;br /&gt;What with that crazy picture of him which shimin kindly provided, and amelia's super gay editing skills! :) p/ a ul's edited painty picture now resides in our class comp with the title P.S. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;-chokes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the life.&lt;br /&gt;Memorizing bio, playing 潘玮柏's lovely songs and MVs on repeat (and making my mom wonder if I'll ever get a boyfriend if my criteria = must be christian, must look like panweibo, must be like pwb, must sing like pwb, must RAP like pwb, must not eat octopus meat, etc etc etc).&lt;br /&gt;OKAZAKI FRAAAAAAAAAAAGMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently being blown away by pwb because pwb is WAY BEYOND COOL, and the fact that I've been studying so intensively for bio.&lt;br /&gt;Praying that bio will go well tomorrow. PASS PLEASE LET ME PASS PROPERLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEEDAGONOW :) i love you much much too yiying btw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3185247707751864749?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3185247707751864749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3185247707751864749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3185247707751864749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3185247707751864749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/04/blown-away-on-all-fools-day.html' title='blown away on all fool&apos;s day'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8434898137322120113</id><published>2008-03-31T23:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:01:44.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my dog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_EHr0o0bCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LteHuxaG8aI/s1600-h/Photo0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183933095525772322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_EHr0o0bCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LteHuxaG8aI/s320/Photo0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_EHVEo0bBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pSSQo5LzQsc/s1600-h/Photo0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183932704683748370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_EHVEo0bBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pSSQo5LzQsc/s320/Photo0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_EG-ko0bAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yejuvwYaW_A/s1600-h/Phoebe+piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183932318136691714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_EG-ko0bAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yejuvwYaW_A/s320/Phoebe+piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things that's ever happened in my life. That sweet lil' thing that's been with me nearly half my life, who doesn't care if floods of hot tears spill all over her fur when I cry, daos me when I refuse to offer her fruit, wakes me up every single morning, sings to the piano and flute, &lt;em&gt;listens to me chant about DNA Replication and why Meiosis gives variation, &lt;/em&gt;and could love me no matter what I do. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I LOVE MY SWEETHEARTZ PHOEBE .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and um, &lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY xiaodao&lt;/em&gt;. THE xiaodao from 5566, who else? I still remember their birthdays, some things just don't get out of your head even though you don't mind if they do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and many happy returns to the one other person who could love me no matter what I do. shan't say who, you don't read this anyway but still, &lt;em&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8434898137322120113?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8434898137322120113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8434898137322120113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8434898137322120113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8434898137322120113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-my-dog.html' title='i love my dog.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R_EHr0o0bCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LteHuxaG8aI/s72-c/Photo0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3845657085411157782</id><published>2008-03-30T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:24:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>334th post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R--vN0o0a_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nrDjWlokKeE/s1600-h/0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183554348129741810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R--vN0o0a_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nrDjWlokKeE/s320/0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R--uK0o0a-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ge3P7gxjKpg/s1600-h/Photo0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183553197078506466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R--uK0o0a-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ge3P7gxjKpg/s320/Photo0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just realised how many, many, many, many Sundays ago these were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3845657085411157782?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3845657085411157782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3845657085411157782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3845657085411157782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3845657085411157782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/334th-post.html' title='334th post.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R--vN0o0a_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nrDjWlokKeE/s72-c/0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1480629400404275379</id><published>2008-03-26T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:37:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see the similarity?</title><content type='html'>WHOOOOSH ME AND ZIYI MADE A VERY COOL OBSERVATION THAT XIAOJINGTENG LOOKS LIKE SPENCERRRRR!! (frm areyou smarter than a 5thgrader).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was scary. It wasn't disastrous, but it was total disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of weird things happened today. Saw some um &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;female gays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the train, and then walked past one of the xiao hai bu ben (that's i not stupid, in case you were wondering) actors without realizing it was him until I was about eighty metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1480629400404275379?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1480629400404275379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1480629400404275379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1480629400404275379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1480629400404275379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/see-similarity.html' title='see the similarity?'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4553971113840211819</id><published>2008-03-25T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:13:11.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when hedda meets octeo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COME ON, HEDDA GABLER, FILL MY MIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit tomorrow. hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;*twiddles fingers nervously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's geog learning journey was quite fun, the lecture was tolerable and the aircon in the bus ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;The bus is a good place to come up with all sorts of crap like moose land abundant in pink, strawberry-chocolate flavoured grass and loads of SLIMMING POOLS for fat mooses to get a daily slimming soak in, moose beer (MOO-ger beer) in i celand, and that all moose in Mooseland are in fact male and can only reproduce by being gay, and the midwives in Mooseland will forever be saying "IT'S A BOY, IT'S A BOY!" everytime a moose is born. And the gross-ness of moose milk, papaya milk and p/a/n/g/y/a  milk! Ohmygawsh the stuff we come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIZZ AND DIY LOVE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a song i wrote a song! but the lyrics were weird, probably because i was pushing alot of frustration into it, which is why that song shall be a secret unless I do get to sell it or something. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder if I will ever get to sell my songs to rockbands and chinese singers next time :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will. write. a. song. for. wilberpanweibo. to sing. one day. provided. he's still. in. the music. industry. by. the. time. i'm. in my twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like softer light, like hedda gabler. Darkness is nice for me but a little light would do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4553971113840211819?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4553971113840211819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4553971113840211819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4553971113840211819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4553971113840211819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-hedda-meets-octeo.html' title='when hedda meets octeo.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7948510694434631349</id><published>2008-03-24T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:22:44.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with a voice of a thousand thunders screaming.</title><content type='html'>Emo period? Never. Since when has valteo ever, ever been truly emo?&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. There's something wrong with me lately but I don't know what, it's something that troubles you so much even though it's not something worth really, really being all hot and bothered in the first place........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, church was total GREATNESS today. Got new pastor at last, and now the adults in church can never, never, never address Papa by his first name because now he has an erm "twin"- the pastor. heehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;First time I ever heard myself singing in church choir. There's a serious shortage of girls here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the message was um refreshing :D Especially with the M*LE thing going on today &gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't worry anymore, there's no point in worrying. Should I let things just happen and see how they'll go, or unleash the very dark and unseen side that no one should know? I don't know, maybe I could do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But youthprayertime today was assuring to probably all the problems I've had or will ever have in the world.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7948510694434631349?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7948510694434631349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7948510694434631349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7948510694434631349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7948510694434631349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/with-voice-of-thousand-thunders.html' title='with a voice of a thousand thunders screaming.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1931032207694432750</id><published>2008-03-22T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:15:08.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see (:</title><content type='html'>how should i put it? my mind's totally whirling about in a thick lumpy soup of amazement and happiness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawsh I haven't done any work today yet besides piano, but I ain't never gonna regret watching that jonestown documentary that took up two hours of my supposedly Day of Mugging Math.&lt;br /&gt;C/u/l/t/s freak me out. They really do.&lt;br /&gt;And knowing people part of those groups is just &lt;em&gt;freaky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered the true meaning of Easter! okay no, I discovered that ages and ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered the true function of Facebook last night! :)&lt;br /&gt;By pure chance (and much curiosity on my part), I found a very very very very good ol' friend :)&lt;br /&gt;yeap. aarontiong, be glad that I use facebook too! yep and talking to a very old friend whom you haven't been in contact with since primary four is super. I don't know what to say... but it was great last night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrrrr shall be on my way to d hsco concert soon. yiying! pwn your yunluo + xylophone solo awright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. thankyou aarontiong and jieying for tagging! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1931032207694432750?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1931032207694432750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1931032207694432750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1931032207694432750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1931032207694432750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see (:'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4124465421870488524</id><published>2008-03-20T11:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:14:47.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to live like animals.</title><content type='html'>Omgosh yesterday's World Bank Games was super fun, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;VENEZUELA &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got overall second because amelialory, xinqi, penny, chloe, jieying and me are SMARRRRRTZ. :)&lt;br /&gt;Especially penny who stole a grand total of six breads from USA and something else from another country. My attempt at stealing = almost worked &lt;em&gt;but didn't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those trainers had a really cool playlist which was playing over and over throughout the game, and I came across this cool song which made me remember that I'd been &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to find out what song it was since I first heard it in a school dance performance in pri3. ALL HAIL MY MEMORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ANIMAL SONG- SAVAGE GARDEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the television freak show cops and robbers everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've got to break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So take my hand now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause I want to live like animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Careless and free like animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to run through the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've been having difficulties keeping to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Which one is more human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's a thought, now you decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Compassion in the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Compassion in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Would you like to make a run for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Would you like to take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause I want to live like animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Careless and free like animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to run through the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes this life can get you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's so confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's so many rules to follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Cause I just run away in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When Superstars and cannonballs are running through your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Which one is more human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's a thought, now you decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Compassion in the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Compassion in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Would you like to make a run for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Would you like to take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause I want to live like animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Careless and free like animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to run through the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;With the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on gourmet sushi-twister and the super fun camwhoring time at learning journey, when I upload the pictures tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised- i wish i could press rewind and go back in time to when there was syf practices last year. The time when I was still relatively free and high almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4124465421870488524?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4124465421870488524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4124465421870488524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4124465421870488524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4124465421870488524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-live-like-animals.html' title='i want to live like animals.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7876948332308507097</id><published>2008-03-16T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:24:20.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gourmet#1's Crash-Bash :)</title><content type='html'>Heehee yes willette wee i know you're waiting fer this! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gourmet went out to lido once again to show the world how crazy we can get. No luh 'coz &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;valsoh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had free movie tickets again (kudos to her mum all around!) so we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;August Rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;dorcas&lt;/span&gt; and I were left STUCK outside the cinemas at lido because a certain two people hadn't arrived from their math vivas yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOURMET BETTTING!&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, we can start making loads of podcasts with dorcas' phone I tell you. The entire mosburger must have heard us 'coz valsoh suddenly went "I BET THAT...." very very loudly when we told her to speak louder. Someone sitting opposite us gave us this :O look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Willette&lt;/span&gt;'s gonnna help us win our bets aren't you! ALL OUR BUBBLE TEA HOPES ARE ON YOU AUNTIE. &lt;em&gt;so hurry up get a move on and get a boyfriend before any of the 3 of us do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the crashing bashing day! Totally crashed valsoh's house after swimming there and getting her velvety card all soggy and mauling dorcas' picture which happened to be on the wet and soggy part of the card, and BORROWING A LIGHTER FROM A FRIENDLY CONSTRUCTION WORKER UNCLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened- willette forgot to bring the lighter but dorcas and I remembered to bring the cake and candles. So we went to ring the doorbell of her next-door neighbour's house three times but nobody answered. Undaunted, we went to try the opposite house because there was some renovation going on, and when there's renovations, there's bound to be construction workers, and when there's construction workers there's bound to be cigarettes so there's bound to be a LIGHTER &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to get one from an uncle who was highly amused by our failure to use a lighter properly. He had to help us light the candle twice because it blew out once. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valsoh were you shocked?! haha! We tried to make it as top secret as possible but *cough someone cough* didnt act very well hmhmmmm so valsoh said she sort of had a feeling we'd do something. But it was a nice surprise anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to our betting podcast over and over and over and over again and kept laughing, watched a whole load of rubbish on youtube and played SETS. Forget it all of us are really bad at it except valsoh who's played it so many times and is a mathematical genius anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I do much better in neopets cheat than GOURMET CHEAT. Always lose one, grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY VALSOH (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my one and only moose-friend who sings billybrown and never gets tired of it! I've said loads in your card already so anyway much love to you! &lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7876948332308507097?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7876948332308507097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7876948332308507097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7876948332308507097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7876948332308507097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/gourmet1s-crash-bash-d.html' title='Gourmet#1&apos;s Crash-Bash :)'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-233528874507138849</id><published>2008-03-12T21:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:22:30.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCH HOLEEDAYS</title><content type='html'>Hello world, the march hols are here (and nearly over, darn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAVE NOT REALLY TOUCHED HOMEWORK FOR AWHILE (: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;except chem thanks to uncle kenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well shall start from what happened on Sunday then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;was kinda routine I guess, ate breakfast in plastic bags in the car with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yiying&lt;/span&gt;, went to church, got super annoyed because the piano there was &lt;em&gt;not fixed yet &lt;/em&gt;and attempted to get a little bit of ORA donations and ended up getting just $2 from &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt;. eeeeeyer collecting money for four years is SIANZZZZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then at night there was buffet welcome party for our new pastor so ummmmm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;daddy-dong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;momma-(m)abel&lt;/span&gt; and I spent most of the nice peaceful buffet dinner hiding up at our secret hideout (which turned out to be not very secret) at the highest point of the playground. We ended up looking like thumbys (howd you spell that) trying to cordon off the slides and mini rockwall there. Extremely weird-o conversations took place up there man. We saw this lone guy emo-ing up at the balcony of his condo unit and daddy-dong's intelligence got &lt;em&gt;heavily insulted &lt;/em&gt;by eshton's cute little brudder who was playing up there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaaaaand there was this thing about tongues and knees which was super funny. not really though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;daddydong: Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: uhhh yeah o'course. *rolls tongue and folds it into that lotus shape that freaks people out*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;daddydong: Can you -i forgot what- with your knee?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: &lt;/em&gt;O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which abel and I started laughing weirdly, and we were sort of trying to guess why we thought the tongue thing was so funny, leaving the world's favourite daddy-o very, very confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then kevin came along (we didn't need to kidnap him in the end then) and we started explaining the tongue thing which led to &lt;em&gt;more wrong channels &lt;/em&gt;which we totally didn't get until he explained it very clearly. which freaked me out i think. Hahaaaaaaaaar. It rained after that so dad mum and I went home : O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday &lt;/strong&gt;was great too because that'd mean my MATH VIVA'S OVER, I finally understood all those chem stuff which I didn't really get from goodness-knows-how-long-ago, thanks to me uncle and his 'mazing tuition :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;A OUTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! minus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yunleng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrrrrrr ngyunleng why couldn't you have been there with us youuuu! Busy pro banana. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instead of watching a movie (didn't want to spend more money) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yiying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;baofang&lt;/span&gt; and I had dinner at pastamania, walked about aimlessly at the open plaza before realizing there wasn't much we could do there in the dark, and went to the converse sale! Me loves nice stuff that goes cheap. We didn't buy anything in the end though. We tried getting seats at starbucks but it was so cold and crowded we went to coffeebean instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You people are the best luh yiying and baofang (and leng too haha). I was the only one who ordered a drink (hot chocolate), the two of them bought large cookies instead 'coz they were cheaper. Yiying went over to the counter where you can top up your own sugar and cinammon and stuff, and poured some milk for baofang and herself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waitress stared as yiying and baofang were dunking their cookie chunks in the milk (that was seriously meant for coffee i think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, free milk then! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent almost an hour there just catching up and talking, which was really great 'coz we hadn't been able to do it since the annual banana barbecue last year! We'll meet again at dunmanh i gh's CO concert where yiying's gonna be VERY PRO in heheheheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and speaking of bananas.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BAO FANG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;my wonderful lovely 2nd oldest banana! (: thankyou for being there, being square and being one of my best-est friends an strawberry/octopus could ever, ever, have! &lt;em&gt;now you and yiying can go watch NC16 movies. awwwww no fair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176855970271638658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R9fjE6lmtII/AAAAAAAAAEc/k4nYuO9iWas/s320/0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah fang's the one in the cooliozzzz phantom mask! :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY TWENTY-FIRST ((: BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ELAINE (OH)!!! &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;you never get tired of my nonsense at youth outings! (: (if you read this,) you're a great BSleader and churchpianist and choir-person-in-charge, and we must must must go eat free murtabak one day! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176859303166260386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R9fmG6lmtKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2pMhKYy-shk/s320/Photo0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the very (unusually) sane-looking auntie elaine! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;resolved to blog more regularly! (and post about gourmet will come tomorrow, you people shall see why.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TTFN, octeo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-233528874507138849?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/233528874507138849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=233528874507138849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/233528874507138849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/233528874507138849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-holeedays.html' title='MARCH HOLEEDAYS'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R9fjE6lmtII/AAAAAAAAAEc/k4nYuO9iWas/s72-c/0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-7279949165632904293</id><published>2008-03-03T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:07:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MATH PEETEE DONE &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(a few hours ago)&lt;/span&gt; YAYEEEOWW :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really do anything else except re-reading abit of lit, and MATH PEETEE YAYEEEOWW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my singapore shiok slots! especially 'cause of the nice alliteration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to post something interesting. BUT Tuesday's post WILL be interesting. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE CONQUERED MATH PEETEE, WE DID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorcas, jermaine, valtan and me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-7279949165632904293?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/7279949165632904293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=7279949165632904293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7279949165632904293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/7279949165632904293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/03/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3371367396010681641</id><published>2008-02-28T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:23:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky days</title><content type='html'>Woargh today was kind of freaky!&lt;br /&gt;Oh must start from yesterday first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME WENT TO CARL'S JR AND SAT THERE AND ATE ME FIRST BURGER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN M'LIFE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really curb my growing addiction for criss-cut fries, they're just so good but i'll be fatter than willettewee if I keep buying them from plaza sing. &lt;em&gt;Found out&lt;/em&gt; at the last minute that I was timekeeping for orals yesterday, but it was mostly my fault so I decided to be a nice girl and go do timekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ended up eating carl's jr with lory (with fiat tyre!), chomping on this huge burger while helping her with trigo assignment and stuff. and went back just in time for timekeeping, but was RELIEVED from duty 'coz they only needed five people and I was the only vchair there, cleared the classroom with yitong shimin and elaine, went to the office to put TWO BUCKS at lost and found with shimin and yitong, discovered liy was going home too, then pangseh-ed yitong and shimin and went home with liy instead.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Liy and I stoned throughout the bus rides which was pretty short, then we went to the pet shop at our neighbourhood to go see hamster cages and sawdust. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's a longwinded story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHEEHEE I FINISHED SS. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;I think my thoughts are rather disjointed today, for some very strange reason. Maybe it's 'coz of tomorrow's SS? But then again there's no link. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sitting next to willette at the back has its benefits, I can now shout stuff to valsoh becca and yitong across the back of the classroom without being heard, and use wil's nice squashy back as a personal comfort backrest. and sleep on the floor right below the chalkboard just before higher chinese, because it's boring.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT SS 'COZ OCTEO'S SERIOUSLY GOING TO PWN YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although I do pray that I'll do well. hee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3371367396010681641?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3371367396010681641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3371367396010681641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3371367396010681641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3371367396010681641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/02/freaky-days.html' title='freaky days'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3457182875252893422</id><published>2008-02-23T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:01:09.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomized</title><content type='html'>Just a series of random thoughts before I do math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees near my house are so green. I never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;And watching Mythbusters is super cool. got stuck watching the show for a whole hour after eating lunch just now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the childbirth video we watched during bio last week pretty much grossed me out.&lt;br /&gt;So it's supposed to be all &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;spectacular &lt;/em&gt;and all that, but still, it was very, very, very frightening. Urghhhhhhh. Dunno how people who have about 11 children do it. I'd rather spent 11 years of my life deaf in one ear than go through &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;11 horrible times. :S When we got to the childbirth part ziyi went outside, and people were screaming and wincing and giving weird commentaries and shouting and biting their sweaters (righhhhhhht. that was me.). That was the day I think I almost died of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh random thought number three- with a trusty red metal biscuit tin, you can do ANYTHING! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3457182875252893422?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3457182875252893422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3457182875252893422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3457182875252893422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3457182875252893422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomized.html' title='randomized'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8767864956245512466</id><published>2008-02-22T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:00:23.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a happy person am i.</title><content type='html'>VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY HAPPY (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week sure was tough but so many fun and WEIRD things really spiced it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R77rz3IfyVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wse_9iYMNqI/s1600-h/cheryl+valsoh_+look+there!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169828698473351506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R77rz3IfyVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wse_9iYMNqI/s320/cheryl+valsoh_+look+there!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey look up there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169828926106618210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R77sBHIfyWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FUDav67Ilac/s320/cheryl+valsohteo3+UPSIDE+DOWN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valsoh, cheryl and me. upside down from all the high-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169829377078184306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R77sbXIfyXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2vMZFrpcAuk/s320/cheryl+valsohteo5+MIRROR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the mirrors! they're super cool! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169829630481254786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R77sqHIfyYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mpufBMiQIYc/s320/LWS+autographs!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;liweisong's autograph, and two very happy people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, those were Tuesday's RS photos! We'd just finished editing our songs and we're DONE AT LONG LAST with them, so we decided to practice singing with yingling justina and linghui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was this guy in a green jacket who turned out to be the principal of the music sch where we've been having smashing RS sessions in for the past year, of course after we all poked our heads out from the side of the door to investigate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then mrteo helped us get liweisong's autograph! I hid behind the door : O but after that we got talk and got the autograph on our handbooks (and valsoh's bio journal. AH VALSOH I SHOULD'VE BROUGHT MY BIO JOURNAL TOO.) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that cheryl valsoh and I became so superbly happy and high that we started camwhoring and taking all sorts of weird out-of-this-world pictures. I LOVE US. and rs of course. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lydia sum passed away a few days ago, and valsoh's head &lt;em&gt;collided &lt;/em&gt;with the sharp metal end of the noticeboard near the school bookshop. It was a real scare 'coz valsoh willette and becca were right behind dorcas and I on the way up to class, but after that the three of them disappeared from math lesson for such a long time that we decided it wasn't possible that all of them were having stomachaches in the toilet or something. ms ko kept trying to fasten the little plastic bag of ice to the balaku on valsoh's head, with hairpins and hairbands and A VERY LONG RUBBER BAND. valsoh your ears must be really elastic by now. glad you're fine BUT WE KNOW YOU'RE BLURPOK #1 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xiaozu yesterday! i like my secone newcomers, they're really much nicer than I expected them to be. And the best thing was that they were very amused with the suonas, and even wanted to buy their own. (: Well thank God there's no one who really detests suonas and shengs, in fact they were both laughing when they attempted to blow notes into their suonas. I gave my dear sweet morpeng (the zhongsuo i used for syf) to amirah to use! TAKE GOOD CARE OF THAT AND SHINE IT OFTEN YO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at last today was SLI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fun part came when the entire gourmet met back in class to talk crap. Mr s e g a rr a  was super nice, he brought in biscuits, NATURE VALLEY BARS and even food from the reception downstairs. dorcas used the empty hup seng biscuit tin as a large camera, like the kind those professional tv station cameramen use when they're filming. we were doing some sort of tv talk show with valsoh wil and i- the HupSeng Heads Down :) came up with super lame nonsense answers to dorcas' VALENTINES DAY SPEICAL INTERVIEW using a biscuit tin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we had extra chem lesson which lasted till I don't know when, then the entire gourmet went to dhoby xchange for lunch, fell asleep and then rushed back for CO. which pretty much sums up my happy tiring week and SLI day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh it's getting late. need my beauty sleep now. night. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8767864956245512466?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8767864956245512466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8767864956245512466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8767864956245512466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8767864956245512466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/02/such-happy-person-am-i.html' title='such a happy person am i.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R77rz3IfyVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wse_9iYMNqI/s72-c/cheryl+valsoh_+look+there!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-1105961755074236685</id><published>2008-02-18T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:54:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triumph and dread.</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;am feeling very triumphant because I have finished math assignment (with a leeeeeettle help from dorcas wil and jieying!) and understood everything at math lesson and didn't have to sit bus190 thanks to penny and had fun at chem tuition today :D 'course, chem tuition's alot more fun 'coz it's with my uncle and you get to eat carl's jr and pineapple tarts and all sorts of nice sweet things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice I often punctuate each sentence with smileys. Just comes naturally I guess, even if I'm in a not-so-happy-as-you-think-I-am kind of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as I open my email to check the yahoo groups for chuiguan's newcomers, I can't help but feel this terrible sense of dread. It's not &lt;em&gt;funny &lt;/em&gt;if nearly 100% (make that 95%, and not counting the dizi people) of the newcomers in your section aren't in it by choice, and all of 'em are coming in with the ultra-blackest faces you've ever seen. Oh well I guess we all started that way. But still. it's annoying, for voldemort's sake. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whee. voldemort makes me think of maid in manhattan, which makes me happy again :)&lt;br /&gt;Today has been superbly tiring. First-ever recording session for RS tomorrow!! HELLO WORLD, GET READY TO HEAR OCTOPUS SING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-1105961755074236685?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/1105961755074236685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=1105961755074236685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1105961755074236685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/1105961755074236685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-feeling-very-triumphant-because-i.html' title='triumph and dread.'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-6527565338131034464</id><published>2008-02-13T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:50:14.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>HEEHEE I AM WAYYYYYYYYYY BEHIND BUT ANYWAY HAPPY CNY YALL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just occurred to me that it's been ages since I last updated. oops.&lt;br /&gt;BUT here's the update- I spent my CNY in &lt;strong&gt;bandung, indonesia&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nice place luh, and for a trip which I wasn't exactly looking forward to in the beginning, it was great. Left on the eve (PON SCHOOL MUAHAHAR) and sat SIA flight for the first time in my whole life. SIA is supergood, especially the in flight games :) Most of the whole flight to and fro was spent playing super mario, eating and attempting to unblock my poor ears which are still blocked to this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to endure (not really that bad though) a four-hour journey to bandung from jakarta, where most of us were either overwhelmed by the scenery or sleeping like pigs at the back (i.e. my cousins and I). The whole place is abundant in green stuff, goats, cows and dunkin' donuts! :D The rest stops were nice too and their KFC seems better than the ones here. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and at last we reached Sheraton hotel bandung! :) abit the weird to see one nice five star hotel springing up right in the middle of a cluster of old shophouses and everything with food carts all over the place, but ohwellnevermind the hotel was GREAT too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was ummmmm at a family friend's huge sprawling hilltop private house (they have two more somewhere nearby O: ), bbq and steamboat! BE JEALOUS and willette wee you're NOT the only one who had steamboat okaye. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;And then we watched American Idol back in the hotel room till we fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day TWO/ I FELL SICK WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember alot of what happened except that I completely lost my appetite that day and probably ate the equivalent of one and a half plate of rice and a few chicken sticks. We drove right up to the mountain to see an extinct volcano with the huge huge huge crater at the bottom! It was so cool luh but the stupid touts had to come and destroy the whole ambience of the place by bounding up to you to try and sell their wares every chance they get. And because my aunt went and nearly bought something, our van was surrounded by a hoard of touts pounding at our windows and we had to drive off without getting more pictures of the craters. Grrrrrr go away you touts. Get away from the volcano, get a job and get a nicer un-tout-ish life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountaintop was SO COLD i was shivering for the rest of the day, even after we soaked our feet in the hot springs. Our lunch was on this cool nice hilltop restaurant where we ate in a little hut exclusively for us, with cushions spread all over the floor so we all napped for awhile until the food came. I slept the whole lunch coz me was sort of in sick and dying mode already. After lunch I think mum discovered that I was having a high fever so we both stoned and sponged in a cafe until the rest were done shopping, then we slept through the night in the hotel room. Oh the most amusing thing was that they gave my mum an old fashioned clinical thermometer, the kind where you have to shake all the mercury and wait one minute for the mercury to shoot up the thermometer. THANK GOD FOR EAR THERMOMETERS AND WHATEVER THERMOMETER I'M GONNA USE FOR TEMP TAKING EXERCISE TOMORROW : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three! I got well, and we went on major shopping sprees at the factory outlets :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove back to jakarta, checked in to another nice hotel where we'd be staying for the night. Lol we survived a massive traffic jam just to get to a mall for steak dinner, but the food was pretty good there and I almost bought new skins for my ipod there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four! HOME :) oh and of course before that we had some fun at the hotel first, went to another mall for lunch and baskin robbins ice cream dessert! :) Then rush rush rush check out of the hotel, said bye bye to the wonderful driver who took care of us throughout the whole trip, managed to catch the 5pm flight and got back home. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought popeye shirts for gourmet at last, from rumah mode. Good thing we never got to buy the shirts from bossini back here 'coz they're so so so so so much cheaper in the bandung shops. There's something popular about popeye there which I don't get. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. But i finished my work and i finished blogging AT LAST hohohohoho! :) and yes i love bandung to bits and pieces :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-6527565338131034464?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/6527565338131034464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=6527565338131034464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6527565338131034464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/6527565338131034464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-8286726624248804547</id><published>2008-01-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:29:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>i'm just so reluctant to work some nights, and tonight's one of those weird nights.&lt;br /&gt;Just staring at the table, stoning and thinking of scooting off to have a honeymoon with the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go do jian bao luh, since I really should be doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and something I almost forgot! xD&lt;br /&gt;I love the current seating arrangement! And our side's the all-time craziest side of the classroom, there's liy jieying me eileenseetoh and ziyi in the front, and wil, lory, waiian and dorcas at the back. We're the ultimate recipe for classroom chaos and high-ness, seriously. :)&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE and jieying I saw your blog! It's been a smashing time sitting between you and eileen! On my right side I hear loads of korean fandom discussions spilling in and on the right I've got a combination of brave &lt;em&gt;flagellum &lt;/em&gt;stories, random comments on hedda gabler with extra cheemness, with a dash of -ahem- hardly noticeable sexual innuendoes :D and you've been extra helpful and tolerant (?) with my sudden spasms of euphoria and banana songs. love ya! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. Me is feeling much happier ;) shall do my work now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-8286726624248804547?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/8286726624248804547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=8286726624248804547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8286726624248804547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/8286726624248804547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=': )'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-4781335377824400837</id><published>2008-01-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:19:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;that's us, the smelly people who got to miss three whole smelly days of school to go for something even better- IMCB. : D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R53TTe6Wt-I/AAAAAAAAADs/UthtF_2Y2qo/s1600-h/Photo0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160513079705253858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R53TTe6Wt-I/AAAAAAAAADs/UthtF_2Y2qo/s320/Photo0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160516193556543474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R53WIu6Wt_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Xako2bh3wiE/s320/Photo0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am feeling immensely happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose today just worked really well- had subway lunch with valsoh, went home with valsoh and reached home at 4.00pm which is record time for going home by public transport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I FINISHED ENGLISH. WEEHEEHEEHEE. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;And now I must really chiong bio journal and jian3 bao4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah, cable tv must know that i'm a sixteen-year-old and that i should really grow up, or else they wouldn't bring playhousedisney channel over to digital cable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my playyyyhouse back. : / because thomas is still fun to watch although the whole show's just about one man narrating with cute trains moving around in cool landscapes with REAL SMOKE. Besides, it serves as my simplest (literally) form of entertainment when there's nothing nice on nick, cartoonnetwork and chinese MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want digital cable too : / it'll be pretty fun, but hello we're not rich so byebye playhouse, byebye digital cable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;grow up, octeo. grow up, earn loads of money and then go subscribe to digitalcable. heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are all falling sick! xinqi and shin didn't come today, yitong and willette were sick in school. ah well. get well soon all you dear funny friends! virus spreads like wildfire. like old auntie's gossip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ttfn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-4781335377824400837?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/4781335377824400837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=4781335377824400837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4781335377824400837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/4781335377824400837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/01/wheee.html' title='WHEEE :)'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VO5qdSy1sZI/R53TTe6Wt-I/AAAAAAAAADs/UthtF_2Y2qo/s72-c/Photo0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-939799031445672742</id><published>2008-01-21T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:33:04.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imcb!</title><content type='html'>Heehee I really should scoot off and do lit now but i'm taking a quick break.&lt;br /&gt;FOR JUST A NICE QUICK UPDATE! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was fantubulous thanks to imcb! We had a totally smashing time there (especially the food and the toilets and the SOCIALIZING), but yeah on the whole there's seriously alot of stuff to learn. Although like valsoh says, it's all wash-wash-wait-wash-wait-wait-wash-some-more-then-wait. NOW WE'RE PIPETTE PROS : D&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, before imcb I actually took ten minutes to figure out how to use those pipettes hanging in the cold cold bio lab properly. And now we can all pipette within seconds : D&lt;br /&gt;All the funny stuff we did and everything! Like the mutated zebraman aloysius and our total craziness with that repeat joke, making mad rushes to the card-operated doors just so we could tap our card keys, and pressing our hands at the door sensor thing to make them open for fun : ) we seem like a naughty bunch. oh well. we're actually very guai and smart : D&lt;br /&gt;and all the new friends! at first we were all super sad that we'd have to split into different groups but my bench (and bench five too) was super super nice! since we had to keep washing and waiting for the embryos, the bunch of us decided to talk! :) yup so at the back there was shufen jiayan cheryl and I and april who'd come over quite alot :D and the crazy guys in the front! and the drinking goggles game that was kind of goofy. and I didn't geddit the first time I played.&lt;br /&gt;I miss biopolis food. The stuff there is so good and unbelievably cheap (compared to other food courts, it is cheap). HAH and on the last day, zhiyu xinqi willette and I kept pressing *cough auntie cough* peiwen for her CCA during her time in rg. WE GUESSED IT RIGHT OKAY. WILLETTEWEE AND I GUESSED CALLIGRAPHY! :)&lt;br /&gt;shall miss imcb very much! (and with the influx of post-imcb convos on msn it's quite impossible not to miss it : D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer there's still much to be done. Like RS reflections (oh darnnit) and Math reflections. Lit can wait till tomorrow MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and david, it's good to be straight! :D so no worries!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-939799031445672742?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/939799031445672742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=939799031445672742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/939799031445672742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/939799031445672742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/01/imcb.html' title='imcb!'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116157.post-3802969716292720588</id><published>2008-01-13T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:27:12.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO, WORLD (:</title><content type='html'>i seriously need loads and loads of discipline now. TRUCKLOADS of them, if I ever want to get my work and exams done properly and settle all the class and chuiguan stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD, YOU'RE LOOKING AT AN OCTEO THAT'S JUST STARTED GEARIN' UP FOR THE NIGHTMARES OF SECFOUR. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty smart now, and I don't know why! oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11116157-3802969716292720588?l=the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/feeds/3802969716292720588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11116157&amp;postID=3802969716292720588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3802969716292720588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11116157/posts/default/3802969716292720588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-octeorrific-orchestra.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-world.html' title='HELLO, WORLD (:'/><author><name>Octeopus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
