<?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-5523190467409622377</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:36:31.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THEY'LL SAY</title><subtitle type='html'>all the salt in the world can't melt that ice</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-984428373823712663</id><published>2007-11-12T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:18:16.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/subway_walls"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah again, sorry. BECAUSE LA stupid blogger so hard to do the photos RAWR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-984428373823712663?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/984428373823712663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=984428373823712663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/984428373823712663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/984428373823712663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/moved-yeah-again-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7127359437710653916</id><published>2007-11-12T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T05:05:03.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna hear some rhythm</title><content type='html'>This is the most exciting day by far, I am going to for the last time, make a list of post-O activities. I am being way too selfish but I can't help it. It's not even the buying that excites me, it's the part where I come up with a million things to buy and do that's fun. Plus it distracts me from tomorrow's complicating plans and I DON'T WANNA CHOOSE. Also I've been sitting here for the past half hour or so, and my sister's alarm clock has been ringing incessantly, but the best part is this: she's still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS TO DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Bruce Springsteen's new album Magic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131933078866975586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzhJ8fDxW2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/WVoErr1-wAA/s320/Magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2 Michael Jackson's greatest hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131933443939195762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzhKRvDxW3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/DuOBAkukGQA/s320/michael+jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 The Beatles: Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club first, but then subsequently as many as I can get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131937713136688034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzhOKPDxW6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2ebzvQ--qxU/s320/Beatles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Gibson les paul... maybe a Fender stratocaster. I don't know! Soon. I don't know yet &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 threadless teeeeeeeeeeeeeeees Ashley! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 develop good pictures, buy frames from Ikea, adorn wall &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 trash people so badly in COD4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 shop for Italyyyyyy!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 explore Haji Lane, Arab Street, Bugis Street/Village &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 dress like a hippie with the long flowy skirts and insane accessories &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 get proper footwear &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12 BUY. SPEAKERS. COOL. SWEET. SPEAKERS. my current speakers are so messed up. I want one with like AWESOME putting through of bass, but not in a techno-way la. I don't want too big. I don't even know if these speakers are good, but I want something like that. If I can have surround sound, I want, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131937163380874130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzhNqPDxW5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MGlMAnn1UJ4/s320/speakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually they're quite ugly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 Get proper covering for iPod &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14 Go clubbing with FATHER. Haha jazz clubs and all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 Obedience cell reunion!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAH :D :D :D :D :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16 Picnic at Greenfield with cell (Eugene not invited) HEHEHE xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17 Watch all the movies I said I would &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm suddenly very tired, and my head hurts cos I was COD4-ing excessively just now. Now I pay the price. AHH D: Dot just said the weirdest thing to me, "I think your singlish is going from bad to worse" Singlish got standard one meh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST. ONE. MORE. PAPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7127359437710653916?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7127359437710653916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7127359437710653916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7127359437710653916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7127359437710653916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-wanna-hear-some-rhythm.html' title='i just wanna hear some rhythm'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzhJ8fDxW2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/WVoErr1-wAA/s72-c/Magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7346206490591751873</id><published>2007-11-10T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:20:16.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ba-ba-ba-bye bye baby, rock yourself to sleep</title><content type='html'>Got the new Eagles album, plus Simon and Garfunkle, my sister buys so impulsively! Speaking of impulsive, we went to the beach at 10PM! It was awesome! We played rugby and ran around and speed and pictures and everything. The smell of the ocean always lingers on you after a trip to the beach, so now I smell of salt and sand, and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night/this morning was Stardust at Lido until 2AM-ish. Omg he kept blasting his horn and doing all these stupid things in the car, hahaha, and Rudy's insane also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy: He's a pro-aethist (talking about the writer of The Golden Compass). Actually he was a noob aethist, then become semi-pro aethist, then now he's a PRO AETHIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuupid hahaha but Stardust was a good show! I don't mind watching again. I thought Yvaine talked too much though. Argh the movie ending was way better than the book! At least the witch-queen died after a struggle. Haha, and Robert's name is Humphrey in the movie! Quite a big difference from the book. Missed out the part about the hairy little man which I was quite excited to see. But then the Dead Brothers, and Captain Shakespeare and his crew were SUPER HILARIOUS. Man, I loved them! 'It's alright Capt'n! We always knew you were a wuss!' Robert De Niro was so hilarious, and Michelle Pfeiffer did very well I think. Her performance was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was out late with same people, walked around HMV for an insanely long time, looking at movies and songs and I want Bruce Springsteen's new album!!! Ate at Heeren. Sorry I keep thinking about how long we walked around at HMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was CHURCH, really good message on Pioneering. Right then and there I didn't feel much la, honestly I was really pooped. But I know that God has called me to the area of missions and I don't mean just Singapore. Sometimes I really feel the call of God is for me overseas, and I would really love the chance to go out of Singapore and to countries like Philippines Thailand China Africa despite all the luxuries that I'd miss. I think it'd do me a lot of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch at Mos JOY IS CRAZY SHE'S CRAZY! Hahaha we kept coming up with B***** songs and stuff, and Kenneth loves pisai! Heeheeehee siao. Super funny la Alethea wore a dress SEXY sia! Then they all went to Old Chang Kee to buy food haha, Eugene Fabian Rudy came, and we hung out at Mos (again). Man I heard some saddening stuff that makes me feel real crappy. SIGH. Then Eugene left so it was Fabian Rudy and I and they are so retarded maaan seriously, but very fun la, very fun, haha. Then my sis came, then Christine and TTL, haha. Rudy and Christine super funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Wait so your dad is what&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hokkien&lt;br /&gt;Rudy: Aiyah then you are hokkien la! Woman is not important one&lt;br /&gt;Christine: -DEATHGLARE-&lt;br /&gt;Rudy: ... later go home die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stupid conversations haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah if they get married I'll be like the first one to object&lt;br /&gt;Lu: Yeah me also!&lt;br /&gt;Fabian: Like what happens after someone objects ah&lt;br /&gt;TTL: They throw the person out then ask again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA crazy. So funny, yeah. But we left, met the family, bought CALL OF DUTY 4 WHOOOOO!!! I was so hyped, I plugged it up the minute I got home even though tomorrow there's still papers. I played for like 3 hours straight I think. So awesome. I LOVE IT seriously. The pounding in my head and splitting cranial pains I affectionately call, The COD Headache. But yes I OWNZ man, I love COD4. WEDNESDAY SOME PEOPLE ARE GOIN' DOWN, YO! (okay secret secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. MORE. DAYS. ONLY. TWO. MORE. DAYS. I can't stand Kelvin who has random outbursts of "Ohhhhhhhhhh that's right, you still have to study hor?" xP&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/5523190467409622377-7346206490591751873?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7346206490591751873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7346206490591751873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7346206490591751873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7346206490591751873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/ba-ba-ba-bye-bye-baby-rock-yourself-to.html' title='ba-ba-ba-bye bye baby, rock yourself to sleep'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7733069830673511005</id><published>2007-11-09T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:00:59.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before this world starts up again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRWBvDxW1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/tgFIvAUrAgw/s1600-h/DSCN4081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130820463293979474" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRVRfDxWyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8s8LzCsW80o/s320/DSCN4069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRVA_DxWxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Vyu_DDCdJvg/s1600-h/DSCN4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130819350897449746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRVA_DxWxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Vyu_DDCdJvg/s320/DSCN4068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRUsvDxWwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RaqfhD2WwhM/s1600-h/DSCN4052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130819003005098754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRUsvDxWwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RaqfhD2WwhM/s320/DSCN4052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRUg_DxWvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lDpu04MKkHY/s1600-h/DSCN4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130818801141635826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRUg_DxWvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lDpu04MKkHY/s320/DSCN4040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;post-O's dinner at outback steakhouse the most expensive friggin restaurant ever with crazy gst and service charge pfffffft. it was the most expensive ordinary meal but had fun waiters that laughed at us and played Where Is The Love cos we were talking so insanely loudly. reminiscing about our four years, i told tammy it would happen. relax the emo bit hasn't come yet, but it will soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the playground was wet but a few rounds of blind man took our minds off the dampness, and also speculating about a couple sitting off to a side, PDA-ing, but the best part was that their genders were unknown O_O today tammy says it was a guy and a girl, but i stick to what my own eyes told me: it was two guys. love 7! but chem is calling meeeeee sigh JUST 4 MORE DAYYYYYSSSSS grrr. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7733069830673511005?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7733069830673511005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7733069830673511005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7733069830673511005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7733069830673511005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/before-this-world-starts-up-again.html' title='before this world starts up again'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RzRWBvDxW1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/tgFIvAUrAgw/s72-c/DSCN4081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5264889133938962335</id><published>2007-11-09T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:26:25.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well i wish i lived in the land of fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLj0__JYgfw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLj0__JYgfw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch this! :D Awesome part of The Godfather, which I watched last night with my dad. It's an extremely long movie, but really good! The characters are each so deep, and Michael's character change is so insane, man. The Godfather should be a book, and we should do it for LIT. It'd be so bloody awesome. Darn Michael's crazy. Al Pacino did a good job. And Vito Corleone is my homeboy, yo! I'm all pissed that he died, hah. But good movie, another strike off my list, YESSS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stardust tonight! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the memory of how horribly done my lit paper was&lt;br /&gt;returns to haunt me every now and then&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think about it i think about&lt;br /&gt;how i've failed and how i've let myself down&lt;br /&gt;and just how horribly done that paper was&lt;br /&gt;messy, no structure, repetition, forgetting key ideas&lt;br /&gt;i think this is but the beginning of a reigning mental torture&lt;br /&gt;that won't go away because i'll never have another chance&lt;br /&gt;to correct my paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-5264889133938962335?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5264889133938962335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5264889133938962335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5264889133938962335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5264889133938962335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-wish-i-lived-in-land-of-fools.html' title='well i wish i lived in the land of fools'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-1101514162039345810</id><published>2007-11-07T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:50:30.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep you in the dark</title><content type='html'>I'm finished making sense&lt;br /&gt;Done pleading ignorance&lt;br /&gt;That whole defense&lt;br /&gt;Spending this energy&lt;br /&gt;But the wheel is spining me, it's never ending&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Same old story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh man tiring day, tiring day. I'mma pooped. Insanely expensive linner/lunner/dinch/dunch? and heck of a fun time CS-ing in the morning :D LOVED Ice World the first time we played it. Second time I lost my touch, yo. Haha, aiyah haven't played in so long! But Ox Mitch and Madho are hilarious as ever. Yanyu is gross she rolled in on her heelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there is some family event, and then I'm going to shop for some stuff... CDs/shoes/swimstuff/books/musicstuff/roomstuff, aiyah a lot of things la. Kkkkkkkkk my eyelids are failing to keep up! Night, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-1101514162039345810?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1101514162039345810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=1101514162039345810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1101514162039345810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1101514162039345810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-you-in-dark_07.html' title='Keep you in the dark'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8964534225340607062</id><published>2007-11-06T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:34:39.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep you in the dark</title><content type='html'>I striked off one movie! Yayyy!!! I am insanely excited for tomorrow to start, but then I'm a little upset, because the day starts with CS from 11-ish to dinner :( Man I might consider ponning CS to catch up on my movies. Sigh I really wanna catch up on my movies, hahaha. I think I'll watch another one now... My mom gave me a box to rummage through, all the DVDs that my dad bought while in Msia and stuff. I found quite a lot of shows that I wanted, plus some more. I just watched The Pursuit of Happyness... it was alright I think? Not as heart-wrenching or tear-jerking as I thought it would be, but it's a good show. And Will Smith's kid is without a doubt the cutest kid ever. His hair is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got with me now: The Queen, Half Nelson, Lucky Number Slevin [not on list], Syriana [not on list], Collateral, The Last King of Scotland [forgot to put on list], Blood Diamond, Flags of our Fathers [not on list], The Inside Man, The Good Shepherd [not on list]. So basically yeah, I'm gonna get through all this by the end of this week! Man I am so excited, and Stardust soooon! I need to get Schindler's List and Life Is Beautiful, next, and I'll catch Triplets of Bellville in theatres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit, truth be told, wasn't amazing. Macbeth wasn't as straightforward as I hoped, and Joy Luck was a mistake. I should've done the Sad question. I think too much, I thought that the question was so simple, that the answer couldn't be that easy. It wasn't amazing, I'm just hoping I'll scrape an A1. I really am. I'm really praying that God blesses me with a 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, O'S ARE UNOFFICIALLY OVER, and the partying starts tomorrow morning, 11 plus at BTP: counter-strike with a bunch of fun-lovin' fools, hopefully a movie at The Tall One's house, and then dinner with my favourite factorial. I'm lovin' it &lt;3333 really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great unofficial post-O's celebration, all :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8964534225340607062?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8964534225340607062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8964534225340607062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8964534225340607062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8964534225340607062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-you-in-dark.html' title='keep you in the dark'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8287751659052630201</id><published>2007-11-05T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:20:31.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish we'd all been ready</title><content type='html'>Awesome song. I wish I lived in the era of the hippies. Dyed t-shirts and long wavy hair, a little bit bohemian, long skirts and flowers in your hair. Haha. There's so many eras in which I wish I lived for just a little bit, to see what it's like. The song is a real awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life was filled with guns and war,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all of us got trampled on the floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish we'd all been ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children died, the days grew cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A piece of bread could buy a bag of gold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish we'd all been ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's no time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To change your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Son has come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you've been left behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man and wife asleep in bed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She hears a noise, turns her head he's gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish we'd all been ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two men walking up a hill,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One disappears, one's left standing still.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish we'd all been ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's no time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To change your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Son has come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you've been left behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Father spoke, the demons died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could you have been so blind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's no time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To change your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Son has come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you've been left behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I Wish We'd All Been Ready, Larry Norman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't plan on doing it, really, cos I wrote them all out of a piece of paper (twice). But then Eve did it, and then I couldn't help it! I'm just so excited for FREEDOM. I am doing this from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies that I will catch after O's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stardust &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Inside Man &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man On Fire &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schindler's List &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Beautiful Life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behind Enemy Lines &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Hawk Down &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saving Private Ryan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Black Dahlia &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood Diamond &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Departed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infernal Affairs (again) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prestige (again) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shakespeare In Love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Queen &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Pursuit Of Happyness&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Godfather&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOTR &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Triplets of Belleville &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulp Fiction &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casablanca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fight Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Clockwork Orange (I will read this too) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reservoir Dogs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Braveheart &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben Hur &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;... maybe 300 again &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bourne Identity/Supremacy/Ultimatum &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Die Hard &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;V for Vendetta &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letters from Iwo Jima &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Independence Day &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day After Tomorrow (again) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ocean's 11/12/13&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fast and the Furious 1/2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TROY (YEAH AGAIN!!!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Officer and A Gentleman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk The Line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Italian Job &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stranger Than Fiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freedom Writers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half Nelson &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casanova &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr Strangelove: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The Bomb &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Good, The Bad and The Ugly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE DOWN 50 MOVIES. It's insane. But I want to watch like half of that SOON. Okay I wanna add just one more: The Manchurian Candidate. This is crazy. I'm so excited, tomorrow is unofficially our last day. Tomorrow I will go to VideoEzy and start renting! This is the most exciting thing EVER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ending of Stardust the book greatly disappointed me by the way. Gaiman ruined the ending! I can't believe the witch-queen just gave up. That's just plain darn-i've-gotta-submit-this-by-tmr-better-come-up-with-some-crap. Ah Gaiman you totally disappointed me, seriously. Neverwhere was so impressive, but then Stardust just pffffft. I'd prefer a movie of Neverwhere, actually. But ahhwell, Jasper Fforde now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8287751659052630201?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8287751659052630201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8287751659052630201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8287751659052630201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8287751659052630201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish-wed-all-been-ready.html' title='i wish we&apos;d all been ready'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6637760899399711282</id><published>2007-11-04T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T03:55:36.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a new jersey success story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ehhhh I'm sorryyyyy laaa :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who's the bomb, Rudy's the bomb. I asked him to help me burn Foo Fighters' new album, and he did-- along with like a tonne of other great stuff (except Paramore, sorry, I don't like). Some new bands that are pretty good too. See, that's why Rudy's the bomb. He's a terrorist sia. Thanks Rudy! :D :D :D My songs always increase significantly when you burn a CD for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying Venice is INSANE. The Rise of Venice has three aspects: Political, Economical, Social, and each aspect has like 4 -5 factors. Political has 7. And that's just the RISE of Venice. I still have the Decline to go :( WHYYYYY ARE YOU SO FACTORIAL omsbz. K I'm revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exemplary political system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;no few families controlled the govt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;orderly pyramidial system of govt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doge on top, general assembly below &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;council of forty, grand council, senate and ducal council in btwn &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the councils handled foreign affairs, coinage, laws, disputes, commerce &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doge had to be very experienced A.K.A old so that he wouldn't rule for too long a time (cos he will die faster what) and be able to gain power and become a DICTATORRRRZZ. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Fair electoral system &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;no election campaigns, no unnecessary rivalries between candidates &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;council sets up a nomination committee through balloting &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if a family member secures a spot in the committee, the family must withdraw from the ballot &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pool of candidates nominated by committee, this ensures no incompetent officers hold office &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no officer holds office for more than two years so they can't acquire too much power &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Capable and talented leadership &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;leaders were forward-looking &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they were fined if talented people refused to serve &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sebastiano ziani divided venice into districts so he = OWNZZ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Effective system of checks on power &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the council of ten ensured that govt was running smoothly with no corruption &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;members of the council of ten could only serve in office for a year &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no two members of the council were from the same family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the citizens then were confident that the government implemented policies to benefit the country, and not for their own advantages &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;were willing to work closely with the government &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Practical policies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when europe was at war with middle east, venice still retained good relations with middle east, this thus did not affect her wealth that came from the middle east &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accomodated bigger countries eg france, but asserted power on smaller, weaker countries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paid off pirates to attack non-venetian ships instead, but later destroyed them with strong navy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Strong navy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;venice's wealth came mostly from the sea, so strong navy was needed to protect venetian ships, from pirates, and to attack non-venetian ships &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;allowed venice to take over key trade ports &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;venice dominated trade from east to west &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;other countries forced to trade with venice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;allowed venice to levy high taxes on goods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;highly skilled carpenters that build venice's amazing ships weren't allowed to leave venice, so kena other countries can't build total ownage ships &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Citizen's involvement &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;each district had a district head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aided by a police chief and 100 citizens who were policemen &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;each district head served in council of ten for a month each time &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;allowed council members ot receive first-hand feedback from citizens, and allowed citizens to gain a sense of belonging to the country &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best ah, that's only political. Still got economic, social. And then the DECLINE of Venice. Wahlaoooo, why you declineeee :( OKAY Lord please help me to remember everything please please please thank you in Jesus name Amen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I TELL YOU NEH IS SO CUNNING. She is obviously studying, and she called me and said, 'Wahlao, Chen, can you please stop studying?' WAHLAO EH, we all stop studying so she can study a lot and pwnz us man. Good ah, Neh, best. You're so sly like a wolf! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hands are shaking, I haven't eaten since yesterday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-6637760899399711282?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6637760899399711282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6637760899399711282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6637760899399711282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6637760899399711282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-new-jersey-success-story.html' title='i&apos;m a new jersey success story'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7246956671746378631</id><published>2007-11-02T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T04:18:25.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how long, how long</title><content type='html'>For the most awesome period of time, I was at home alone, and the serenity of being in an empty house is amazing. But then shortly after that my sister barged in and all peace disappeared. Pffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While studying SS, I am resisting the temptation to play some music, because Eddy says [and i know from some sort of experience] that it's harder to memorise with music on. So I am not listening in order to memorise more stuff better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided on: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Harmony &amp;amp; Discord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Conflict Among Countries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Diplomacy/Deterrence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Good Governance in Singapore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Venice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 A leeeeeeeeeettle bit of NHS/education/ageing pop/housing/dev. in 21st century &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite a lot, but thankfully I'm pretty familiar with the first three topics. Over-familiar, haha. Also, I heard from some random people that Diplomacy might come out. YAY YAY YAY! I love diplomacy, and conflict among countries. Favourite :D I'm a little afraid for Venice, because it's the first time I'm chionging it. I didn't do it for prelims. Ahh well. SS is SS. If you aren't freaking out, then you'd better start, cos it's SS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mygoodness I'm beginning to self-doubt a lot of things. Like a lot. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RyxYrDbswKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/izXevpY1-_Q/s1600-h/time+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128571572347256994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RyxYrDbswKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/izXevpY1-_Q/s320/time+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baby I wanna turn back time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7246956671746378631?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7246956671746378631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7246956671746378631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7246956671746378631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7246956671746378631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/ohhhmygoodness-i-cannot-do-this-i.html' title='how long, how long'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RyxYrDbswKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/izXevpY1-_Q/s72-c/time+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5989831951933007410</id><published>2007-11-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:12:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lift my hands, lift my heart</title><content type='html'>I woke up with the intention of staying home and studying my brains out. But I have extremely low self-discipline, something that I know I have, yet I do nothing to control it. So my brother asked me to go down to the Barclays Singapore Open, because I did last year. I vehemently objected, but he insisted going, "Siyi! Priorities! GOLF FIRST!" Haha, aiyah it was quite tempting so I just went along la. Sigh now I feel very guilty. I don't know what to do. My bio isn't very good or anything. My SS is... just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Barclays was really good. Photos up soon + yesterday's stuff. Probably after next Tuesday. I just realised that BIO, SS, LIT are consecutive. And they're all the essay writing subjects. MOE best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-5989831951933007410?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5989831951933007410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5989831951933007410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5989831951933007410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5989831951933007410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/lift-my-hands-lift-my-heart.html' title='lift my hands, lift my heart'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7293699255278111767</id><published>2007-11-01T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:29:19.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do before i die #201897312: refute my own affidavit</title><content type='html'>Today we had the most awesome opportunity to go down the supreme court, court 4D, and watch the trial, Amutha Valli vs Novena Church. I am a bit hesitant to speak of what happened, lest there be the existence of some law I've never heard. But I will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived about 130pm or so, 1 hour before it's due to start. And already there are about 70 odd people in the queue. Granted, there are none below the age of 40, I'm assuming. Most of them have strands of white hair peeking out of their mops or the sunlight that filtered in through the glass windows of the supreme court bouncing off their bald heads. So yeah. We stood in the line and pulled out History/Macbeth respectively to attempt to make that period of time productive. The two uncles behind us chatted us up in a non-cheeko way. His name is George and he's very nice. I don't know the other guy. He asked us if we were law students, to which we replied, "No, we're only sec4." but inside we felt triumphant, in a omg-we-look-like-law-students way. After awhile, someone called George and picked up the phone, replying with his own idiosyncrasies, and ends with, "Hurry up, I'm here with two St Margaret's students." In a way I feel it's a little bit too paedophilic, but then again I shrugged it off and laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob arrived, after lunch. He got sent to the back by this church lady. Heeehehehe he didn't get in. Sorry, Bob! But he did point out to me several people who were of some importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the courtroom, the lawyers came in slowly, at staggering intervals. Jimmy Yim entered and chatted with some people in the gallery. Then he went to his desk, plopped himself down in a chair and hung out with his cronies, interns, servants, slaves. He wasn't at all the serious man I thought he would be. The severe connotations associated with the courtroom in my mind were immediately discharged. He smiled, joked and played around with his loyal cronies. Tito Isaac walked in, and exchanged warm greetings with Yim. The defence are a well-knit bunch. Bajwa came in at this point, but he is kind of a Pariah, excluded from the sprightly joy of the laughing lawyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amutha Valli walked in like a frail, fragile woman, flanked on both sides by her maid and her daughter. Her daughter walked in like she was pissed with the whole world. Still, she caringly escorted her mother to the stand, then took her seat at the back. I'm glad that the court didn't make her sit in the public gallery, I don't think she could've taken it. Amutha Valli sat down, her maid faithfully by her side. She looked wrecked, nervous, her emotions the ruins of the strong forte destroyed around her. Tito Isaac is a perfect gentleman, speaking so slowly so that she understood that it was almost excruciatingly painful. Many times, her eyes conveyed a maelstrom of feelings, unspoken but definitely felt. Many times, she replied question with question, unable to recall some of the most important things in a person's life. It seemed like the only thing on her frazzled mind was the Novena incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gallery was full of uncles and aunties with opinions and barrels full of laughter. When Tito asked Mrs Jeyabal if she would ever lie to doctors, she replied defensively with, "I always teach my children this. Don't lie to teachers, and don't lie to doctors." Tito, with his wit conveniently about him, asked, "What about lawyers?" illiciting a hearty laugh from the elderly gallery. This prompted the hilarious security guard to leap to his feet, to silence the giggling gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried countless times, recollecting memories of her dead (very clearly established) father, her loveless marriage and how being in court would have shamed her parents. At the back, her daughter sat stiff, rigid, alert. I couldn't help but wonder what was running through her head. On one hand I was full of sympathy for her mother, reduced to a crying, sobbing emotional wreck. On the other hand, I keep thinking, she's an amazing actress. The uncles and aunties each have decided in their own minds who is guilty, and had no problems voicing their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more tomorrow I'm tired, exhausted. Ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7293699255278111767?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7293699255278111767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7293699255278111767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7293699255278111767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7293699255278111767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-to-do-before-i-die-201897312.html' title='things to do before i die #201897312: refute my own affidavit'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-213029715433216097</id><published>2007-10-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:31:34.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God be their solution</title><content type='html'>So we were bored and skipped down to the park at about 9 or so to laugh at kids in costumes for tonight is Halloween, if all of you don't know. We find a bunch of secondary school kids some in costume some not playing at the playground, and we say hi, hello. Lu knows some of them. We climb onto the monkey bars to observe the hoopla from a higher view, and one of the kids offers me candy, because he 'doesn't eat candy.' I have candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we've seen one pirate, one mafia boss, one devil, and one ghost. Not too original. But my brother was a Raffles boy, I was an All Blacks player, and my sister was normal. We weren't dressed up la, it's just we were wearing. Haha. Someone's scandalous, oh man, hilarious. The boys at the park are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you only came out cos we called you, cos you were a loner!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a loner! I was playing computer!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, only loners play the computer! L-O-L. R-O-F-L. L-M-A-O. WHAT-THE-HELL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kid makes laughing so easy. We got to laugh and I got candy. Good night, good night. Right now I'm trying to watch next week's Grey's episode on alluc, because it is awesome and Addison saves the day. Addison is awesome, although I can't stand that she's very much of a slut.&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/5523190467409622377-213029715433216097?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/213029715433216097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=213029715433216097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/213029715433216097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/213029715433216097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-be-their-solution.html' title='God be their solution'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6639308434599713810</id><published>2007-10-30T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:42:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may our streets be filled with joy</title><content type='html'>from the mountain to the valley&lt;br /&gt;hear our praises rise to You&lt;br /&gt;from the heavens to the nations&lt;br /&gt;hear our singing fill the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream shout yell AHH. O's is not over O's is not over O's is not over. I hate that it's so extremely stretched out. If not, man we'd be done by now. Or at least by this week. It's so torturous just the thought of it: THREE MORE WEEKS. Gahh D: Okay I want to clap my hands for MOE, thanks for setting the best Emaths P2 ever. And also, thanks, for giving me the chance to stone for 1.5hours, seriously. Thanks. It was the most boring time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hungry, hungry person right now. Just before this we attempted to look interested in some grotesque sort of egg-like food, and curry fish that seemed mutilated beyond recognition. I mean I was like, 'Woah is that potato?' So yeah for dinner I had a meagre, minute portion of rice and some of the fishtato. Sigh so picky right, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I make up for it: breakfast with Dorothy Tang and Macs in all it's scintillating glory. Oh man man hashbrowns and egg mcmuffins and dorothy tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so serious beyond belief right now, when I say that Hillsong songs in the 90s, 01, 02 are way more awesome than the United stuff now. Sure there's less electric guitars wailing and it's not as rock, but the anointing that was on these guys at that time is just so obvious through the music, that the songs just exude this familiarity with God. I love it. And the songs are funky, too, really really. I lovelove the early Hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, I'll never forget, never have since the first time I heard it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He can make a way where there isn’t a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s what the love of God can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything can start new every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s what the love of God can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole world changed when love stepped in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s what the love of God can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearts to save and a world to win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s what the love of God can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love flies higher, walks through fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn’t change from day to day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it’s really love, it just won’t give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love will never pass away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is patient, love is kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone else wins, love doesn’t mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love believe and love forgives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God is the start of all of this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-6639308434599713810?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6639308434599713810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6639308434599713810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6639308434599713810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6639308434599713810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/may-our-streets-be-filled-with-joy.html' title='may our streets be filled with joy'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8992967573117535281</id><published>2007-10-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:48:01.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH I AM THE WORST I WENT OUT AND BOUGHT TWO BOOKS. TWO TWO TWO!!! I AM SPENDING TOO MUCH $$ ON BOOKS, AND THEN I CAME HOME AND DID NOT STUDY, CHANGED A GUITAR STRING AND WATCHED HANNAH MONTANA. On the plus side tomorrow is CLB listening for half hour. Awesome. DOT WANNA GO MACS FOR BFAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8992967573117535281?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8992967573117535281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8992967573117535281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8992967573117535281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8992967573117535281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhhh-i-am-worst-i-went-out-and-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7631419703046348167</id><published>2007-10-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:45:49.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but God who called me here below</title><content type='html'>church today was funnnnnyyyy, the armpit hair infrared thing was hilarious. short service, but then we all went down to watch basketball and that was funny to the max, seriously. i have like the funniest zone ever &lt;3 haha. and chow leon wanting rebekah were playing and they totally pwnz! wanting and rebekah are awesome shooters, really, and chow and leon did this cool pass thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugene was just lame la like the entire day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no la, i so hot until my heat cause everybody to backslide."&lt;br /&gt;"eh please ah, please. don't touch my muscles."&lt;br /&gt;"... hello ma? then how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday also! but yeah stupid boy is super hilarious. cracks me up, haha. joy and i were trying this stupid same hand same leg running thing! AHAHA i died laughing when noel tried to do it, and chow also! ohhh maaaan. but yeah la, and fabian was wearing these shorts that said Irish, so madeline's like "WAHLAO GO HOME LA IRISH!" ehehehe super funny. oh man i love zone 3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS ENGLISH TOMORROW IS L1 L1 L1!!! L1 GANG I'LL MAKE YOU PROUD! God's helping me, haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7631419703046348167?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7631419703046348167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7631419703046348167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7631419703046348167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7631419703046348167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-god-who-called-me-here-below.html' title='but God who called me here below'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6085084428356080830</id><published>2007-10-26T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:15:09.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE EARTH SHALL SOON DISSOLVE LIKE SNOW&lt;br /&gt;THE SUN FORBEAR TO SHINE&lt;br /&gt;BUT GOD WHO CALLED ME HERE BELOW&lt;br /&gt;SHALL BE FOREVER MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swim swim swim emaths emaths food food i am red, yay! :D tomorrow is zone outing let's get tanner! okay i'm only going for awhile, because why? still must study whaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got STARDUST! another gaiman. sigh i was so disappointed, no hornby or fforde :( they are my homeboys okay, seriously. i love both of them but always don't have D: well i saw at timesnewslink, but then my mum didn't wanna get it for me! and i didn't bring my wallet. AHH i am so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i love talking to loe about O's :) she makes me very scared/nervous/excited/relax/happy/sad, and i need this kind of emotional roller coaster rides because currently feeling rather stagnant. but yeah it's true. we were talking about the bell curve and everything. she's the best, she's like, 'I HOPE WE RISE AND ALL THE OTHER SCHOOLS FALL.' hehheh i love her muchly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I LOST LIKE 3 LIT, 2 ENGLISH, 1 EMATHS, 1 BIO PAPER(S). I don't really give for the emaths/bio papers but MY LIT AND ENGLISH AHHH D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-6085084428356080830?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6085084428356080830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6085084428356080830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6085084428356080830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6085084428356080830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/earth-shall-soon-dissolve-like-snow-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4140470085849540957</id><published>2007-10-25T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:53:23.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Amazing grace! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How sweet the sound &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That saved a wretch like me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I once was lost, but now am found; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was blind, but now I see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And grace my fears relieved; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How precious did that grace appear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hour I first believed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through many dangers, toils and snares, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have already come; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And grace will lead me home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord has promised good to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His word my hope secures; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will my shield and portion be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as life endures&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall but walk always with You,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your heart forever mine,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll live in Christ, so pure and true,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until the end of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And mortal life shall cease, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall possess, within the veil, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A life of joy and peace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world shall soon dissolve like snow, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun refuse to shine; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But God, who called me here below, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall be forever mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the story behind this song, i promise, is so amazing. it's what inspired this song that throws me off my rocker, really. john newton was the lyricist... i wish i could write a hymn as awesome as this one. it changed the world, man. i was listening to the chris tomlin version, and at 'the Lord has promised good to me' i really felt like crying, because honestly, why would God do that for us? give us good things, help us, save us... it's really something i'll never understand. but i hope that i'll forever have this spirit of humility. i'm too arrogant for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I'm a great &lt;strong&gt;sinner&lt;/strong&gt;, but Jesus is a great &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;saviour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXV6HJxUebg" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the concept, i really do. a piano in the middle of nowhere. leaves, trees, autumn, dying, rain. just look at it, right at the beginning. i really want to get to play a piano in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of God's works. i really, really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldn't find a nicer picture, but this one was the best. on flickr, search Piano Nature. there is one photo, that most resembles the one in the video. the video one is still the best though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i grow up, if i live by myself or when i get enough space, i'm going to buy a piano. but not a grand-piano, all black and polished and magnificent. no, i'm going to buy a second-hand, small, jaded, faded, light brown piano, worn from the expert fingers of an old master somewhere, where the wood isn't splintery but isn't so commercially refined. i want one that isn't painted, isn't altered till it looks all dressed up. no, i want one that is bare, fresh, naked. i want a piano like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RyDJzzbswII/AAAAAAAAAOs/MSYIe9rycII/s1600-h/Piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125318267764523138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RyDJzzbswII/AAAAAAAAAOs/MSYIe9rycII/s320/Piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5523190467409622377-4140470085849540957?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4140470085849540957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4140470085849540957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4140470085849540957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4140470085849540957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing-grace-how-sweet-sound-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RyDJzzbswII/AAAAAAAAAOs/MSYIe9rycII/s72-c/Piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3111893528039388821</id><published>2007-10-24T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T03:24:39.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starlight</title><content type='html'>i applaud PM Lee's speech in parliament yesterday, rounding up the 377A debate. he was really able to put himself right in the middle of the situation, and speak with passion but at the same time was very neutral. in a sense he experienced both sides of this fence, but still looked at the big picture. i do hope that personally he is for keeping 377A, but he did a good job in presenting the situation clearly to everyone, for or against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"    The PM was rational, conciliatory and inclusive. As he ended his speech though, it was clear that he had an iron fist in his velvet glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      His message: Cool down, don't push too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "I should therefore say that as a matter of reality, that the more gay activists push this agenda, the stronger will be the push-back from conservative forces in our society, as we are beginning to see already in this debate. The result will be counterproductive because it's going to lead to less space for the gay community in Singapore. So it's better to let the situation evolve gradually.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not psyched about the evolve gradually thing, but it's a way of putting an end to the problem now, which was necessary. so he makes it clear that there is space for homosexuals, but there are limits. so that's good. thio li-ann is also really good. she's a law professor, and an NMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to call a law archaic, is merely chronological snobbery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM WAS ERRRR NO ONE GOT CALCIUM ETHANOATE EXCEPT ETHEL AND JAMIE YAY WE ARE ALL WRONG -.- BUT IT WAS QUITE OKAY! LET'S FOCUS ON GEOG NOW. GEOGEOGEOGEOGEOG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3111893528039388821?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3111893528039388821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3111893528039388821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3111893528039388821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3111893528039388821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/starlight.html' title='starlight'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7051926923701212202</id><published>2007-10-23T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:53:19.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay see i told you it would be harder. sigh i've lost more marks than i promised myself but hopefully the better done paper 1 will be able to pull up my paper 2. my chances of A1 still aren't completely extinguished or anything... they're still quite high actually, haha, right fion! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still a relatively great start to O's... thank God for all His grace and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;377a - to not take a stand, is to take a stand. don't let your kids grow up gay. like that no grandchildren. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaanyways had a long talk about 377a with jamie, and i've come to the conclusion that we both are actually quite fitted and cut-out to be lawyers or just people who talk a lot haha. it was fun though, and i love arguing and using chim words as waiters walk by then we can be all like, 'yeah it's such a pernicious act! i mean the repercussions will really be of monumental proportions.' then they go, 'wah so smart. $10 off la!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRYYYYYYYYYYYYY i love ions i love ions i love ions a lot crap my right eye is twitching. means i'm lying hahaha, no la, it's just been twitching, like for this annoyingly long period of time. my conjunctiva is getting really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this malignant lazy attitude of mine will be my downfall if i were ever a shakespearean play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7051926923701212202?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7051926923701212202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7051926923701212202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7051926923701212202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7051926923701212202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-see-i-told-you-it-would-be-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4633508930495754592</id><published>2007-10-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:23:11.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad walked into my room last night, and i wasn't even studying. but he just went like, 'doesn't matter about the result, okay? just do your best.' it's so cliche but stuff like that, when parents say it, just makes you want to do better even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fion sucks. like, she actually seriously sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiara. doubleyouteeF.♥ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA FRIGGIN KILL MYSELF AND RESTART O LEVELS! @$@#%#&amp;amp;%^*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my strength, strength like no other 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my strength, strength like no other 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MEAN SO FAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my strength, strength like no other 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YOU'VE ONLY LOST 2 MARKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiara. doubleyouteeF.♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;UHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiara. doubleyouteeF.♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you she's crazy. PLEASE, let's clap our hands for her. most paranoid person ever. i could write an impression essay on fion, an extract taken from this point in her life. it would be extremely long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-4633508930495754592?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4633508930495754592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4633508930495754592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4633508930495754592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4633508930495754592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dad-walked-into-my-room-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-1128049517314622505</id><published>2007-10-22T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:26:55.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for the music</title><content type='html'>today's paper was easy, which means tomorrow will be harder. tomorrow there is still p&amp;amp;c functions rv kinematics and a whole load of other stuff. i've lost about five marks from what i know which is pretty good, i guess. but it's still quite hard to say because of the bell curve and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good start to the o levels, though. praise God for His grace. i don't know i still feel quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I was raised up beneath the shade of a georgia pine&lt;br /&gt;and that’s home you know&lt;br /&gt;sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine&lt;br /&gt;where the peaches grow&lt;br /&gt;and my house it’s not much to talk about&lt;br /&gt;but it’s filled with love that’s grown in southern ground&lt;br /&gt;and a little bit of chicken fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i really thank God for music. i am very excited suddenly.&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/5523190467409622377-1128049517314622505?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1128049517314622505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=1128049517314622505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1128049517314622505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1128049517314622505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-for-music.html' title='thank you for the music'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-2682699123331629996</id><published>2007-10-21T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:31:17.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>masks of different aspects</title><content type='html'>before i tell you all about my waking up at 3AM for rugby finals, my day in church, a lot of funny mix-ups during worship, an almost-lunch with andrew's girlfriend where fabian ate sooo slowly it makes you want to eat his food for him, a weird cab driver, and mum's old friends coming over, with their smartwittyintelligenteducatedrafflesinstitution son, rewatching the rugby finals, and a lot of KFC, i will say this: &lt;strong&gt;o levels are tomorrow! &lt;/strong&gt;:D finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well everything above is pretty self explanatory. the rugby finals were pretty good! england's almost-try might've made a difference if it counted, and mathew tait did this AWESOMEAWESOMEAWESOME run he side-stepped like three defenders. and jonny my homeboy defended really well too. but i must say percy montgomery lives up to his rep, and robinson is pretty awesome too. but i thought mathew tait's run was brilliant. the almost-try was so funny cos william gave this gay i-am-so-nervous face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the england france semi-final was pretty good also! man, chabal is so insanely strong it's crazy. but i loved the nz france match, the hakka was srsly eyeball to eyeball. but yeah it's over, rsa wins :( a lot of people were rooting for england i think [WILKINSON!!!]. sigh but we kept laughing at the guy who carves the winner on like immediately onto the cup? but i think he carved it at like the 70th minute, because the only way england could've won was by a double try but they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay watch for chabal at like 4:10 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aq1hIsXiPg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan habana was awesome too, in the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvOkOw4Nn3U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't the final but look at the tackle, man! it was against montgomery HAHA man that's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sILkUOlDKzU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's the best. habana is super fast laaa crap sometimes rugby players look faster than trackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH THIS RUGBY WORLD CUP WITHDRAWAL IS NOT GOOD NOT GOOD I WANT TO WATCH MORE WHY WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay amaths bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-2682699123331629996?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2682699123331629996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=2682699123331629996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2682699123331629996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2682699123331629996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/masks-of-different-aspects.html' title='masks of different aspects'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4342783098637024497</id><published>2007-10-20T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:30:16.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP377A.COM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think the government greatly hesitates repealing 377A because the plain truth is majority of singapore is still against homosexuality.&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;case in point: &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;repeal377a.com = 7000+ signatories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep377a.com = 9000+ signatories &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;basically what i've seen happening is this. homosexuals can be homosexuals in their homes, and the thing is, the police aren't going to go round to every home to see who is gay and having sex. it is impossible for a cosmopolitan society like singapore to have no homosexuals, and it is understandable. so generally, homosexuals can be homosexuals. majority of singapore can actually tolerate that a minority of us are homosexuals. homosexuality then remains, and is not eradicated [because how can you? no matter what they'll be there] although maybe socially unaccepted in general, it still exists. &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;so what now? the gays start to push homosexuality to become mainstream, because they are not happy that homosexuality is socially unaccepted? think about it, so what if the government repeals 377a? it might make you feel less guilty about being gay, but singaporean society would still frown upon it. what's the point then? people aren't going to say, 'okay, since it's legal, then everything's okay.' why do they have to start pushing boundaries? why do we need gay parades? do the straight people have Straight Parades? Heterosexual pride? no! straight people out there say it's acceptable and whatever, because they think it's the right thing to do, that everyone has equal rights. but look: deep down if you knew one of your friends were gay you'd be disgusted with the act. deep down, seriously, you don't like it either. so why are you still repealing? that's hypocrisy is it not? &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;and i'm still keeping to my point, that homosexuality is not something you are born with. it is not a genetic condition. &lt;strong&gt;it's not something you cannot help&lt;/strong&gt;. God didn't make people to be homosexuals. it is not hereditary. it is not a medical condition. it is you.&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;also the christian and muslim communities aren't going to like it. govt cannot ignore these two communities, considering they are fairly large. and because of that, i think, the govt will not repeal it. ultimately govt wants social cohesion [SS] and singapore simply cannot afford social unrest. if people get violent about it, then singapore's busted. the gays don't think about the consequences of repealing 377a. cos i would so totally join a peaceful demonstration HAHAHA against homosexuality (unfortch the govt doesn't like peaceful demonstrations either. they don't like anything remotely close to protests, i'm guessing they aren't too fond of petitions but they have to allow some freedom right lest we become NK2. but if violence is involved, that's a diff story. think hock lee bus! but also, police cannot possibly restrain the Pissed Off forever). but yeah violent reactions would damage singapore greatly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;funnier though, this comment by this guy on the keep377a.com website: "Yeah! Keep it! God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Alan, or Eve and Elaine!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keep praying though. don't wanna end up like sodom or gomorrah right? don't want to kena burn down right? haha JOKING LA but yes it is a sin. so... just keep it. but more importantly: &lt;em&gt;love the people, hate the act.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-4342783098637024497?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4342783098637024497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4342783098637024497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4342783098637024497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4342783098637024497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/keep377acom.html' title='KEEP377A.COM'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-607763667014860945</id><published>2007-10-19T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:16:54.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's see how far we've come</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hd7QpHCR5bM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;matchbox twenty make awesome comeback-- sorta. i like this song though, i love the video. reasons why obama and clinton are the only two important people in election: matchbox twenty features only them, but also, because they've got a huge ass lead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-607763667014860945?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/607763667014860945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=607763667014860945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/607763667014860945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/607763667014860945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-see-how-far-weve-come.html' title='let&apos;s see how far we&apos;ve come'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7861296477745663396</id><published>2007-10-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:29:28.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no law for the judiciary</title><content type='html'>well i find myself absolutely worried, in a way. it's ironically a trivial thing for ME to be worried about, and i am just worried in a very general sense. singapore's judiciary is very scary. i had the privilege of reading about the most politically scandalous thing to happen in singapore, but it was 30 years ago. it's actually juicy stuff, unlike durai apb or gomez pffft. it's was about a million pages long by the way, (and someone went, 'here's some light reading') but really worth not doing Amath for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is rudy and christine's wedding which everyone has been waiting for like forever. but tomorrow, is also the rugby world cup finals! i am contemplating staying up to watch it at 3, but sunday is church. it is at 1230 though, if i required 8 hours of sleep, i'd have to sleep at 430, and the match'd be done around then. well i want england to win (somehow i want england to win everything) but i think SA's got a better chance... i love jonny wilkinson he is awesome really. england vs france was a good match. i wish i lived in nz while nz was still in the running. well actually i just wish i lived in england now, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole buncha new music yay yay yay&lt;br /&gt;1 newton faulkner&lt;br /&gt;2 the scene aesthetic&lt;br /&gt;3 zac brown band&lt;br /&gt;4 jason reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some indie music is complete piss. but zac brown band is awesome i love i love i love.&lt;br /&gt;also, if you love rufus/loudon wainwright like i do, well then, i pretty much love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7861296477745663396?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7861296477745663396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7861296477745663396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7861296477745663396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7861296477745663396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-law-for-judiciary.html' title='no law for the judiciary'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-2744998347956116458</id><published>2007-10-18T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:59:14.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i were more active, less lazy, more willing to get up and try things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for everything today :) no matter what it was a refreshing time for everyone so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is amath chem and geography all the way, and i am smart this time i wear 3/4 pants to the library so i don't freeze to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-2744998347956116458?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2744998347956116458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=2744998347956116458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2744998347956116458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2744998347956116458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wish-i-were-more-active-less-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7598238349707170039</id><published>2007-10-16T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:33:09.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found it! thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reading about singapore's judicial system. it's the response of citizens (or ex-citizens, for that matter) that intrigue me the most, though. although i cannot help but agree with more than some of them-- singapore is very restrained. the legislative i haven't time to read up but the judicial is actually more interesting. lawmakers over law. law is interesting, and i've promised myself to catch a trial down at supreme court after O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:58 and i sit doing amath, and i am very sick of it, yet i know i must because it is my A1. amath, is my A1. somewhere at paya lebar jamie and sus are waiting for me but i'm not going to turn up. such tolerant, patient friends they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow everyone became a lot more complacent after prelims, i'm assuming because O's are supposedly easier than prelims... but those who do badly are always those who stop working after prelims i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's def IB or VJ first choice, but i can't decide, and i hate indecision. last week this day i was wondering IB or VJ? and today i am still wondering. 19th nov is more than a month away but last-minute decisions can work out both ways and i don't want to take chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me. i'm saying that as an actual plea to God not as a expression of exasperation or anything of that sort. so-- Lord, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7:00pm i could either a) do half hour of work or b) sleep for an hour. i did a half hour of work, so i am feeling powerful and accomplished. now i'll sleep for half an hour before tuition. today was pretty productive but it doesn't set standards for the rest of todays. i'm almost coming to a conclusion that i am rusty in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 rate of change/small changes&lt;br /&gt;02 rv [which is upsetting considering how much i practised it last time]&lt;br /&gt;03 integration of ln/exp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that my amaths is witnessing a slight revival of its glory days and hopefully a full revival during O's. after tuition: chem. no more time no more time!&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/5523190467409622377-7598238349707170039?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7598238349707170039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7598238349707170039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7598238349707170039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7598238349707170039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/anyone-who-saw-my-macbeth-textbook-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6508852217375450493</id><published>2007-10-16T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:56:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history is written by those who dream of the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Phyllis Loe Yee Lay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D you'll forever be my Musical buddy, good times in Victoria will never be forgotten :) and thanks for sending me 10000000 songs. i love them all. thanks for the past 3 years! hope you enjoyed today! thanks for crying :D :D :D that was my favourite part HEHEHEH. anyway yes if we don't end up in the same jc [which you already got into btw -.-] then i'll miss you like crazy. really. haha happy birthday loe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am proud that i'm keeping to my resolution to be more generous. being more generous makes things a whole lot better, no matter how shitty they're looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my entry proof this morning, and i didn't even realize until two hours passed at macs. a rapidly paced walk back to school and a flurry of activity down at the general office. i was let off with a warning, "next time cannot forget ah!!!" and then a rampage up to the theatrette. bio practical was alright i think. i'm just so relieved that i cut the sweet pea the right way. i was wondering if i was wrong, but i just kept disagreeing that the &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;  way was the &lt;em&gt;right &lt;/em&gt;way. so thank God that He saved me this time and made me listen to my own instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy mad rush down to novena while trying to be inconspicuous on 186. general suspicion on the birthday girl's part, but good food followed at us and then a very much successful attempt to decorate food junction's table area to the best of our abilities. happy birthday signs held up with plasters and insane halloween party hats and garfield masks. a yellow cap with 'i suck' written on, ready to be yanked onto loe's head. she took super long to arrive, and we stared at the stupid escalator for like a gazillion years. three times we mistook other students for their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually she arrived, we sang. wind kept blowing the bubbles the wrong way, but happy times :) funniest collage from grace&amp;amp;co ever. she did cry, soonafter, of which i was very glad. yes i love my class very extremely muchly. oxy debbie neh! pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss sarajevo&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/5523190467409622377-6508852217375450493?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6508852217375450493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6508852217375450493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6508852217375450493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6508852217375450493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/history-is-written-by-those-who-dream.html' title='history is written by those who dream of the future'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3734794248496845773</id><published>2007-10-15T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:37:33.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IV1ZpSMHIQw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.indescribable07.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OI! YOU BETTER GO AHHH! GOOOO! YOU HAVE TO GO! LISTEN TO MY COMMANDING AND AUTHORITATIVE TONE! THIS IS IN CAPS AND IN BOLD! IT IS V.V INTIMIDATING AND PERSUASIVE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siyi about to kill her sister hor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3734794248496845773?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3734794248496845773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3734794248496845773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3734794248496845773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3734794248496845773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5199261882692630713</id><published>2007-10-14T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:18:55.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but there's still tomorrow</title><content type='html'>'but there's still tomorrow' is such an euphimism. it's got both good and bad connotations, if you think about it. there's still tomorrow, forget your sorrow (lostprophets heh) it's a new day new beginning fresh start forget your disappointments you can begin anew. or, there's still tomorrow, i'll just push everything till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church slipped by in the blink of an eye. powerful sermon i felt. and i know in some way that my future will be connected to giving help to the needy. i'm strongly drawn to africa, the kids, especially. i want to go there on a mission trip soon. God was really speaking to me. i cried my eyes out when i watched idol gives back. and the guilt that grips me sometimes when i don't donate to charity or don't put a dollar or two in the tiny bags of beggars can be overwhelming. i need to be more generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've wasted my day away. is this the same feeling we get 10 years from now when we procrastinate? or will it be more urgent, with a greater compulsion to just get things done. then i wish i was 10 years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a dreadful day. jun comes home and i attempt to block out his pleas to apply to acjc with lostprophets bon jovi U2 guns anberlin and ps turned up to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to a tonne of jazz. after o's my dad's gonna bring me to all the jazz/blues bars in singapore and let me hear the bands play. it's awesome, i'm told. we're gonna do that in italy too. hopefully we'll get to hear some big band music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04rox_89XxQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could play like him. jazz piano is the hardest kind. improvisation, triads, fourths 3rd minors and majors in one song, stuff like that. but i think i'm quite good at improvisation so i really want to learn.&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/5523190467409622377-5199261882692630713?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5199261882692630713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5199261882692630713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5199261882692630713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5199261882692630713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-theres-still-tomorrow.html' title='but there&apos;s still tomorrow'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7565162066369120474</id><published>2007-10-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:26:35.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she woke up, there was a man, seated to the right of her bed. The blanket of his bed was already pulled out from the sides, creasing to the shape of her body. The pillow underneath her head (which had mysteriously been cured of all the torturous headaches she had been experiencing before... before what?) was cold and fluffy, just the way she liked it. Unsure of what to do, she coughed loudly, and the man in the suit looked at her sharply. The suit looked expensive. Armani, maybe, or Hugo Boss. But it complemented the scrawniness of the man's face, his long, pointy nose that glared down at her snootily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in one swift motion that made the hair on her arms stand, the man's lips turned upwards, and stretched from one ear to the other, exposing his perfect, pearly whites. It didn't help much that his eyebrows were still slightly downturned, which made the smile just so much more menacing. Malevolence pervaded the air with this supposedly friendly gesture, and the woman shivered. From fear, not from cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're awake!" the man said cheerfully, and clapped his hands in a way that, the woman supposed, was supposed to indicate his delight at her coming to for all good purposes. Somehow, she just felt he was going to take her somewhere that she really didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" she squeaked, her voice a tiny tremor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind that, child!" The man started to get up off the chair. "Never mind who I am. But you have to get out of bed now. You've been in that bed for too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure..." she replied, her voice barely below a whisper. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her feet came into contact with the floor (which was white, as was the rest of the room. Blindingly white) and she felt a searing, intense heat shoot from the soles of her feet to the very last nerve in her brain. She let out a scream of pain, and quickly withdrew her feet from the ground. Sitting on the bed, she lay fidgeting as the pain took it's time to subside. In the corner, the man waited patiently for her to recover, a small, subtle grin planted on his face. She sat back up after all the pain left her, and took a look at the bottom of her feet. Scorched red and slightly peeling, the skin there had definitely suffered the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry," the man broke the silence. "I forgot to give you these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw a pair of flip-flops onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that heat?!" she asked incredulously. "That was insane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it was just the Lake of Fire. I forgot to--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" the man looked at her, as if waiting for this moment. "The Lake of Fire, child. The Lake of Fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping on the flip-flops, she walked slowly, trying to ease the pressure on her feet. The soles still stung like the days following a bad sunburn. In her head, she repeated the words over and over again. Lake of Fire, Lake of Fire... Where have I heard that from? She quickly scanned through her memory, and narrowed it down to a book. A book she had read before. Briefly, no doubt, but she had read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was now guiding her to the only door out, a narrow (white) door. It blended in perfectly with the room, unnoticed aside from the silver knob that glimmered invitingly. Turn me, it seemed to say. The man's skinny fingers wrapped themself around the knob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on," she said, suddenly recalling where she had read it. The man stopped just before pulling the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled, a chuckle filled with ill-intention, acrimony and belligerence. With the kind of tone of a mother pointing out something obvious to a child, the man looked at her and said simply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, honey, we're in hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before the door opened, tears began to well up in her eyes, tears of regret, disappointment, disbelief. The book she had read was the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I had this story in my head for days now. It just seemed interesting, I suppose. Not too good I'm imagining. But I just had to get it out. Of course I'm hoping too the protagonist gets saved in the end, but then again, once you're in hell you're in hell for eternity. Eternity is a scary thing. It really is. Snaps for you if you're in heaven for eternity. You'll have a ball of a time. But sucks to you if you end up in hell. That would just reaaaaally really suck.&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/5523190467409622377-7565162066369120474?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7565162066369120474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7565162066369120474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7565162066369120474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7565162066369120474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-she-woke-up-there-was-man-seated.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5372956608909279162</id><published>2007-10-12T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:41:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh youwannagiveitwannagiveitwannagiveitwannagiveit all away</title><content type='html'>Loe and I are both very inclined to being non-motivated in this time where motivation is key... we're the best. Army shop! Somewhat commie bag. Far East! Haircut! That will look nicer once the hair grows a little bit, I'm predicting. Borders! I was drooling at all the Jasper Fforde novels :( His books are so entertaining. Childish, but I like. And also a lotta William Faulkner, but only Soldier's Pay caught my attention though... I want The Geographer's Dictionary. It's a novel, not an actual geography dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I came home for tuition, and I've learnt this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt; Crescent Amaths papers are really good for practising manipulative questions. Twisting of concepts and formulas, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02&lt;/strong&gt; Crescent, Bukit Panjang, TKGS are schools with tough Amaths papers. So try them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt; When they say makes an angle of 45 degrees with the x-axis, it's tangent 45, so that's gradient = 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04&lt;/strong&gt; I hate surds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, sad to say, after that I did some stuff for cell tomorrow, and then went galivanting around the house doing everything except for studying. On the plus side, if that's what it's counted as, walks with Meelo to the park with a camera can be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;lunch at airport with family&lt;br /&gt;cell&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother returns soon. Man, I'm dreading it, yet I'm excited. But you know what sucks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's back to stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If OA= (1&lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt; + 0.5&lt;u&gt;j&lt;/u&gt;) and OB = (2&lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt; + 1&lt;u&gt;j&lt;/u&gt;), then AB is the amount of weeks we have left, in cartesian form.&lt;/strong&gt; I'd put an arrow on top of OA and OB and AB but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, everybody is only mugging Amath and Chem O_O I know they're our first papers, but really, everyone seems to have forgotten that we have 6 other subjects to worry about. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-5372956608909279162?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5372956608909279162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5372956608909279162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5372956608909279162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5372956608909279162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-youwannagiveitwannagiveitwannagiveit.html' title='oh youwannagiveitwannagiveitwannagiveitwannagiveit all away'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5110829519580388697</id><published>2007-10-11T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:47:11.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is this monster we've become</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Cut hair. Inspired by the latest humidity wave to hit Singapore. Thanks, Global Warming. Hair has become the greatest nuisance since... since the other time it was really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 Army Shop. Man, wanna check it out! Cool stuff. Sadly, neither Neo nor I know the exact location of this obscure little franchise... we'll find it. I think. Bugis. Beach Road. Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 STUDY! Yes today in the isolation room time was fairly well spent I think. The Amath questions were just flying all over the place, which sucked. We couldn't solve like 3/5 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem pract was alright. I can't believe HCl + NaOH really came out. But then QA was a little more tricky. Everyone freaked out when they saw concentrated hydrochloric acid. I'm so blur I thought it was the one on the bench. Please insert -.- here. But yeah. The table arrangement in the isolation room is actually really conducive for studying. People are conveniently located, yet not so close that you're tempted to drift and digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 1.5 weeks left :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-5110829519580388697?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5110829519580388697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5110829519580388697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5110829519580388697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5110829519580388697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-this-monster-weve-become.html' title='what is this monster we&apos;ve become'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-715207926080907359</id><published>2007-10-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:35:01.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY GOT THE IVIDEO YES YES YES IT'S HERE YAY! :D FINALLY SOMETHING TO CONTAIN ALL MY SONGS. BEEN GETTING A TON OF NEW SONGS LATELY, AND NOW THEY'RE ALL IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the plan is: swim, study, study, eat, study, study. Basically. See Jamie or Sus' blog for the final Indescribable advertisement! Pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma wanna cut my hair.&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/5523190467409622377-715207926080907359?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/715207926080907359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=715207926080907359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/715207926080907359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/715207926080907359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay-got-ivideo-yes-yes-yes-its-here-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5020368052098257138</id><published>2007-10-08T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:35:36.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I spent the day wondering, were't the red pop art maos already at raffles city for a heckit long time? I know recently they went up at Suntec too. They're so hilarious, by the way. Mao's nekked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied:&lt;br /&gt;Amath&lt;br /&gt;Chem&lt;br /&gt;Lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up at 10, which is extremely unusual for a non-school day, but I suppose the nerves are creeping in a little bit. And at Macs, there's just so many interesting(ly weird) people. But yeah I still prefer libraries, quieter places. Lesser distractions, lesser people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra! Get better, man! We've got a lot of consultations to go for! Haha take care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking up post O's plans, and Italy just sound so appealing right now. PSLE is almost over, and my sister is going to be free. My brother returns on the 15th to claim his not-so-rightful room. But mum says he has to go up to sleep now until my O's are over. Mothers are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there will be studying in the canteen at 9AM or so, I am hoping, then practice at 11AM, and then, more studying, venue unconfirmed. There's really nothing left to do. Increasing tuition to twice a week. I desperately need my cousin's iVideo soon. I cannot hold all my songs, and it breaks my heart. But yeah. I keep reading Walt Whitman's poetry! So nice, and Emily Dickinson as well. John Keats. So old, but classic, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway haven't been taking photos, maybe tomorrow morning I will. If I can wake up. Yeah I can't. Great. Sometimes I can't help but compare the similarities and differences between two friends who've never met each other. It's strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day where the smell of nature floated into buses when the doors opened and lingered there long enough for me to thank God for all that He has created. Also, today, I had an unbearable need to piss, but then I was on 67 from KAP to home, and that takes like one thousand years, so yeah did a lot of damage to my bladder, I'm imagining. I also feel like hanging out with Ethel Tan. I know there ain't much to catch up or anything, but I just like hanging out with her &lt;s&gt;at her house.&lt;/s&gt; Heheh :D Joking, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to what's at the end, says Rudy. O's will pass in the blink of an eye. (Rudy adds: but also study la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching up on my reading at nights. Sometimes I abandon books halfway, and never get back to them. Sometimes upon reading them a second time, they become much more interesting. So yes, I'm catching up on books that I've never completed.&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/5523190467409622377-5020368052098257138?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5020368052098257138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5020368052098257138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5020368052098257138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5020368052098257138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-spent-day-wondering-weret-red-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4355998745130499592</id><published>2007-10-07T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:11:31.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad that I have eyes to see far beyond the near future. Newson is awesome! I love talking to him, especially about politics and studying overseas, that sort of thing. He gives advice that really helps, and it's just fun! Yay much fun with cell after O's WHOO :D We're aiming for VJC, that is my first choice. My brother called, he has much objection to my disinterest in putting ACJC on the list. He tells me I should put VJC first, the ACJC, then IB. Wow I'll probably have to appeal back into all those schools. But yes, VJ is the hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup today's message was so appropriate, cos I've been slacking lately due to a lot of sleeping... I sleep a lot, I really do. I love sleeping a lot. But I shouldn't. Yeah I can snooze like 10 times, really, no joke. But I won't anymore, I hope. I will snooze twice maximum, haha. Yes sleeping makes time pass faster than anything. Faster than having fun, even. The worst part is that it feels like only five minutes has passed, but actually two hours have flown by. Lord help me to wake up WAKE UP survive on 15 minutes of sleep etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling when I can finally solve a difficult Amaths question.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you don't know if you're supposed to use deg or rad, cos they don't indicate with pi or rad as units. Pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071006/wl_uk_afp/lifestylebritaintraveladventurepeople;_ylt=AkX4BYMw6YZn22e56TbH74H9xg8F"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071006/wl_uk_afp/lifestylebritaintraveladventurepeople;_ylt=AkX4BYMw6YZn22e56TbH74H9xg8F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is awesome AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Fabian's Saki and I'm never returning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is hungry but for what I don't know. Tomorrow is another day, a fresh start, all that stuff, etcetcetc. The bible is actually very very poetic, you know. Proverbs Psalms Job Songs of Solomon. Especially in Proverbs, when Wisdom and Understanding are portrayed as people, or a scenario painted of the naive young man drawn into sin by the adultress woman. Scandalous, but the words are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Lake House on HBO. That movie just doesn't make sense, and also, it's very sappy. Wanna catch a whole bunch of movies soon I will I will I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Heaven after I die. I'll see you guys there.&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/5523190467409622377-4355998745130499592?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4355998745130499592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4355998745130499592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4355998745130499592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4355998745130499592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-glad-that-i-have-eyes-to-see-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4784862701412362671</id><published>2007-10-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:17:14.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZxOeoU7aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/M_Toh9xPWk4/s1600-h/STRENGTH.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117902520107462050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZxOeoU7aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/M_Toh9xPWk4/s320/STRENGTH.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZwaOoU7ZI/AAAAAAAAANs/ExqgOSpri40/s1600-h/just+funny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117901622459297170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZwaOoU7ZI/AAAAAAAAANs/ExqgOSpri40/s320/just+funny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZvaOoU7YI/AAAAAAAAANk/4jSwUJwpwB8/s1600-h/FLY2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117900522947669378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZvaOoU7YI/AAAAAAAAANk/4jSwUJwpwB8/s320/FLY2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZtMeoU7XI/AAAAAAAAANc/XSHn223ABbA/s1600-h/FLY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117898087701212530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZtMeoU7XI/AAAAAAAAANc/XSHn223ABbA/s320/FLY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZsceoU7WI/AAAAAAAAANU/c0vMI8dtJ8I/s1600-h/AHAHA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117897263067491682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZsceoU7WI/AAAAAAAAANU/c0vMI8dtJ8I/s320/AHAHA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZrPeoU7VI/AAAAAAAAANM/j6Dxh7wRyXU/s1600-h/SARONG.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117895940217564498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZrPeoU7VI/AAAAAAAAANM/j6Dxh7wRyXU/s320/SARONG.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE PHYLLIS LOE THIS IS ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID ABOUT THE VARIOUS PHOTOS HAHAHA I DIED LAUGHING OKAY OMSBBBB I'M NOT POSTING THE ACTUAL PHOTOS HAHA BUT YEAH JUST SEE THESE FEW SUPER HILARIOUS. ACTUALLY THE MOSTHILARIOUS ONES ARE OF ME BUT I DON'T SHOW YOU HAHA YOU LOSE OKAY BYE&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/5523190467409622377-4784862701412362671?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4784862701412362671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4784862701412362671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4784862701412362671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4784862701412362671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-phyllis-loe-this-is-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZxOeoU7aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/M_Toh9xPWk4/s72-c/STRENGTH.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-1149911046992020408</id><published>2007-10-05T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T06:49:51.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll know what all the time was for</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;welcome to the real world she said to me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;condescendingly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take a seat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take your life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plot it out in black and white&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've graduated! Secondary school life is almost coming to a close. Worry overrides my sadness,though, because the future is just gigantic, scary canvas that you have to fill up just right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i never lived the dreams of the prom kings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or the drama queens &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'd like to think the best of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is still hiding up my sleeve&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JC, universities, jobs, soulmates. Fear of disappointment, failure. Excitement, nerves, anticipation, regret all rolled into one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they love to tell you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay inside the line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but something's better &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the other side&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wise person (Kelvin HAHA) once said, "Rules were made to be broken... except the ten commandments." So there are boundaries to cross, territories to claim, lines to step over. How do we know what's too much and what's too little, what is acceptable, what is not? Worry makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its mark on our tired faces, cringing at the thought of making life altering decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna run through the halls of my high school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna scream at the top of my lungs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just found out there's no such thing as the real world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a lie you've gotta rise above&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's what you make it, fate is what you shape it to be. It's a dog eat dog world and honestly it frightens the crap outta me. But then again, you take what you have and you make the best of it. Experimentation, taking risks. As cliche as it sounds, life is too short to be living ordinarily, life is too short to live safely. But 10 years from now I want to look back and see that I've done things, I've accomplished what I've set out to do. I want to look back at friends from school and say, I'm here. I made it. We've graduated but that doesn't mean we stop progressing. What we learn in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school, comes to life when we take it out of context and apply it in another way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just can't wait till my 10 year reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm gonna bust down those double doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when i stand on these tables before you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will know what all this time was for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRADUATED! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZAH-oU7UI/AAAAAAAAANE/wxEXOpYkp3w/s1600-h/P1110059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117848532368551234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZAH-oU7UI/AAAAAAAAANE/wxEXOpYkp3w/s320/P1110059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwY_ZeoU7TI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-74Pe55MbCE/s1600-h/447170508_9eb2454c7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5523190467409622377-1149911046992020408?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1149911046992020408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=1149911046992020408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1149911046992020408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1149911046992020408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/youll-know-what-all-time-was-for.html' title='you&apos;ll know what all the time was for'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RwZAH-oU7UI/AAAAAAAAANE/wxEXOpYkp3w/s72-c/P1110059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7114830764464341444</id><published>2007-10-03T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:46:43.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your voice was the soundtrack of my summer</title><content type='html'>I liked it when Tammy sang it with Ashley compared to the actual Boys Like Girls version. Really. Because it sounds a lot more fitting with a girl's voice. But that's just what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice was good, I think. Aside from lack of several instruments and presence of tiny unwanted ones, we didn't lose no touch, haha. Okay a bit la. But hmm. Chinese was so boring. But there's no more of it! Tsk what a lousy chinese citizen. Confirmed L1R5, class and level positions. Shockers shockies shockoos. I'm quite out of touch with my instruments, sadly. It's really very sad. This Friday will be fun I hope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World's new album is coming out soon... Reminds me of the time LP promoted Minutes to Midnight with the countdown. Twas funny. And everyone just kept singing What I've Done, and now I realise, it's an extremely draggylaggy song. Omsb Jimmy Eat World is J.E.W O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiwen decided to sell the video for extremely reasonable prices! My $50 deposit today did nothing for me -.- Hurhur. Imma want Old Chang Kee K8 CAKE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: It's 2.5 weeks left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley:&lt;/strong&gt; No it's 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No it's 2.5! Today's only Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley:&lt;/strong&gt; But you just count it as 2 any-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO AND A HALF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically me, not facing up to reality. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7114830764464341444?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7114830764464341444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7114830764464341444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7114830764464341444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7114830764464341444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='your voice was the soundtrack of my summer'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8516993093153554001</id><published>2007-10-02T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:33:01.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INDESCRIBABLE 07&lt;br /&gt;For an astronomical experience like never before!Think you know everything? You have no idea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18th October 2007&lt;br /&gt;Venue: St John's Chapel&lt;br /&gt;Time: 3pm till 6+pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious? Come and find out more..RSVP TO ME BY THE 11th OF OCTOBER!92961454. OR &lt;a href="mailto:jamienjm@hotmail.com"&gt;jamienjm@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;Btw. You can also message if you need more details/convincing/brainwashing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. Can find me also la I think. 96214538. &lt;a href="mailto:trackrocksmysocks@hotmail.com"&gt;trackrocksmysocks@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't anyhow use my number ah I smack you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8516993093153554001?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8516993093153554001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8516993093153554001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8516993093153554001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8516993093153554001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/10/indescribable-07-for-astronomical.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3479408677197837603</id><published>2007-09-30T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:30:57.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>building up my most holy faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You are my strength &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength like no other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength like no other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaches to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope like no other &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope like no other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaches to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the fullness of Your grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the power of Your name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lift me up, You lift me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfailing love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stronger than mountains &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeper than oceans &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaches to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more self-reliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like it more when I stick the earpiece into my ears and do my work, then I can sing as much as I want and not be disturbed by the off-key singing. Also I can just speak in tongues as much as I want along with the song and... it's just it lets me do a lot of things that won't disturb me as much. Yay for Saviour King album, it is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY REALLY HIATUS FOREVER NOW BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3479408677197837603?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3479408677197837603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3479408677197837603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3479408677197837603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3479408677197837603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/building-up-my-most-holy-faith.html' title='building up my most holy faith'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-2791166399125931414</id><published>2007-09-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:15:53.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After yesterday's extended emo phase, I've come to the realisation that there's no use crying over spilt milk. Also, that I did trust God, I did. I just didn't fulfill my part of the promise. Diligence + Prayer. I didn't really execute the diligence bit. But today during cell I've realised that God is really not a forceful person. He won't come in He won't push His way into our lives. He waits for the invitation. And that's the thing that I've been keeping back, I've been holding back from asking God to help me. So that's really what I need to do. And the power of speaking in tongues is really greater far than I've ever imagined. Those who have it, speak it with conviction. Those who don't have it - get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a poptart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger woods is on TV.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Is that Lance Armstrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is the end of the Hiatus-break. Thanks to all those who comforted me and told me not to be emo! Ox Loe Grace! Haha :) I'm better now thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FION AND I ARE A&amp;amp;A-ING TO ACSI (IB) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-2791166399125931414?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2791166399125931414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=2791166399125931414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2791166399125931414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2791166399125931414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-yesterdays-extended-emo-phase-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4330239793627571006</id><published>2007-09-28T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:39:20.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He put a song of praise in this heart of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(edit)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ultimately I want to trust that God will bring me to wherever He wants me to go. Ultimately I want to say that I've chosen correctly. Ultimately I want to be at the school that was intended for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;But in the process it's the fear of not knowing what's next that's driving me crazy. It's fear of stepping into unfamiliar territory that is freaking me out. It's fear that I'll end up where I shouldn't be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Obviously I'm still stupidly thinking that my strength is enough, or close to enough. Sad to say I can't remember what it's like to be fully dependent on God. Major disappointments lead to critical decisions gone wrong lead to unintended suffering, and major disappointments sprout from complacency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Is progress judged by how well you land on each rung of the ladder, or by how much you learn moving from one rung to the next? Is progress knowing you reached the end, or knowing that next time, I won't look down? Is society's perception of success merely the end result, such that the entire process between start to finish is forgotten? And have I been sucked into thinking that life is all about results results results &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel stupid. Stupid for feeling like I didn't deserve my lousy points, and that I should have gotten better, when I know for a fact that I did deserve it. I feel stupid for being so self-centred and not being thankful for the blessings that I've already received. I feel stupid for relying on God only when I'm in deep trouble. I feel guilty for using God as my lucky charm. I feel guilty for being such a hypocrite. I feel disgust when I see my books lying abandoned on the table, untouched, undisturbed. I feel lousy that I always need to win. I feel pissed that my insatiable desire to come out on top is becoming worse and worse. I feel so dumb for not being grateful for the things that I have, the things that I take for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ultimately I want to trust God. Ultimately I want to go where He tells me to. Ultimately I want to gain back what I've lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;VJ/IB/SA time's a wastin', praypraypray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-4330239793627571006?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4330239793627571006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4330239793627571006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4330239793627571006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4330239793627571006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-put-song-of-praise-in-this-heart-of.html' title='He put a song of praise in this heart of mine'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4601261641128446253</id><published>2007-09-28T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T04:50:42.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter oblivion</title><content type='html'>It's over. It's gone. I was a complacent little prick and I knew it. I was over-confident and now it's all over. I know I didn't do that bad. I just can't help feeling like kicking myself for being so darn assuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still thank God for everything. He's really blessed me more than I deserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-4601261641128446253?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4601261641128446253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4601261641128446253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4601261641128446253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4601261641128446253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/bitter-oblivion.html' title='bitter oblivion'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-49127995435223578</id><published>2007-09-27T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:35:58.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>save your sympathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;anberlin - cities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;lostprophets - liberation transmission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;the used - lies for the liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;the beatles - a hard day's night, revolver, sgt pepper's lonely hearts club band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;rooney - calling the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;A small hiatus break. My points so far are still acceptable, I suppose. Acceptable, not beyond my expectations. Three subjects met my expectations, one didn't. By 4 marks. Then again, I really thank God for all the results I've gotten back so far. I really would have done worse without Him. However, considering that I won't be a single pointer, I really wonder what pulled me down? Lit? Geog? Amath? Tomorrow ends all this suspense, and then, hopefully I'll be into at least SA for the first three weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am way too competitive, honestly, I really am. It's horrible. It makes me think bad things about others and I'm not cheering for their successes. I'm turning into the exact person that I would criticize if I were a third party. Yeah, welcome me to a town called hypocrisy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Music that has been the key agent in keeping mugging that much more enjoyable: lostprophets, switchfoot, rooney, the used, anberlin, the beatles, zeppelin, audioslave, elton gay john, jimi hendrix, guns n roses. If I could get all the albums above that'd be amazing. I'm becoming too dependent on music! Which sucks, we can't bring MP3s into the hall, because they fear we make songs out of formulas and facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;x equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b square minus four a c all of which is over two a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;dot's iVideo has been the best technological companion ever. 70GB of songs and videos to last me long hours of amath. lovelove dot! congrats to you, too. before emath was given out, she said, 'i'll be super happy if i just PASS.' then the paper came back and she got A2, haha, she was sucha happy girl :) oh an unexpected result: 91/100 for paper 2, which was honestly shocking. i expected A1, definitely, but 91/100 completely blew my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;but as my friends, my mom and the bible say, all glory to God :) praise Him for his bountiful grace and mercy. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I will lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;For You are who You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;No matter where I am and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every tear I've cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You hold in your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You never left my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;And though my heart is torn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;- (it's time to be like Job)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;[edit] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Completed a demented Emath paper 2! It went from like qn 2 to 6 to 7 to 11 to 12. Now to tackle Crescent and Dunman bio papers! I'm pretty happy that Jean Tan is showering us with tree-killing exam papers to practise, but at the same time a little bit apprehensive. I have a whole bunch of chem papers waiting to be done, also. But that's good, isn't it? I won't be scratching my brains out thinking about how to study. Jean Tan said something about whether it's more effective to revise all your chapters, or just keep doing questions. She said if you have only four chapts left, finish them off. If not, just do the questions so you can apply your knowledge. Today we flounced down the corridors of the sec four level, and up above, the secthrees and twos were having exams, heheh. We were singing so loudly! Shockingly enough no one came to tell us to shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I told my mum she was too ambitious, I told her so far I've got five points, and she went, 'Five already?!' I was pretty hurt, I think, like what did she expect? Later on I told her it's reverse psychology to not voice out one's expectations of their child. So that eventually when the child does badly, she feels guilty, because their parents didn't pressure them. By telling your child specifically what you expect, and constant supervision and yells of 'Do homework oredi a not!' only serve to fuel the child's intense annoyance for studying. Quiet, subtle pressure works best. My mum agreed to just say 'Good' next time, so that I won't be too pressurized, nor will I be too annoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've finally succumed to a rather aqueous form of healthy living. Surviving on water, no milo today! My father says that water cures all things. Well, Jesus does, but water helps a lot too. So I've a cup of plain water at a temperature that is high enough to not leave a water ring on my table after five minutes or so. I was very careless for my chem paper. And my english letter just screams lack of effort. I read Jean's compo, and it's really worthy of 28 marks :) Awesome stuff. If you see Ethel's compo, there's a very steady decline in the tidiness of her handwriting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow will be a better day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;dot: OKAY 80 GIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;huihui: HAHAHA yay I love Huihui a lot! :D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;loe: lol man you music also very zai ah! don't pwnz me bio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I HAVE ONE MILLION NEW AMATHS PAPERS TO DO OHMAN THEY ARE SO SEXY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;On a more serious, important, less academically involved note, police fired at the protestors in Myanmar, beat up some monks and took them away. Which is bad, basically. The monks are really revered in Myanmar, plus the whoel Aung San Suu Kyi thing, it'll probably escalate to bigger problems. Pray that it won't, though it probably will. Then pray that damage is minimal. And that Iran cease their nuclear operations. Ahmadinejad is nuts, yes, I'm sure it's all safety. And Sarkozy is right, though he probably shouldn't have said it to the whole world I feel, the nuclear plant is definitely for military purposes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-49127995435223578?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/49127995435223578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=49127995435223578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/49127995435223578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/49127995435223578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/save-your-sympathy.html' title='save your sympathy'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3927765037699603802</id><published>2007-09-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:27:30.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love doesn't have to end in tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;HIATUS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY INTENSE SLACKING IS REALLY KILLING ME, THE GUILT, IT REALLY IS. GOODBYE TO MSN INTERNET ITUNES [well i'll come online when i desperately need songs or whatever] AFTERNOON LUNCHES AT SERENE CORO LONG LONG NAPS ON MY COMFORTABLE BED EXCESS HANGING OUT AFTER CELL AND AFTER CHURCH BYE TO POOL CS NONSENSE AT KATONG JAMMING [OMG SOBBBBB] WAKING UP LATE IN THE MORNING AND SLEEPING LATE FROM EXCESS TIME ONLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TO [4-7, 9-12] [4-6, 2-5] MUGS DAILY TEN YEAR SERIES-ES MORE BOOKS ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT, AS WELL AS NAPS ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT, MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE COFFEE COKE SPRITE SUGARY THINGS AND MANY PACKETS OF MILO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3927765037699603802?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3927765037699603802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3927765037699603802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3927765037699603802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3927765037699603802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-doesnt-have-to-end-in-tragedy.html' title='love doesn&apos;t have to end in tragedy'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-877142637854125428</id><published>2007-09-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:06:29.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA! :D Wow you are very old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party was crazy. Everyone came and all the kids were just screaming and pooping and all. Man. And then the more mature ones (ahem me) were talking and talking and eating and watching TV and yeah. I let Xiong read Saki, for a bit. And he went, 'A bit macabre, are we?' Heh and then he introduced me to this other sadistic, short story writer. His name's Roman Dirge. He also has a bunch of Gaiman at home that he'll lend me. Then I said, 'Can I keep it?' And he said, 'Are you the sort who has to have the book there?' And I said, 'Yeah I really do.' And he said, 'So do I.' So I went, 'I'll take that as a no, then.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to finish Gaiman, Saki, Carlos and Dirge as quickly as possible. I'd better start. On both the books and my studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but mum let me go out for a bit, so I met the rest down at the pool place. Neo Kiatwee Yangrong Johnny Eugene Fabian Noel Jasper. Fabian and Noel played this match, wahlao, Fabian was winning and then he hit an airball, and then Noel hit his last solid in, then the 8 ball. Whoo, Noel won :D Haha. Then Everyone went to play CS! Except Fabian who gives excuses as to why he won't play, to veil the ultimate truth which is he's lousy. But anyway, yeah we went to play for like an hour or so. Ohman I was pwning quite a few people! Beside me was Johnny and Jasper! Jasper and I were both Tony :D And Johnny is... good la. But like that lor. Nothing amazing or whatever. LoneWolf AKA Noel was good, man! But I still owned him several times :) Sorry! Well, not really. But yeah. Anyway was tonnes fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home. Here I am. Yay. Feeling like bak chor mee. Going to do some Additional Mathematics. Again. I must practice differentiating and integrating ln and exponential functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY FORGOT TMRW THERE'S CHINESE ORALS. MITCH DOT HOWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-877142637854125428?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/877142637854125428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=877142637854125428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/877142637854125428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/877142637854125428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/over-and-over.html' title='over and over'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8255926815103717402</id><published>2007-09-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T06:53:02.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYSTERIA.</title><content type='html'>Zone Service! Hilarious time, man. Terry and Daphne are super funny! Terry's crazy. The dress code was Smart Casual, and then Dajie went up and Terry said he was the 'casual' part. Then Daphne went, 'I'm the smart part, right!' and Terry went, 'You're the full stop la.' HAHAHA, and Terry told this laaaaame ketchup joke. But anyway, yeah, Terry is super funny la. Daphne too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay worship was COOL. The drum pedals were a bit soft though :( Haha before the thing Junxian and I were like, 'Wah. Stress ah, stress.' But YEAH was awesome :D Some hiccups but overall great! Loved playing with them, really :) Everytime there was a minor glitch, I'd look at Fabian and he'd give this I-DUNNO-LA face. Drums were too soft la, but yay, looooved playing up there with them :D Thanks for giving me the opportunity, man, seriously. Appreciate it loaaads. And thank God for being there He is awzome :D Sat at the back for message with Eugene and Fabian. Looked at the glass wall for reflection! Haha couldn't see Newson. But argh Fabian kept showing me funny verses from the Bible TSK and Rudy kept doing stupid actions! GOOD MESSAGE THOUGH GOOD MESSAGE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayed for Indescribable, and I'm telling you, there's no way we're taking our eyes off God anymore. No way no way no way. Jamie says God says there's no way a guest band is playing, so I guess we're up, and we have to bring the standard up too. Here's to the one band I've ever had so much fun in, playing, performing, 7! is amazin' :D Also, you are the only band la. But STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to the St Gabriel's people! Jasper Kenji Johnny. And Kelvin too! Kelvin is super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YR: David Beckham is ugly la.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: David Beckham is cute.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Fabian: What?&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: ... What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, and EUGENEEEEE MAN HE'S HILARIOUS I LOVED SITTING WITH HIM stupid boy! He won this cool transformers prize! And he told everyone to vote for him "because I handsome." But Eugene is the MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene KHAW is also irritating! But I miss him loads, man. Really D: I'll always remember that long walk across the Bulpadock with him, pillow in hand. Haha that's the time I lost my phone! But I found it. We walked all over the college, man, seriously. Thanks for that! Tai kor thinks you're AWZOME :D&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/5523190467409622377-8255926815103717402?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8255926815103717402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8255926815103717402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8255926815103717402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8255926815103717402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/hysteria.html' title='HYSTERIA.'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-29288980575410523</id><published>2007-09-21T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:49:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a saviour and he's living in me WOAH</title><content type='html'>"siyi you're fast falling into the "Books Every So-Called Well Read Singaporean Has Read category"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH I DON'T WANT I DON'T WANT I DON'T WANT I'M NOT READING SOPHIE'S WORLD. I'll read Neverwhere, though. I am, anyway :D Anyway TimesNewLink has this cool new packaging of books thing going on! Vintage Terror, Vintage Lust, Vintage Sin [under this is Dante's Inferno] Vintage Philosophy, etcetc. Really cool, the packaging. And it comes with one free book! Which is a pretty good book in itself, haha. But of course Mum wouldn't let me get it. Because she's scared I'll neglect my studies. I'm a bit afraid of that too, but of course with fake, unwavering confidence I told her, "No la! Won't one la!" Great effect all this reading has on my English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_Fj7wbc3Zc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_Fj7wbc3Zc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonybmg disabled embedding, but just what i've been listening to on a wondrous loop the entire week. the whole album la, not just Stars. well I can embed this though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xf1OSxWGZI0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH SWITCHFOOT AND RELIENT K ARE GETTING TOGETHER FOR A TOUR OMSB OMSB OMSB must get recording! So they'll go Manila and won't come here D: JON FOREMAN HAS THE BEST VOCALS EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-29288980575410523?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/29288980575410523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=29288980575410523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/29288980575410523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/29288980575410523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-got-saviour-and-hes-living-in-me.html' title='i&apos;ve got a saviour and he&apos;s living in me WOAH'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4931760429034595545</id><published>2007-09-21T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:15:15.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"My chief interest in all the work that I have conducted over the past forty or so years has been concerned with the elasticity of bodies. One tends to think only of substances such as rubber in this category but almost everything one can think of can be bent and stretched. I include, of course, space, time, distance and reality..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man read the coolest book ever. Sci-fi, no doubt, but still awesome. I wish I could go into books. I'd go into Macbeth, TKAM, Catcher, A Long Way Down, maybe Angels and Demons for some action. Maybe Robinson Crusoe. And Twelfth Night! Man I want a Prose Portal! :( Jasper Fforde is a genius, GENIUS. I will get some other books soon. Authors like him with just brilliant imagination are hard to come by. Even JK Rowling has a cool imagination. Just... well, she made it all much too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next! Neil Gaiman, Jostein Gaarder and SAKI SAKI SAKI!!! :D And also Nicole Krauss. Man, IT'S A HORRIBLE TIME TO LOVE READING EXCESSIVELY AGAIN. But I can't help it! Books call to me, man, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more comforting note, I completed 1.5 Amath papers (p1 + p2 okaaaayyy) and also 3/4 of a lit essay. Soon I'll embark on finishing up the 0.5 paper and the essay, and attempt another one. It's Macbeth, by the way. I love writing about Macbeth or LMB, so much more than JLC characters. Too many of them. Sigh my Amaths has slipped into a state of serious incompetence and ineptitude. Most of the time I am just too ignorant to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see now, the light, the truth... the reality. If I could bend it, I would. But then again reality is a fixed concept, I suppose, to make us learn to make do with what we can, and make the best of it. And time waits for no man, I suppose, to make us learn not to regret the things we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZONE SERVICE TMR. It Won't Be Soon Before Long, then the effects, guitar and I can once again be together, moulded as one, inseperable forevermore! Well, until the end of zone service and when Nam returns la. Man.&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/5523190467409622377-4931760429034595545?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4931760429034595545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4931760429034595545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4931760429034595545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4931760429034595545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-chief-interest-in-all-work-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-1217652931907703147</id><published>2007-09-20T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:07:04.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere past the setting sun</title><content type='html'>Switchfoot is food for the musical soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Mrs Koh talked about setting specific goals. And I agree with her, for the most part. The academic side, basically, I'm aiming for a 1 for everything, except bio and combined. Unstable subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, stuff, die die must do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visit Italy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jerusalem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Korea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Texas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germany &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scotland &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;England &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Africa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Japan (again) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Zealand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brazil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Israel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;India &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xi An &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learn to play the cello &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learn to play jazz piano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skydive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try using a sniper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buy guitar pedals for electric &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that ball thing that rolls down the hill in Aussie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop being so bloody judgemental &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make it to a fairly prestigious university in UK/US &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch Seven, Edward Scissorhand, LOTR, The Departed, Blood Diamond, Munich, Pan's Labyrinth, Breakfast at Tiffany's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet the pope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try a true NYC roadside hotdog &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take thunderstorm photos in canada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;climb sydney harbour bridge, great wall of china &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visit the himalayas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check out afghanistan when it's more peaceful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to an underground church in china &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;join a writing competition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buy a lava lamp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learn taekwondo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lot more, leh, but currently can't think of it. Rudy told me this though, keep thinking about what's after O's. 1) time passes faster that way 2) greater motivation. I've been slacking though. I despise my lackadaisical attitude! I borrowed a book from library. It's really cool :D A little bit sci-fi, but still, awesome stuff. Soon I'm getting CS Lewis, Saki, Ray Bradbury and my homeboy William S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bin Laden's activity in political scene has been increasing and increasing... He declared war on the Pakistani president for the seige of a militant mosque, so now Musharraf = Infidel. Sigh I wish Jesus would appear to Osama and hug him, or something. I wish Jesus would appear to me and hug me, man. Sigh I also miss Nam's effects board v v much. I'm going to sleep. Tomorrow will be a hardworking day. I promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then again my promises aren't 24 carat gold. Sigh JLC overdose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-1217652931907703147?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1217652931907703147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=1217652931907703147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1217652931907703147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1217652931907703147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/somewhere-past-setting-sun.html' title='somewhere past the setting sun'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4890753948537567775</id><published>2007-09-19T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:13:46.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm in the darkest valley</title><content type='html'>Combined zone service pract was super hilarious la. They recorded our practice, and played it back after that. A lot of rudy talking, "when i do the this... the this action, you change la." "DOO DOO DOO DOO DOOO" "if you don't know the tempo.. then you just sing lor... uhh... in your heart or something..." "when i make all the sound like the HALLELUJAH GIVE JESUS THE PRAISE then you must up up the cymbals all a bit more lor..." "we try to avoid this emptiness la..." But it's super funny! Aiyah i should have asked for a copy of the cd. Tsk i said no. But yeah practice was good :) Super fun! Using Nam's effects board. Wahwah pedal + the sexiest distortion everrrr hahaha. I wanna see Dajie's one though! I kept hitting the G string on the second bit of the solo. I know Junyong heard it, heh, he gave me this like o.O face. Jun xian is wahlao really good on drums la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only Fabian says stupid things like, "Eh you pang seh, you pang sai." and, "I didn't know sexual reproduction took place in plants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between kept playing Guns N Roses and Anberlin, heh. Itchy twitchy fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with fabian rudy and jason chua at astons. Rudy eat super slow sia. but talked about sooo many things, fabian was being so gay to jason. Haha but shutting up and listening to them talk is the funniest thing ever. srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and watched GREY'SSSSSS :D :D :D :D :D i love it when critics talk about episodes of the show. "Then McDreamy did the McNasty with McSlutty. What a McBastard." Hahaha and a lot la! Dr Sloane is seriously, McSteamy, man. And Finn is McCutie okay, reallyreallyreally. He (Y). But I still maintain my intense hate for Meredith. Yay Izzie's back! :) She's a very interestingly emotional character. This episode had this woman with two uteruses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: You have two uteruses?! Uhh uterii?Uteruses.. Uterii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alex is totally gonna go into gynaecology! Reallyreallyreally! Alex is so breathtakingly cool in some ways. I hate it that Dr Bailey's all insecure and everything. It makes the whole show feel so insecure. Because Dr Bailey is the superglue that sticks everything together, man, really. The M&amp;amp;M in last week's show was drama plus suspense plus the life lesson we all learn at the end of each episode. Today's one was about committment! Hahah. Wow Grey's Anatomy is so beneficial. I just hate the Grey bit of it. You know. The Meredith bit.&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/5523190467409622377-4890753948537567775?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4890753948537567775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4890753948537567775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4890753948537567775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4890753948537567775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-im-in-darkest-valley.html' title='when i&apos;m in the darkest valley'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7139175648660082794</id><published>2007-09-19T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:26:24.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chris daughtry is so clingy</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to go meet bob a.k.a the one building a house at MP library, but i'm so cranky and i'm refusing to deprive myself of the comfort of my bed. i think i'll stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;periods are such killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem pract was lousy. the questions were all weird, and i'm hoping that the range is about 20-22 degrees. no one knew how to do the last experiment question. thankfully it was about 3 marks, so wasn't that much to lose. i think i have concluded that i'm not very observant to colour changes and not very skilled at testing for gases. something was wrong with my bunsen burner, and i was feeling very panicky! but then ms lee came and lighted the bunsen burner with a new lighter for me. she switched it off then, and passed me the lighter. i think she didn't want to do it for me, so she switched it off so that i'd have to do it myself. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 1.5h in the waiting room. uno, bridge, mafia, heart attack, card tricks, magic tricks. man we're such easily amused people. mafia was so hilarious. reverse psychology and everything. i could never win though. chang is an expert, won the whole round like twice! and neh and mitch just wouldn't shut up. was watching becca sweeney sus and bel play bridge! becca's very unconfident in her bidding! AHAHA SHE HAD LIKE AN ACE, 8 AND 4 OF SPADES I THINK, AND SHE BID ALL THE WAY TO 4 SPADES, i laughed at her like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elimnation and manipulative card tricks. mitch argues it's just logic; oxy retorts it's magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice in church tonight, yay yay yay. i'm gonna catch some major shut-eye before i head down. the plan was to swim, but it's way too late for that now. or is it? i don't know. i'll decide soon, though. i'm thinking about how to get a picture of this man, smoothing out the cement outside my house, just opposite the road. it's a good picture. if i get it, i'll post it up.&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/5523190467409622377-7139175648660082794?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7139175648660082794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7139175648660082794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7139175648660082794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7139175648660082794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/chris-daughtry-is-so-clingy.html' title='chris daughtry is so clingy'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8315082342857347273</id><published>2007-09-18T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:50:41.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are who we were with</title><content type='html'>lao then i'm nobody la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio pract was like being trapped in an oven, honestly. there was flames or anything, why couldn't they turn on the fans?! like the minute i stepped in i just started sweating. how fast does my corrective mechanism take place, man, seriously. anyway i wanted to use how fast i started sweating to gauge roughly how long it takes for the body to adjust back to normal temperature, it was about 20 seconds, i suppose. then sandra asked me, 'then how long you take to cool down?' the true answer is: NEVER. seriously we all sweated it out for 1.5h. the practical was prettaye easy though. thank you God! :) yeah, loads of diff answers though, but generally easy. no food tests and all. O_O hopefully chem is equally easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept like an hour at macs before that. then i woke up and neh and i talked about r/ships, lol. wow that was one retarded conversation. no joke. yeah, and we reached the canteen to find our hardworking class having a study gathering, siao. and yanyu brought a timer! crazy, haha. we all surrendered our phones + mp3s and got scolded. i understand the phone, not so much the mp3 bit... but yeah that's what happened. my heart was pumping like crazy, i thought anthony was gonna kick our asses la, really. but he didn't, so whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY IT'S ABOUT A MONTH OR SO TO O'S. I'VE BEEN SLACKING. VERY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEAL THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                The ground was relatively warm, he observed as he lay his body flat, slowly, silently. Even though there was no one around him, it was always good to practice discretion. Always. The sun was not blazingly hot. It shone with a kind of gentle warmth that seemed comforting to him. A good environment, he thought. A good environment. For about ten seconds or so, he lay, without moving. Only his eyes darted left to right, looking at the people seventy stories below him. The lady with the red, curly hair was holding a starbucks coffee in her hand. The punk with the skateboard almost hit the pretty girl on the phone. Nice, he thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The covering that he wore was perfect, he felt. Strips of white cloth that clung to his clothes like Velcro. Against the stark, white colour of the building, he felt hidden. Unnoticed. Predatory. Placing his hands in front of him, right over left, and then resting his chin on them, he continued to observe the busy streets of this densely populated town. The hustle and bustle of the working population and the contrasting laidback attitudes of adolescents that roamed the streets in search of fun filled his vision, and he smiled. Unknowingly, his legs began to kick up behind him as he started to hum a tune. To the beat of the song, his legs swung back and forth, his toes hitting the ground on each strong beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “Heal the world…” he started to sing, his lips moving slightly, but the sound of his voice resonating so clearly in his own ears. Slowly, but surely, he reached out for the bag that lay on the floor beside him. His legs stopped kicking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “Make it a better place…” Unzipping the bag, his hand slowly extended into it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “For you and for me…” Then, his hand came out, holding a sniper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “And the entire…” Adjusting his body position slightly, he propped himself up on one elbow, and positioned the deadly weapon just beneath his chin.&lt;br /&gt;               “Human race…” He checked to make sure it was loaded, then took a look into the lens. After some searching, he located two children. A boy and a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               “There are…” Twins! He let out a ‘yes!’ in his brain, the silent indication that today was going to be alright after all. He aimed the cross-hair at the boy’s head, right between his eyes. From where he was, he could see that the boy’s eyes were an emerald green. Beautiful. The boy stopped walking. He pulled the trigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “People dying…” He reloaded the gun, took aim again, at the little girl, who by now was leaning over her brother’s fallen body. He had to move quick, a crowd would soon gather. Then his targets would be harder to pick out. The cross-hair again fell on the little girl’s head, but this time, at the crown. She was no longer facing him. He pulled the trigger again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “If you care enough for the living…” Through the lens he searched for one more face. Three would be his number for today. A blonde. The tiresome responsibility of motherhood so clearly etched in the form of wrinkles on her lovely face, now contorted in pure anguish. Her body, strategically positioned between both children, her hands moving rapidly from one child to the next. Thankfully for him, she was still facing him. He couldn’t hear her cries of help, no, but the people on the ground sure did. A flurry of activity was brewing, useless bystanders and good Samaritans formed the general bulk of the mass of human bodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “Make a better place…” the cross-hair landed on the top of the mother’s head, positioned amidst her golden locks. Through the lens, he saw, as she looked up. Her eyes seemed to look straight at him, and he pulled the trigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “For you and for me.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8315082342857347273?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8315082342857347273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8315082342857347273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8315082342857347273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8315082342857347273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-are-who-we-were-with.html' title='we are who we were with'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-2854130549283835522</id><published>2007-09-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:19:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU CHERYL WOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all stressed up cos I didn't know the difference between PAE and JAE and cut-offs before after prelims dsa and whatnot, so I called her up to ask her all the questions I had. Haha she was sleeping, but kindly stayed (fairly) awake to answer my questions! I still have a lot actually, but on the phone I COULDN'T REMEMBER LA. So I told her I'd call her when I have them back in my lousy memory. Now I know the difference between PAE and JAE, the chances of getting into VJ on appeal, and a bunch of other stuff. YAY THANKS CHERYL talk to you (very) soon! She thinks tomorrow is a holiday btw, because we go to school at 1130 and go home after 2 hours. &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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru6ofZ-z62I/AAAAAAAAAM0/LuOD8VTXQPc/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111207884615838562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru6ofZ-z62I/AAAAAAAAAM0/LuOD8VTXQPc/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-2854130549283835522?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2854130549283835522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=2854130549283835522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2854130549283835522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2854130549283835522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-you-cheryl-woo-i-was-all-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru6ofZ-z62I/AAAAAAAAAM0/LuOD8VTXQPc/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-1281565833176377119</id><published>2007-09-17T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T05:04:53.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5tM5-z61I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yk71H4pF-Hk/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111142695602219858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5tM5-z61I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yk71H4pF-Hk/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5ssJ-z60I/AAAAAAAAAMk/hTzEFLIC_TA/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111142132961504066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5ssJ-z60I/AAAAAAAAAMk/hTzEFLIC_TA/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5sNp-z6zI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zL3WTKFMTmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111141608975493938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5sNp-z6zI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zL3WTKFMTmQ/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5rqJ-z6yI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TGTD3x2EQwU/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111140999090137890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5rqJ-z6yI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TGTD3x2EQwU/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5qx5-z6xI/AAAAAAAAAMM/e4K19mqOPRk/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111140032722496274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5qx5-z6xI/AAAAAAAAAMM/e4K19mqOPRk/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5qIZ-z6vI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qMyFopdxros/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111139319757925106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5qIZ-z6vI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qMyFopdxros/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;photography like kicks arse, man. &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/5523190467409622377-1281565833176377119?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1281565833176377119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=1281565833176377119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1281565833176377119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1281565833176377119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/photography-like-kicks-arse-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru5tM5-z61I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yk71H4pF-Hk/s72-c/IMG_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5748017239776708485</id><published>2007-09-16T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:16:14.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paradise city</title><content type='html'>"Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;And things will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll just use a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, take the time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the lights are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;You and I've got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;To make it,&lt;br /&gt;We won't fake it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break it&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't take it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two cds in one week and heckuvalotta new songs. thanks rudy and fabian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promises, promises, when are you ready, i'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;maybe not, next year, next year&lt;br /&gt;we need the divine, divine intervention, divine exchange&lt;br /&gt;the physician won't cure us, and despite hopes that we'll cure ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;we really can't&lt;br /&gt;so Lord help us, help me, help help help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surrender; to yield (something) to the possession or power of another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i hate crying when it's not in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pst nicky! whoo looove him, man. i remember in church camp 2 years ago, man, that was amazing. this is yessss, this is nooo... haha. one river, four riverheads! edification revelation power intercession. pst nicky is always cool. i was watching the second service too, haha, got some pictures of the altar call. up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend came to visit me today! she is red and always disturbs me at inappropriate times. she's leaving soon though, she'd better. she's outstayed her welcome. i realise it's only been one day, but then it's clear how welcoming i am of her. and then she always makes her bed in my uterus, and tosses and turns, and tosses and turns. the pain is tantamount to death. okay not really, but still, pretty painful. my extremely low pain threshold doesn't help much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this morning i took my nametag and attempted to pop the blister on my middle finger, the one i got from playing the (amazing) bass. i thought it was just skin that got loosened or something, because the finger always goes in one direction of the string, so the string sorta pushes the skin up up up. so inside i assumed that it was just a space, if you will, a loculus. AHAHA lol. but anyway, so I took my nametag, and the stupid needle just refused to go in at first, and with my low pain threshold and all i didn't want to press too hard. then it went in, and simultaneously, like this flood of yellow pus cascaded down my finger, and my brain was all fuzzy like, omg my blood is yellow my blood is yellow, but after awhile it became, oh yuck pus! it was pretty sick. i didn't remove any skin, i mean it was gross la. i just stuck a plaster on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's not too cool when army guys talk about shitting. really, it isn't. shut your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pericarp, epicarp, loculus, funicle, end of style, end of fruit stalk, placenta, succulent hairs, testa, SEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rugby World Cup 2007! Exciting leh! I used to think rugby was fun to play, SUCKS to watch it, but no it's actually fun to do both, lol :D It's in France! And girls should play contact rugby, we won't die la please. I played with my brother all the time and it's way more fun than touch rugby. Touch rugby, you tap someone's shoulder and yay! Blah CHEAP THRILLS. Contact you tackle someone and he goes down -- THAT is yay-worthy, man, seriously.&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;I watched the Fiji vs Canada match! Man the referee ahh... talktalktalktalktalktalktalktalktalk. but the fiji players are humongous + disproportionate, heh. Seriously though, there's this one guy, his right arm is 10000000 times bigger than his left. But Rugby is cool, I feel like playing. I wish Jun were here, then we could go to the park and play soccer or rugby or something. Although he'd probably be out, but at least there's always that option, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru1wAp-z6tI/AAAAAAAAALs/KGZ70er7ML8/s1600-h/fiji+vs+canada+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110864308706994898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru1wAp-z6tI/AAAAAAAAALs/KGZ70er7ML8/s320/fiji+vs+canada+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru1wKZ-z6uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QwA7J6ByYw8/s1600-h/fiji+vs+canda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110864476210719458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru1wKZ-z6uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QwA7J6ByYw8/s320/fiji+vs+canda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also watched baseball. Yankees vs Red Sox, it was like 1-10. I thought Yankees were good! But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no Red Sox won, yay I caught a homerun, haha. Baseball's pretty exciting also if you get a good match, if not, it's like -.- This guy, Chamberlain (i know right) plays for the Yankees I think, he's a pitcher, omsbz his pitches are like :O :O :O Amazing, man. I want to play baseball also. Lol I wanna do everything. Yankees vs Mets up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23rd Sept, New Zealand vs Scotland, might be good might be boring. New Zealand trashed Portugal like 108-13, HAHAHA. But whaddya expect la, All Blacks. I remember I was a staunch supporter when I was young cos my brother loved them too. When he still played rugby. Scotland isn't bad, so the match could be really good! Will try to catch it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I just felt like watching sports. I was expecting some tennis action but nothing was on. And I was def not watching PGA, so yeah. No soccer on either! Rugby's more interesting than soccer though, I think. Because in rugby you just get more tries la, more scores, less time stoning, heh. I want to go onto the field and take pictures of ruggers, baseball players, tennis players, footballers. Not just SLR-ing from the sidelines. Haha but I'd get killed one way or another. Good dream though.&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/5523190467409622377-5748017239776708485?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5748017239776708485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5748017239776708485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5748017239776708485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5748017239776708485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/paradise-city.html' title='paradise city'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ru1wAp-z6tI/AAAAAAAAALs/KGZ70er7ML8/s72-c/fiji+vs+canada+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4784286830834541712</id><published>2007-09-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:11:41.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me WHYEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;there's a song stuck in my head, with the words somewhere i belong, but i don't know what song it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell was good :) four types of hearts, i wanna be the soft heart. soft heart, hard feet. heard that somewhere but i can't remember where. but it's a great phrase, isn't it. soft heart, hard feet. i'm here for You to use, my feet are prepared to go where You want me to. Lord use me use me use me. and speak to me, open my blocked ears. my stupid, blocked ears. kenneth taught me shutter speeds, aperture values and ISO values, yay for kenneth! :D and yay for good food at kiat wee's house, haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to jam!&lt;br /&gt;1) it was impromptu&lt;br /&gt;2) we met fabian (who wore the poser YALE shirt tsk) and rudy (who did not wear any kind of shirt that made others think he was more intelligent than he was actually was, good for you!)&lt;br /&gt;3) so yangrong jamie kiatwee fabian rudy and i walked hell far to reach that shophouse jamming studio, i like that place. it's pretty ex i think, but sweet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was crazy! so spontaneous, whoo, loadsa fun. like it wasn't the kind of jamming we have in school, or the kind of jamming tammy bay and i have, it was just... &lt;em&gt;different.&lt;/em&gt; there's a sense of anticipation, because we didn't prepare any songs (on account that it was impromptu) so we just played and played, and the next song would always be this crazy song, haha. i was on the drums at first, and rudy kept falling asleep, so i kept playing louder and louder in a bid to wake him up, but to no avail. so yeah, played like Hosanna and One Way, then rudy took over and i played bass. played sweet child o' mine! AHHH IT'S SUPER COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love playing bass! but my fingers blistered like crazy specially my middle finger. but bass is amazing, i love it. then kiat wee got all possessive and demanded it back, so fabian got off the electric and i took over. and then, haha, rudy just started playing rhythms, and we'd just jam! fabian started singing like backstreet boys and britney spears, switchfoot, united, all-american rejects, the darkness, guns &amp;amp; roses, the wonders, rihanna... it was crazy, haha. we played until the studio was closing, man. it was hilarious, man. when rudy sang one way, and fabian was doing the drum-roll thing, AHAHA i really just almost peed in my pants. it was suuuuper funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, yep jamie left early, and we continued playing till closing... rudy is super hilarious. crazy. yay walked out and took bus home, everyone drank fabian's ribena, kiat wee got laughed at by either transvestites or manly prostitutes, i don't know, take your pick, heh. then bus-ed home with rudy, and he told me lots about sports celebrity endorsements and stuff, after we had this retarded conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rudy&lt;/strong&gt;: you still do athletics ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; no la not really, just tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rudy&lt;/strong&gt;: you good ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: okay la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rudy&lt;/strong&gt;: you can beat all the henin-hardenne and sharapova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah totally man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rudy&lt;/strong&gt;: then you won't be here what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: aiyah see i never play to give them chance to shine mah, if not how? i always win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rudy&lt;/strong&gt;: wahh, you good heart ah, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL MAN, haha. yeah anyway rudy's super funny la. GAH HE TOLD ME A BUNCH OF BANDS THAT AREN'T SATANIC! -CHEERS! YAYY! THEY'RE ACTUALLY CHRISTIAN, HAHA, WHOO, GO PARAMORE :D&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/5523190467409622377-4784286830834541712?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4784286830834541712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4784286830834541712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4784286830834541712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4784286830834541712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/tell-me-whyeee.html' title='tell me WHYEEE'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5657948765804089003</id><published>2007-09-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:13:20.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would you really believe it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i woke up pretty early i think, for a non-school day. about eleven-ish. hung around the house for a bit then mum fetched me to the gym! there are 50 year olds who are more fit than i am, sad to say. i am embarrassed. but anyway, strangely enough, even though i was exerting my legs more than my arms, my arms hurt a lot after, especially when i was drying my hair after the shower. it was so painful to lift the towel up and go in all directions. sigh i am weak. &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&gt;&lt;div&gt;then mum, sis and i went down to isetan cos mum had a $100 voucher! yay got a bag. i am too spoiled (see what comes up next) and then we went to PS and met dad, and he bought me a prosumer camera :O wicked, man. i love it! it's the canon S5, and loooooove lovelovelovelove it. my mum wasn't too happy, she always says i'm too rough with my things, which i am, really. but i messaged my dad and told him that i'd take good care of it. which i will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rushed off to meet the rest for steamboat! at -insertchinesenamehere- steamboat restaurant. it was crazy. thankfully we arrived early, because the crowd really surged in around 630. we were there at like 530. and anyway the rest left to grab food while i watched their bags and toyed around with the camera, and then ashley runs back and says, "they're chopping the crab, it's hilarious." so i grab the camera and go off in search of our brave crab choppers, dot and tammy. it's disgusting cos one chop and crab insides spurt everywhere. but dot was worse than tammy, haha, she kept giving these mediocre chops. tammy did one gigantic powerful chop, then proceeded to saw the crab in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurJKp-z6mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z8r_95KdweM/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110117912110426722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurJKp-z6mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z8r_95KdweM/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurJ5J-z6nI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S0pW4xXN0Ug/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110118710974343794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurJ5J-z6nI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S0pW4xXN0Ug/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeaaaah. it was all pretty disgusting, but fun! anyway we all sat down and ate and ate and ate and ate. sus was on fire, man. take and take and take and take. it sucks how heaty food is always the most delicious, eg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurLCZ-z6oI/AAAAAAAAALE/xFN_51kt9jY/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110119969399761538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurLCZ-z6oI/AAAAAAAAALE/xFN_51kt9jY/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinful mantou. sigh. don't you feel like eating it? haha. but anyway, a lot of eating later, we went to cluny park for sparklers! it was pretty scary, but with all our yelling and screaming, all fear soon dissipated... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurL35-z6pI/AAAAAAAAALM/7eOtOAYkkYk/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110120888522762898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurL35-z6pI/AAAAAAAAALM/7eOtOAYkkYk/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurMc5-z6qI/AAAAAAAAALU/TEzN77nb68E/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110121524177922722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurMc5-z6qI/AAAAAAAAALU/TEzN77nb68E/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurM-Z-z6rI/AAAAAAAAALc/6OQu7hTNLUI/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110122099703540402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurM-Z-z6rI/AAAAAAAAALc/6OQu7hTNLUI/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurOLp-z6sI/AAAAAAAAALk/LsfTEBwHY-8/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110123426848434882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurOLp-z6sI/AAAAAAAAALk/LsfTEBwHY-8/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well there are tonnes more, but it's already 2.10AM. life is not always gonna go the way you want it to. so sus, hurry up and load if not they all blame me. so yeah, live with what you've got, man. tomorrow morning i make a daring attempt of waking up at 6ish to walk down the streets of dunbar walk and catch pictures of the sunset. shutter speeds, apertures and ISOs confuse me, but i'm sure i'll learn in time. and one doesn't need to know all those things to take a good photo. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-5657948765804089003?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5657948765804089003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5657948765804089003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5657948765804089003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5657948765804089003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/would-you-really-believe-it.html' title='would you really believe it'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RurJKp-z6mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z8r_95KdweM/s72-c/IMG_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7802573031671675491</id><published>2007-09-13T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:58:15.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Rulr_J-z6lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tyuTBwhcp6I/s1600-h/DSCN3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109733984983837266" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RulpFJ-z6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5tFwONax6NM/s320/DSCN3072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ruloz5-z6YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Lnyi0zvaPy4/s1600-h/DSCN3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109730493175425410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Ruloz5-z6YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Lnyi0zvaPy4/s320/DSCN3053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry tchers but they won't put nature-loving pictures like these on near-porn websites righhhhht.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'll all be so retarded la. Heeeeeeheeheehee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7802573031671675491?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7802573031671675491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7802573031671675491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7802573031671675491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7802573031671675491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry-tchers-but-they-wont-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Rulr_J-z6lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tyuTBwhcp6I/s72-c/DSCN3150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-9170320966618957510</id><published>2007-09-13T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T06:47:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but there is a tune that reassures</title><content type='html'>everything we talk about eventually ends up back under the 'Studies' category. i'm talking to my brother about my studies now. its comforting to know he's kinda still there. even though when he comes back i get hell annoyed, i still miss him when he's gone. but joy! now he's trying to convince me that acjc is The Way To Go. i think all this studies talk always starts with me. haha i am such a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;i help my sis send some stuff to her com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;so she was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;eh whts your nickname ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;i need to unblock you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;and my brother the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw his laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;on his contact list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;he never block me la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;but me and my sis grped under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;biatches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol to the max srsly. ness your family is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;PLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;I P5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehzyyyy! says:&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT I GOT BREAST CANCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol man i'm lol-ing literally in my room, omsb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE INSIDE FACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Lord look into my heart and cleaaaaaaaaaaan me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-9170320966618957510?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/9170320966618957510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=9170320966618957510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/9170320966618957510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/9170320966618957510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-there-is-tune-that-reassures.html' title='but there is a tune that reassures'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-511379019656505673</id><published>2007-09-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:59:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah you've got a friend in me</title><content type='html'>Camille is unnecessarily raising my hopes for prelim results. She says there's no need to fear O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fearing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's telling me all these things I don't really want to hear in case my hopes are raised too high! Yet I know that God will provide for me. This is sooo making my seated heart knock at my ribs. I want to know yet I don't want to know, what's with all this irony, the suspense is driving me crazy, 27th September seems a long way off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMSB IT'S 2 WEEKS AWAY. SO LONG! AHHH I DON'T THINK I CAN WAIT SO LONG :(&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me patience to endure this! I'll just keep mugging keep paying attention keep on keeping on, and hopefully the 27th will be here in the blink of an eye. Then I can decide on that morning whether or not to pon school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by faith, by the time 19th Nov rolls around, God will have spoken to me about my JC choices. And then (while I'm in Italy I think), on some day in December, I will log in online to see where I'm going for first 1.5 months, and all glory be to God if I see my first choice there. I will scream so loudly that everyone from Venice to Milan to Florence to Rome will hear me, but they won't understand what I'm screaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then even more glory to God if my O level results let me stay in my first choice. God-willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myGOSH exams are scary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-511379019656505673?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/511379019656505673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=511379019656505673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/511379019656505673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/511379019656505673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeah-youve-got-friend-in-me.html' title='yeah you&apos;ve got a friend in me'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6209859158084816029</id><published>2007-09-12T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T05:39:49.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been thinking 'bout the meaning of resistance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRELIMS ARE OVERRRR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about Emath paper, I messed up the lower quartile question CARELESS CARELESS grr, and the stupid prime number question, man I always overlook revising what rational or whatever numbers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was YAY! Praise the Lord for giving me enough ideas to sustain both Macbeth and Unseen! Haha almost everyone wrote 1b, though. Only like Jean wrote Malcolm/Macduff (whaaaaaaaaaat only right) and Unseen Prose was AWESOME THE WHOLE THING WAS ALL DARK AND SCARY AND STUFF YAY FOR SETTING AND ATMOSPHERE QUESTION! Hohoho. But I've got the feeling that I might not score as well as I would like for unseen. And hopefully LMB I do better than I expect, haha. A little bit unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate by: going to wheelock borders, reading about colleges in us and uk, reading more macbeth in William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, listening to unknown bands in the music section, heading to Taka for a bite by the fountain, window shopping in places we'll never have the money to shop at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now till prelim results are out (27th Sept - They gave us this scary paper today, telling us the dates of prelim results, study break, PAE applications, PAE postings and 2nd Jan - Report to JC/Poly if successful OMGAHHH) is the time to read all the books I wanna quickly read, man, seriously, cos I'd be so distracted if I read it later I'd totally neglect all my studying. Yeah I care more about expanding my literary knowledge, HAHA, no la, but if it's really interesting (eg TKAM) then I just cannot put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am in the middle of Catcher In The Rye, WICKED BOOK MAN haha Holden is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;""So can ya help me write it?" Stradlater asked me. "But don't make it look fake, like don't stick too many commas in or something." I hated how he said it, as if a good composition is one with tonnes of commas sticking out all over the place."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will quickly read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Clockwork Orange&lt;/strong&gt; [recommended by Fabian]&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;Sophie's World&lt;/em&gt; [Ethel]&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Screwtape&lt;/strong&gt; [Fabian]&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;A Man Walks Into A Room&lt;/strong&gt; [self]&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/strong&gt; [dad] yeah i totally cheated in the sec3 presentation of it haha&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;The Time Traveller's Wife&lt;/strong&gt; [nicole] yeah like what right i haven't read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course "quickly" being the subjective term here. But yeah there's really no other time, and I hate not reading something. It annoys me, like, crap how's my vocab gonna increase?! Yeah. I'll go to the reading place later, but darn it, I'm outta moolah.&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/5523190467409622377-6209859158084816029?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6209859158084816029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6209859158084816029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6209859158084816029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6209859158084816029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-thinking-bout-meaning-of.html' title='i&apos;ve been thinking &apos;bout the meaning of resistance'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-1777547828105286671</id><published>2007-09-10T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:52:50.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stretch, &lt;em&gt;shear&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enlarge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit paper was okay I suppose? Haha so far no one I know did the 2nd Essay option. Everyone chiong the mother-daughter r/ship! Hilarious. Now I realize that Jing-mei/Suyuan was the easiest to do, but I don't know, I just felt the need to talk more about the tension when they were all grown up, so I wrote Waverly/Lindo. Basically, the chess thing, Marvin (still a gross name), Rich, and a lot of "Aii-ya!" And I forgot to write about An-mei's STUPID FAKE PEARLS. But overall, really thank God for the miraculous number of quotes I managed to squeeze out. God's grace works in ways we never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray songs were playing in my head the whole day, especially Without Love (oo-ve, oo-ve! Tracy, never set me free! No I ain't lyin'!) Ashley Dot and I were so happy that we could still make it for Macs breakfast! Haha we rushed down and ate Egg McMuffins YAY :) Ashley got us all emo thinking about our futures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The near future:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yeah I'm going back to school later.""Oh then I go home la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The somewhat distant future:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'll put VJ la, I suppose. Unless God tells me something else." "But you won't get SA affiliation 2 points cut, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very far future:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yeah! I wanted to do medicine, but it's super long la. 12 years. I'll do double degree lor. Journalism/Literature. No! Forensic! No! Maybe law! No!" Tammy says: "I want to be a geographer and go into volcanoes and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump and cry and thank God for like weeks on end if I can get into VJC. And then if I can get into (big gasp) Oxford Cambridge or Princeton Yale or something, I'd jump and cry and thank God for years on end, man. I don't mind NYU! :) NYU sounds good. Haha a lot of things sound good to me, but I'm too fickle to pick on my own. Lord please pick for me! I think this increase in talk about JCs and futures and stuff... I think God plans it all, haha :) I mean the more I talk about this kind of stuff, somehow I get surer and surer that I want to go to VJ. Still not entirely sure, still don't know what God says completely, but I mean the percentage increases. Slow and steady, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says they'll get above 20 for prelims. I said don't be ridiculous. Priscilla says above 20 is common. I say, Oh. Crap. She says my standard (what standard?) I should be hitting below 15. I don't want to say that that's the best case scenario. Here's hoping that below 15, above 10 is a worst-case scenario. I'm learning to ask for my blessings, and learning to thank God daily for this thing we take for granted sometimes... salvation.&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/5523190467409622377-1777547828105286671?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1777547828105286671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=1777547828105286671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1777547828105286671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1777547828105286671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/stretch-shear-enlarge-lit-paper-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3673238334497600673</id><published>2007-09-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:56:36.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for daylight to break</title><content type='html'>Pst Lip's message today was really good. Reaaaaaaally good. One of his best! About hearing God's voice. And at altar call, I mean I just broke down because I was so sad. I don't think I've ever heard God's voice. I just really cried like crazy. I cried a lot thinking about my ohsouncertain future. And I kept asking God to tell me where to go, what to do. I'm too fickle-minded to choose myself. My interests run all over the place. I'm a bit like Jing-mei, haha, Joy Luck! But yes, and you know, up front, I can totally hear all of Fabian's mistakes more clearly, HEHEHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his defence, he saw that Juliana and I were wearing the same shirt so he laughed and made the mistake(s). -.- I'M SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go home but in the end lunch was too tempting. We ended up talking nonsense till 6pm man! Haha went to Fresco's! Sucha cool place :D Yup had band meeting, and Kenji, Eugene, Johnny very irritating ah! Hahaha and Madeline also! TSK! Don't friend all of you HMPH! Hahaha. Yeah then after the meeting moved over and sat with Rudy Noel Melissa Xueying Kenneth Fabian and my sis. Hilarious okay. Yea Fabian is now Bob. He was annoyed so he fired back with names not even fractionally bad as Bob, HAHA. Xueying is super funny! Rudy too. And Noel is SLOOOOW man. Kept talking about who was more clingy, guys or girls? I still say guys. And about the crazy MINDEF guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's papers give you an inside look into Star's operations. Wow, totally-what-i've-been-longing-for-man. Although I would have liked to see them in town with hidden pistols and kevlar, does it make them fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bin Laden's nuts, man. I think on 9/11 something might happen... But he kept talking about how he's going to escalate the war in Iraq, the something might happen in Iraq, then, I suppose. I don't know, I mean I pray with all my heart that nothing will happen, but we never know, right? Lord please secure peaceeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy is the BEST. I asked him for Switchfoot. He gave me Switchfoot + building 429, krystal meyers, jesse daniels and britt nicole, yay, thanks :D But I think he thinks my music taste a bit girly, all the girl singers. Haha BUT THANKS MAN :D Congratulationssssss their wedding invite is hilarious haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can wash away our sin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing but the blood of Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can wash us whole again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing but the blood of Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh precious is the flow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That makes us white as snow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other fount'n I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing but the blood of Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3673238334497600673?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3673238334497600673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3673238334497600673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3673238334497600673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3673238334497600673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/waiting-for-daylight-to-break.html' title='waiting for daylight to break'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-1852394277060231765</id><published>2007-09-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:12:20.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a week that's only mondays</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how much i sleep. seriously. but i am sooo tired. we watched a midnight show last night, Hairspray, yeah, again. Haha it's amazing I'm not over it yet :D I looooove Hairspray. When the blacks sing, OMSBBBBZZ so powerful. And Amanda Bynes actually can't sing, if you listen carefully, haha. But she was very good in the show! Thus, we reached the room at around 2AM, and then HBO played Rumor Has It and distracted me from my sleep and everything! Then I finally fell asleep around 245, but woke up at 830 anyway :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good CP practice, but I was tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;Cell was FUNNAYYYEEEE. Newson is hilarious, ohman, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know means what not? Means you go toilet dig dig got oil come out okay!"&lt;br /&gt;"Noooo, HP produces more than printing okay! Produce computer, printer, server, even shoes! Cos Hush Puppies HAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah he preaches really well. I love it when people preach about the end times, but then ironically, I'm lamentably not the sort to jump straight into action. But I should, SIGH. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having tiny? cramps all day. Toilet toilet toilet la. Haaaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a picture speaks a thousand words, then many many pictures speak tens of thousands of words. Many many pictures passing really fast form a video, so it can say more than I can ever say. I think Swing dance and jazz dance is really cool. Cooler than any sexed-up hiphop crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUWBz46PDYo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah Kelly is an amazing dancer, like srsly. Ohman his body is super flexible! He can dance everything la! For my own, uhm, virtuous reasons, I hope he can't do hiphop though, HEEHEEHEEE. But LOOK AT HIM LA. Super good. And his younger sister too. The day I can do that is... never. Wow that's encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbyS1QLfJvk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH SO PISSED CAN'T FIND THE MOVIE CLIP FOR THE ENTIRE SONG. People are so obssessed, they just put the bits where Zac Efron sings (jamie all your best friends). I HAD NO CHOICE! But anyway just listen to the song. THIS SONG IS THE BEST. Whooooo! :D I love this song! AHH I HATE ALL THOSE TEENY BOPPING ZAC EFRON LOVING DELUSIONAL GIRLS GRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I go study bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-1852394277060231765?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1852394277060231765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=1852394277060231765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1852394277060231765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/1852394277060231765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/like-week-thats-only-mondays.html' title='like a week that&apos;s only mondays'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3653865259241724299</id><published>2007-09-06T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T06:05:44.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dry, on the contrary, it's positively soaking</title><content type='html'>Done with To Kill A Mockingbird. I loved it. I can't believe my mum said it wasn't good. But anyway anyway anyway I don't want to return the book back to The Reading Place! I wanna keep it. A testimony to my miraculous 2-day accomplishment. I loved the last bit of the book. Grr Ewells are so annoying, and man, racism in the US is a lot more serious than in Singapore. I mean all we do is make racist jokes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyesyes can't wait to get Catcher In The Rye! But then I've been reading so much I've neglected my Emath. And if I go back to get Catcher, they'll think that I'm there to return TKAM, which I'm not? So that's a bit weird. Okay I'll just go look at the 40 richest people in Singapore. I expect some people's dads to be up there. And Ho Ching. Hurhurhur. Or maybe not O_O Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3653865259241724299?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3653865259241724299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3653865259241724299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3653865259241724299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3653865259241724299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/dry-on-contrary-its-positively-soaking.html' title='dry, on the contrary, it&apos;s positively soaking'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3549160227097338561</id><published>2007-09-05T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:41:59.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the painter's song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/strong&gt; is so freaky the first few pages, I've never really read a book that brings across the story with such reality before. When Scout rolls onto the yard of the Radleys, I seriously, seriously freaked out. My brain was like, OMGAHHH GET OUT GET OUT GET OUTTTTT but yeah Harper Lee is brilliant. It's quite scary, considering I'm reading it at 2AM, but then again, it's only the short (but impactful) bits, like "Someone inside that house was laughing." But I think the serious bit of the book's coming, racism, stuff like it. I like Jem's name, Jeremy Atticus Finch. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Atticus! He's such a great dad, and yes, colour blind, in that brilliant metaphorical sense. Reminds me of the shirts that dajie and nam always wear -.- Hahaha, but yes, I'm sucha TKAM noob. I can't believe I didn't read it earlier! My nerves are pretty frazzled, crap, I'm such a wimp. And Patrick's somewhat sadistic consolation is "Have fun! &gt;:D" Next up: Catcher In The Rye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the book at The Reading Place from Siglap Centre, I LOVE THAT PLACE! The people there are so nice :) And it's like real cosy. Yay, can't wait to go back for more books, as mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need You. I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3549160227097338561?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3549160227097338561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3549160227097338561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3549160227097338561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3549160227097338561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/painters-song.html' title='the painter&apos;s song'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3352152416707605148</id><published>2007-09-05T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:33:52.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the wings of love</title><content type='html'>i am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying lit&lt;br /&gt;uploading four albums&lt;br /&gt;convincing Johnny that he is irritating HAHA&lt;br /&gt;packing my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the power of female multitasking! i can't wait to get my own car beetle beetle beetle. a small car la. cheap car. HAHA. yay then i can dump all my CDs in the car! and get the iPod plug in thing. sigh the disadvantages of being (almost) 16 (even worse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cds i have been living on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 clapton chronicles&lt;br /&gt;02 disney's music from the park&lt;br /&gt;03 saviour king&lt;br /&gt;04 andrew lloyd webber: musical collections&lt;br /&gt;05 music&amp;lyrics soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;06 amour disc 2&lt;br /&gt;07 come away with me&lt;br /&gt;08 andrea bocelli amore&lt;br /&gt;09 josh groban&lt;br /&gt;10 pick it up&lt;br /&gt;11 fly away corrine may&lt;br /&gt;12 classified/explosive BOND&lt;br /&gt;13 papa winnie: absolute reggae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna wanna wanna more black reggae songs! lovelovelove&lt;br /&gt;sigh i think maybe i'm past rock bands (eg FOB P!atd dashboard anberlin etc) except maybe maroon 5. no more entertainment value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love easy listening! relaxrelaxrelax&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oldie songs haha and jazz and reggae! sigh need more cds esp hairspray soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;am falling in love with american-african music, especially those from the 60's period, curse hairspray and it's amazing songs haha&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD TOOK AWAY THE SLR AHHHH :(&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to kenneth or my dad about photography. kenneth explains what frame technique is and stuff like it, haha thanks man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole bunch of post-O plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the ambitious plan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to tioman with 7!&lt;br /&gt;do dance classes or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the achievable plan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming everyday, yay!&lt;br /&gt;jamming every other day? haha :D&lt;br /&gt;tennis everyday!&lt;br /&gt;going to ulu singaporean areas to take peeektures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the actual plan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALY ITALY ITALY ITALY ITALY :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Audacious! :D&lt;br /&gt;movie marathons, stayovers, etc&lt;br /&gt;tonnes and tonnes and tonnes of books to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH WAVERLY JONG CALLS BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3352152416707605148?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3352152416707605148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3352152416707605148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3352152416707605148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3352152416707605148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-wings-of-love.html' title='on the wings of love'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4903680492010473104</id><published>2007-09-04T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:10:37.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>tired tired tired tired tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady macbeth is so sadly misunderstood. that emo bit where we had to close our eyes, and imagine ourselves in the sleepwalking scene. i mean, her loneliness and sadness really gets to you after that. if i were her, i'd be thinking, yeah, suicide's the only way to go. that's why i wrote One Way Street (julia said it was poetic HAHAHA cool) and fion's drawing was so MCR. heh. but well i hate macbeth more for not appreciating a good wife like her, and to think, up until today, i've always said that lady macbeth was the horrible one. but today, i really saw the other side of things... lady macbeth does everything for him (damn male superiority!), and he doesn't even appreciate it, sort of. to the point where she'd rather have him back than the title of Queen... turning point, baby, turning point! haha :D and i didn't really realise the contrast between Macbeth's emo speech about how meaningless life really is, and his desperate attempt to salvage his own in his last fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, as Julia says, &lt;strong&gt;"Isn't Shakespeare a genius?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah he really is, that old man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the line that really struck me with regards to lady macbeth's isolation was the one i had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the thane of fife had a wife. where is she now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i imagined lady macbeth saying it in my mind, and mygosh! she is one isolated woman. she doesn't know so many things, kept in the dark... and her specific request to know the whereabouts of macduff's (I ALMOST TYPED MCDUFF) WIFE, maybe i'm wrong, but she sounds a little concerned for herself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's quoting it, and so will i, because Shakespeare gives the important characters beautiful language,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out, out, brief candle!&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player&lt;br /&gt;Who struts and frets his hour on the stage&lt;br /&gt;And then is heard no more&lt;br /&gt;It is a tale, told by an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Full of sound and fury&lt;br /&gt;Signifying nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespearan language kicks arse! Jamie, thou canst pronounce nonchalance! 'Tis matter ranks high in importance, does it not? Thou butchereth (HAHA butchers) the English language with the commonest of mistakes! Hohoho, SHE SAYS NON-CHAIR-LENCE so does Tammy tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamming is draining. when i sit there for 3 hours playing drumpads, no less... it's draining, man. i wouldn't have minded if it were real drums, but drumpads! gahh. but ohwell at least got to try out that rhythm i had in mind. must do something about bass drum. and&lt;strong&gt; JOHNNY JOHNNY WHY YOU SO MALU JOHNNY HAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;, johnny and kenji and jasper were playing the table tennis game, and ohman, the guy was wearing like tight red shorts, and everytime he missed his action would go slo-mo. hilarious. and georgie and i tried to play Fifa! we're not bad k! don't look down on us! xP Johnny and Eugene are best friends, gay Mcfly fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay lift from fabian haha i will never ask for another for at least like a month. guilt overwhelms me, to go back would be as tedious as to go o'er. too much macbeth!!! haha :O but i was really tired so i was just talking nonsense the whole ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fabian&lt;/strong&gt;: did you get the name of the pianist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ohh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fabian&lt;/strong&gt;: what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: it's uhh mccoy.. tyner? tyn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fabian&lt;/strong&gt;: that's not the bassist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: oh it says.. uhh oh umm. yeah. dunno. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASHLEY IS THE BOMB. AFTER THE LIT WORKSHOP SHE MSGED ME, 'HEY WHEN'S THE LIT WORKSHOP'&lt;/strong&gt; ASHLEY TAAAAAAAY! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guilt of not studying the past 2 days is killing me. KEEEEEELLING MEEEEEE. I shall catch an early sleep tonight! (it is currently 10: 53) and tomorrow I chain myself to my books, "they have tied me to a stake/ I cannot fly/ Yet bear-like/ I will fight the course"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR LIT WORKSHOP I REMEMBER QUOTES! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You Lord for Your son :)&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/5523190467409622377-4903680492010473104?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4903680492010473104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4903680492010473104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4903680492010473104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4903680492010473104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/tired-tired-tired-tired-tired-lady.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7630057426351672</id><published>2007-09-03T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:27:57.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Rtw1R0T1JWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUjUC6qQKjc/s1600-h/IMG_5077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106014657747166562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Rtw1R0T1JWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUjUC6qQKjc/s320/IMG_5077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Rtw0vkT1JVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUBPkSLHnsg/s1600-h/IMG_5085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106014069336646994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Rtw0vkT1JVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUBPkSLHnsg/s320/IMG_5085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtwzyET1JUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wuhhXJN7aVw/s1600-h/IMG_5072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106013012774692162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtwzyET1JUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wuhhXJN7aVw/s320/IMG_5072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtwzN0T1JTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lMycEN7OGEo/s1600-h/IMG_5067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106012390004434226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtwzN0T1JTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lMycEN7OGEo/s320/IMG_5067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtwyxET1JSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lnN_bHsILL0/s1600-h/IMG_5066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011896083195170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtwyxET1JSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lnN_bHsILL0/s320/IMG_5066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from around the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny accepted his name, yay! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5523190467409622377-7630057426351672?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7630057426351672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7630057426351672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7630057426351672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7630057426351672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/every-morning.html' title='every morning'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/Rtw1R0T1JWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUjUC6qQKjc/s72-c/IMG_5077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-666499325662641099</id><published>2007-09-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:01:44.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>without love</title><content type='html'>quotes of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eugene:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah i want to be a farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fabian:&lt;/strong&gt; every amy tan book ends up with a reconciliation in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eugene:&lt;/strong&gt; eh? your t-shirt, that one is di san sen right? po-ny! (you know the pony sign has that tick thing above the O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lulu:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, it's like "Here's president clinton. And her husband, Bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yanyu:&lt;/strong&gt; (the word was consecration) haha constipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in hairspray, Tracy prances down the sidewalk singing "Good morning Baltimore")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lam:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA IMAGINE PAT DOING THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay quotes from Hairspray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Larkin, what are the... blablablahistorythinginsert"&lt;br /&gt;"How about kiss my ass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr (insertnamecosiforgot) does not have breasts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but you cannot stop the rhythm of two hearts in love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without love&lt;br /&gt;Life is like the seasons with&lt;br /&gt;No summer&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;Life is rock 'n' roll without&lt;br /&gt;A drummer&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, i'll be yours forever&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I never wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Without love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mama, welcome to the 60's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wannawannawannawanna Hairspray soundtrack! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh family studies friends church hobbies&lt;br /&gt;time's a wastin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-666499325662641099?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/666499325662641099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=666499325662641099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/666499325662641099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/666499325662641099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/without-love.html' title='without love'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-2728918122411254672</id><published>2007-09-01T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:19:19.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you always forget the things you want to remember, and remember the things you want to forget. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God answers prayers in ways you never imagine, sometimes :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1AM is an insane time to be online, yet I am, and so are a lot of other people, surprisingly. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtmeYET1JRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sUJ2KEx___Y/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neh's been intrigued by me a lot lately. haha i know i is very intruiging neh :D &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/5523190467409622377-2728918122411254672?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2728918122411254672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=2728918122411254672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2728918122411254672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2728918122411254672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-always-forget-things-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RtmdKUT1JQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rWqIlpENCIg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5636848901364222699</id><published>2007-08-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:05:12.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no name (for it)</title><content type='html'>Funny things people say when they get too affected by exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee is collecting our papers double handed down the rows&lt;br /&gt;Chang: Wah, he trying to increase efficiency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA I PUT COVALENT BONDDDD HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Lam: It's peptide bond I thought!&lt;br /&gt;Sus: It's hydrogen bond!&lt;br /&gt;Neh: I put James Bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh tomorrow we go to school for the sole purpose of supporting the ManLadies, Oxy and Amirah :D SWIIIIIIIIIIIMZZZ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-5636848901364222699?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5636848901364222699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5636848901364222699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5636848901364222699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5636848901364222699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-no-name-for-it.html' title='there&apos;s no name (for it)'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3775301127399741703</id><published>2007-08-30T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T03:11:03.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S (almost) OVER</title><content type='html'>Sigh today marks the end of the first half of the prelims, and also my worst day to date :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers I no longer have confidence in but hopefully some miraculous thing takes place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Biology&lt;br /&gt;02 Amaths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am careless, and slow in writing, and take too much time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM2 music is a lot better than HSM1! It's less childish (yeah srsly) and Vanessa Hudgens actually wears better clothes :O Zac Efron's hair also becomes cooler, haha. But he has a this retarded solo song where he jumps around a golf course. Yeah that bit is disgusting, and Ashley Tisdale tries to pull of Paris Hilton, but nope, she can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but the music is nice YES SRSLY. In You Are The Music In Me, Vanessa Hudgens doesn't do that nasal voice thing she always does that annoys people. She actually sounds nice. Anyway yeah it's nicer :D I sound like a tween, crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all the papers He has brought us through! Just 4 more to go and we're... not free. But still, somewhat close :) A slack weekend and then a hardworking week! The Lord is faithful, He'll bring us through this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveth piano. I am jealous how in HSM2, any song played on the piano suddenly gets accompanied by bass, guitar and drums that are nowhere in sight :( If I had invisible drummers, guitars and bassists following me around I'd play the piano every minute of the day. Haha I wish I could write songs. Maybe I could look deep into my soul and compose a nice melody at best, but I'd never be able to write lyrics, because I am not emotional and I don't like boys (or girls). As of now. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHYAAAAAY SWIMMING TMRZ!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3775301127399741703?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3775301127399741703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3775301127399741703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3775301127399741703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3775301127399741703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-almost-over.html' title='IT&apos;S (almost) OVER'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4224920166622969021</id><published>2007-08-25T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:35:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the heavy cross; our weight of sin</title><content type='html'>Sigh I wish Hillsong made a DVD for the Saviour King album. It's so amazingggg. And I'm so psyched that United's keyboardist is a Chinese guy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight/favourite moment of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into 4/3, picking up the guitar and singing songs of praise unto God with the most unexpected people, who know the same songs as I do, be it old songs or new songs, and we sing with such joy and with such freedom that I can't wait for the next time such a thing happens again. Not only because it wasn't with the usual people, where the spark seems to have been extinguished, I'm desolate to say, but because these unexpected people burn with such a brightness and such a passion for the Lord that I wonder where that fire has gone in some of us. It's really fun with the usual people, but the constant request to play secular songs... This time, every song requested was a song unto the Lord, from Hillsong to Paul Baloche. Even in our stinky uniforms and tiny classroom, at that point of time, I didn't want to be anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the greatest thing is that it attracts attention of the people, the students who walk by, who want to know why we sing so happily, 3 days away from prelims. And it brings a new level of curiosity to the level, just like the prayer meeting did. I pray so badly that these people explore this curiosity, and let this be true: curiosity kills the devil. I feel such a need to worship, to just lift up my hands and worship. Can't wait for church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY AND KENJI are nutssss. No I don't want to call him by his common name cos I don't like it. Crazy people! Johnny kept telling the taxi uncle he steady -.- haha but thanks for the ride guys! I went to a heartland area and Loe told me, "Wow! So rare that a Kembangan kid like you comes to heartland areas!" How gross right, she calls the rest Bukit Timah kids, and she and Grace and loyal heartlanders, haha :D Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims is one day away! Finished SS, except for Sustaining Singapore's Development in 21st Century. Kill me D: It's like 8 factors long okay! Pffffft. I remember KBE, twin engines of growth. Done. What's the other 6? I dunno. Housing is also extremely boring. I don't remember most of it I think because Anthony didn't teach us that chapter. Geog cramming tomorrow and Monday! Plus Amaths, GAHH :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy how a guy's voice can totally jump an octave higher and still sound nice. If girls do that, we struggle to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy from HIHS who died in the accident... Super sad la. Due for his prelims next week. Life is fragile, man. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement for all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be anxious for anything, but through prayer and petition, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;Phil 4: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surviving on this verse for the O's.&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/5523190467409622377-4224920166622969021?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4224920166622969021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4224920166622969021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4224920166622969021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4224920166622969021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/heavy-cross-our-weight-of-sin.html' title='the heavy cross; our weight of sin'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3561312018271897800</id><published>2007-08-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:55:15.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You saw me</title><content type='html'>Yanyu: Yes, they are ponstars!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chua: O_O What?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee like 24 people ponned school from 4/5. How amusing! My class is so guai kia i can't stand it, so far, everyday only maximum 4 people pon. Tomorrow I know who's ponning already. I is psychic! 4/5 is the BEST, man. Ultimate. The only day I might consider ponning is tcher's day celebration next Friday, but then, I can't do that to my friendZ, who are performing, and I can't do that to Mrs Low and Mrs Chua my fave teachers! &amp; A.A but not as if I will give him anything, too scary haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, tomorrow better be a productive day for all subjects including Chinese (cos got free period yay). And no CT, means we can go home at 1PM ah?! AHHH YAAAAY :D :D :D Okay but I'll be staying in school anywayyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to sleep! Lately I've been coming across a lot of verses about laziness, haha, must be a sign! Divine intervention; God telling me to stop being lazzzzzeeeeee! Always have some, "Look to the ant! For it gathers it's food in the summer so that in winter it has food." or something. haha, okay I must gather my food, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3561312018271897800?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3561312018271897800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3561312018271897800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3561312018271897800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3561312018271897800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-saw-me.html' title='You saw me'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-2872401063335277503</id><published>2007-08-22T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T03:42:33.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing i ask</title><content type='html'>Not supposed to be online, but just really need to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD for the WONDERFUL turnout this morning! Yes, God works miracles even at 7AM on a Wednesday morning :) Looooooove goes out to all the people who showed up. I was so shocked! From sec1 - sec4, Jesus brings people together whoo! I was so glad to see so many people from class and from even other classes! Thank God for Jacinth who has encouraged me so greatly from the organization of this event! And Vanessa Quek is very prophetic you know! :) Haha yayyyy lovelovelove! Can't wait for next one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, Vanessa Quek is so smart grr. she solved this RV question that both ethel sandra and i couldn't solve. and now i'm quite pissed at myself because i forgot her explanation. but fear not, priscilla knocks at 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed 3.5h studying in school. Did alright for SS test. Sigh, my SEQ pulled me down like crazy though. But now, I am ready for another 10hours! Together with my &lt;em&gt;Saviour King&lt;/em&gt; album, I will understand EVERY SINGLE RV QUESTION THERE IS, and conquer Amaths FOREVER MORE!&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/5523190467409622377-2872401063335277503?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2872401063335277503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=2872401063335277503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2872401063335277503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2872401063335277503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-thing-i-ask.html' title='one thing i ask'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4347752228362534716</id><published>2007-08-21T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T06:57:58.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love like no other reaches to me</title><content type='html'>burning fire for 2 dayyyyys feels great to wake up in the morning and sing unto the Lord. call me a holy freak or whatever, i don't caaaaaaaare. God will make me immune to criticism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate those stupid RV questions where they don't connect the triangle, or where the Va/w is obviously a 90degree bearing, but no, apparently, it's not. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole's younger brother is the cutest kid ever! and i played CS with him, yaaaaay :D haha he's so smart some more! IB NIGEL IB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee jun you took my charger wahlao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh stop slacking Lord help me stop slacking! tomorrow we'll be in the library for English. i predict we will either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sit in the reference level corner and chitchat&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep on the sofa when mdm su isn't around&lt;br /&gt;3. actually do work, but possibility is low! only 1/3 sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to stay in class and finish it all leh, if not the atmosphere is totally wrong. tired tired tired felt quite suicidal after SS lesson, haha. but cheered up after geographyyy :) geog is fun cos yanyu does such stupid things i cannot help but laugh. \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the party wouldn't start till he came in and did his air guitar performance"&lt;br /&gt;"yup it was so convincing i even threw my air panties on stage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for people like Jacinth who initiate things that are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I know You gave the world Your only Son &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For us to know Your name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To live within the Saviour's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He took my place knowing He'd be crucified&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And You loved, You loved, a people undeserving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-4347752228362534716?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4347752228362534716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4347752228362534716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4347752228362534716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4347752228362534716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-like-no-other-reaches-to-me.html' title='love like no other reaches to me'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8548025137893600635</id><published>2007-08-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:25:14.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let Your fire fall</title><content type='html'>a little bit like the first time i've realised that the past few months have been superficial and just for the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire fire fire fire fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say i want to stop living for myself. i want to stop living for the temporary, artificial praises of others. i want to stop being so self-righteous. i want to find my secret place. i want to remain faithful. i want to wake up each day singing a song unto the Lord and learning how to constantly dwell in His presence even in the midst of this dark, dark world. i want to resist the lure of all things worldly. i want to impact others. i want to throw away this part of me that feels jealousy sometimes. i want to throw away the part of me that makes me do things for the wrong reasons. i want to be consumed by holy fire. i want to be a living, walking &lt;em&gt;man on fire for God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8548025137893600635?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8548025137893600635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8548025137893600635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8548025137893600635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8548025137893600635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-your-fire-fall.html' title='let Your fire fall'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-9002251368277776159</id><published>2007-08-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:27:14.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't stop the motion of the ocean</title><content type='html'>love musicals all kinds lovelovelovelovelove (except high school musical)&lt;br /&gt;top ten include phantom, chicago, hairspray, notre dame de paris&lt;br /&gt;i love musicals in foreign languages. notre dame de paris was in french and it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;love music love musicals ahhhhh hairspray pwnz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa was upset that i was sitting a distance away, completely not pai seh about how loudly i was practicing my passage (i mean yeah duh it's O's!), so she decided to read at the same speed and same time as me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also walked in, put her paper on the table and said happily, "No IC, no ID, hope this will suffice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure. other than reading a little faster than i had actually planned, i think it was alright. well it's over and done with, but feels like it doesn't really matter, considering i didn't exactly feel the urgency until i was actually IN the waiting room. sigh. ytd we talked about how Mr Antonio breaks the hearts of so many girls every single day. not because he doesn't love us back or whatever, but because the moment he says, "no. you are wrong." it's like your whole world has crashed, and you stand alone with your lousy L1 answer that you thought was L5 standard but was actually irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you console yourself with, "at least i got 1 mark for provenance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary scary scary scary scary&lt;br /&gt;repeating things five times doesn't emphasise it, it just brings it closer and closer to reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-9002251368277776159?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/9002251368277776159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=9002251368277776159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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points! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinth and Grace have this Puyi/Mengchiang thing going on, honestly, it's suuuuper hilarious. Especially in their lit presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart is dry but still i'm singing / 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WHAT'S WITH YOUR PUYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart is dry but still i'm singing / 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my AWESOME GOD says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not wads with my puyi, i AM puyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH O'S ORAL TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Heard Chang was throwing up some french words to freak everyone out in the waiting room. She always does stupid things like this. In the canteen she had this super stressed look on her face, like she was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bluetooth-ed a picture of Shalini being emo, to Shalini without her knowing HEEEHEEEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nehzy!!! -okayz hardcore muggerisationz. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question skali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nehzy!!! -okayz hardcore muggerisationz. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;students these days treat their mother tongue as a foreign language and its absolutely atrocious. what do you think of such students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart is dry but still i'm singing / 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I LOVE THEM A LOTZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart is dry but still i'm singing / 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IN FACT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart is dry but still i'm singing / 6, 7, 8 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I AM ONE OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah why am I so anti-chinese, TELL ME WHY. Only time I ever do well for chinese is in P1 when I got band 1. As from P2 onwards, my grades declined until eventually I got a B. That is, CLB. HAHAHAHA. Haha I quite funny what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8645323643249245202?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8645323643249245202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8645323643249245202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8645323643249245202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8645323643249245202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/anyone-anything.html' title='ANYONE, ANYTHING'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7655239112723365383</id><published>2007-08-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:27:50.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE LOVE OF DICTIONARIES</title><content type='html'>I am online only to research for why Jing-mei Woo is the most important character in JLC, and more importantly as well as harder to find, why she is NOT. Sometimes it's good to just pick one side, like, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to get songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Nick Hornby's latest book! The Complete Polysyllabic Spree or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Low is so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jinger:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh Mrs Low can't you just give me the mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Low&lt;/strong&gt;: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jinger:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't care! I'll give it to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Low:&lt;/strong&gt; Fine, give it to yourself, but you DON'T DESERVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanyu and I were pissed that we were closing 90%, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Low&lt;/strong&gt;: That's not bad whaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yanyu:&lt;/strong&gt; No! I don't want! I DON'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; YEAH WE'RE 90%! ROUND UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yanyu:&lt;/strong&gt; YEAH ROUND UP WE'RE 90%! I DON'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate a lot of food. First from Malay stall which had opulent food, and my insatiable stomach was grumbling so loudly during Amath paper (of which I despise question 6). Then while discussing answers, someone said the answer to a question, which turned out to be indiasary because Oxy had an outburst. It was crazy. Haha. Then at the library, I ordered chicken chunks and a brownie + ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and accomplished tuition homework, though I was extremely lackadaisical with it. Sigh I am impotent (POWERLESS, NOT THE SEX ONE) when it comes to feeling sleepy. Seriously incorrigible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims will be utter pandemonium, but I pray that God will pull us through it and then through O's as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[check out my rosey language haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question 6 was like RV plus vectors plus kinematics plus ???questionmarkquestionmark&lt;br /&gt;apologies! photos will be up laterrrrrr no time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days, friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-7655239112723365383?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7655239112723365383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7655239112723365383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7655239112723365383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7655239112723365383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-love-of-dictionaries.html' title='FOR THE LOVE OF DICTIONARIES'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8237948298465472414</id><published>2007-08-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:24:40.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my God my Saviour has ransomed me</title><content type='html'>i don't think i'll ever fully be able grasp the enormity of what Christ has done for us... snaps for jacinth! brilliant idea, to be executed immediately! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the five people you meet in heaven seems really boring at first glance, but actually it's really good. well, not exactly good in the christian sense, because heaven ain't really like that. but still good enough to teach us some things about life that we think we know, but really don't. like sacrifice. sigh it's hard for me to sacrifice a lot of things. how bout when it's my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were brave enough to be unafraid of death. but everytime i think about death, my heart beats faster and i begin to sweat, because i don't know when i'll die. sure, i'll wonder how i die. but mostly i wonder when. i wonder what it'll be like never experiencing so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much like how i wonder what death feels like. the pain, depending on how you die. and what happens immediately after that. do you hover over the death scene for awhile? or do you see Jesus... no, not yet right. if you die before He returns, then not yet. but you go to some lovely place to wait, don't you? i hope they have guitars and pianos! the grand ones. and some violins, cellos. stuff like that. then you just hang out there until Jesus comes back, and then we can all go up with Him! and meet God AHHHH SO EXCITINGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you go to hell though? eternity in hell is a scary thought. you're drowning in this lake of fire, and then you're thinking, 'surely this is the end.' only to realize there really is no end to the suffering. and that's scary, man. wonder what God'll do after Jesus comes back. will he build a new world? that'd be pretty awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i like it how i can feel my heart beat through the tips of my fingers, and that push of blood with every beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days friends! all the best  to the girls getting back O's chinese results! and to the girls taking prelims! may God bless all of youuuuu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 DAYS, BYE ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-8237948298465472414?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8237948298465472414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8237948298465472414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8237948298465472414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8237948298465472414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-god-my-saviour-has-ransomed-me.html' title='my God my Saviour has ransomed me'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-9042939177964098096</id><published>2007-08-11T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:04:28.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OTHERWISE PANDEMONIUM</title><content type='html'>Thanks, Fabian, I know what pandemonium means now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the actually fascinating things we learnt during bacterial transformation. E.Coli, GFP (there is YFP, RFP and others), glowing mice, flowers and tadpoles. But I will leave you with stupid things people said today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Yeah then the doctor will inject her with Anastasia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanyu: Eh enough ah! Don't make me inject you with Anastasia!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Wahlao eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the stimulator&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: We must the hold the railings!&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's not even scary!&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Can you please add to the excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instructor's name is Violet&lt;br /&gt;Violet: So what colour do you all think the colonies will be?&lt;br /&gt;Neh: Violet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanyu: Ox don't be scare-a-dy cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lam: Bel! Who have you been hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;Bel: -points to random people- They all lor, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona is the lab volunteer&lt;br /&gt;Neh: Miss Violet! I'm confused, and Mona is too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Woah, Neh, new bag ah, change so --&lt;br /&gt;Neh: AIYAH MY SISTER'S ONE LA OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micropipettes and ampicillin resistant bacteria... Fun day :) Watched Simpsons again. Funny as ever, but I was very tired. Sighzzz fatigue sucks :( Goodnight at 6pm, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-9042939177964098096?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/9042939177964098096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=9042939177964098096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/9042939177964098096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/9042939177964098096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/otherwise-pandemonium.html' title='OTHERWISE PANDEMONIUM'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6450781089112595549</id><published>2007-08-10T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T06:55:57.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired of cliches</title><content type='html'>at 5am, my brother barged into the room with girlfriend in tow, awakening me from my peaceful sleep. obviously, unable to get back to sleep since the whole family is so excited(!), i grudgingly got up and did some Amath. yes, at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, he said, "Siyi can you go do your work upstairs please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew okay not that they're doing that. i suppose they do need their alone time. but i need it too! with my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they lie on MYYYY bed watching 300. 2 more weeks. IIIIIII CAN DO IT.&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/5523190467409622377-6450781089112595549?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6450781089112595549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6450781089112595549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6450781089112595549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6450781089112595549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-tired-of-cliches.html' title='so tired of cliches'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-2736128114496229294</id><published>2007-08-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:26:51.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST HIGHWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all need Jesus because we get tempted by things like knives, pistols, roses, superficiality, materialism, alcohol, drugs, black... things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my big fat greek wedding is hilarious. seriously! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"here i am, just your private greek statue."&lt;br /&gt;"there are only two kinds of people in the world: greeks and non-greeks who want to be greeks!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;National Day celebrations this year wasn't as fun as last year! But fun, nonetheless. Running on to the stage, seeing Neh just throw away any last shred of dignity by doing some dance, singing along to songs we didn't know the lyrics of ("la... lala... umm lalala.. la..."), waving flags that had their ends broken off easily, telling Shalini she's a TRAITORRRR, good skit, singing along to songs we do know the lyrics of ("Singaporeans, here we are our GST rise so farrrr"), Shalini Chang and all dancing to Chan Mali Chan. yayy national pride and sense of rootedness! good job, everyone :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;camwhored like crazy at the bus stop. sus, pictures!!! went down to cine, ate pasta mania yayy. then we watched TRANSFORMERS: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE, but it was my second time, so it wasn't very amazing or whatever. jamie and tammy are crazy and such nerds. they might as well believe in harry potter! haha :D &lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIREWORKS TOMORROW WITH ESPLANADE GANGGGGG YAYYYY &lt;333&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures up soon :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-2736128114496229294?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2736128114496229294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=2736128114496229294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2736128114496229294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/2736128114496229294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost-highway.html' title='LOST HIGHWAY'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5583146326784606216</id><published>2007-08-06T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:04:12.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the undertow</title><content type='html'>Something Big is tomorrow. I love music, and I love singing with Tammy :) I love our supporters because they sing along with us and get their awful voices recorded on videos, haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem pract was a bit scary! The values jumped like craSy. And we all were stumped (Yanyu's word) by the questions! Hehe. New lab, sucked :( I miss the old lab! Conclusion: Chang walks very fast for varying reasons from lab to class, from class to canteen, from hall to class. But Sheryl Cheng flies a lot faster than her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to the NA girls taking their prelims! May God shower His infinite wisdom on you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody ask Oxy to show you her drawing of the Tridex fruit. Seriously, funniest drawing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for Singapore. I don't hate Singapore, I just think that our society is too conservative and under-exposed. I love the low crime rates and efficient civil service. But we miss out on a lot because we are 'sheltered' and government does everything for us. It's true that young Singaporeans don't work hard because we've never experienced poverty. The whole wanting to go overseas to study thing is shared by everyone, I suppose. In any country, a person would be tempted to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Friday morning - brother returns home!&lt;br /&gt;02 Thursday - National day: mugging at Esplanade/Starbucks/Err, &lt;a href="mailto:Fireworks@Waterfront"&gt;Fireworks@Waterfront&lt;/a&gt; with Esplanade GANG haha&lt;br /&gt;03 Wednesday - National day celebrations in schl (sec4s cooperate and take our rightful place on stage!)&lt;br /&gt;04 Tomorrow - Mock EM paper, 2 hours (OMSB SIANJIBUA) Something Big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backwards is fun. Dangerous, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Waving But Drowning - Stevie Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Best poem everrrrr. Heeheehee I love my Media&amp;Sound committee :)&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/5523190467409622377-5583146326784606216?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5583146326784606216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5583146326784606216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5583146326784606216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5583146326784606216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/caught-in-undertow.html' title='caught in the undertow'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8244383035899244572</id><published>2007-08-05T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T09:00:19.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by</title><content type='html'>never thought 'broken heart' was a physical experience stemmed from the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man utd vs chelsea! malouda is annoyingzzz. but now 81st minute alr la. malouda a bit absent HAHA. but Fletcher is my homeboy man! just now that ONNEEEE almost-goal from Man Utd was jix until wahlao. anw Man Utd pwnz. no drogba, chelsea not as good leh :\ not as entertaining! but cech is super good can. HEEEHEEEHEE MIKEL KENA INJURED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't focus when pizarro plays his name sounds like pizza&lt;br /&gt;and van der sar's name reminds me of plaster&lt;br /&gt;omsb they subbed giggs out :(&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEHEEEE MIKEL KENA YELLOW CARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap feel like playing soccer and i miss john terry a lotz he's my homeboy #3. Jesus #1, Fletcher #2, Terry #3 HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww crap penalty shoot out :(&lt;br /&gt;hehehe cech now stress alr hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school does not psycho, or even if they do, only a bit. we are we it's up to us.&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/5523190467409622377-8244383035899244572?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8244383035899244572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8244383035899244572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8244383035899244572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8244383035899244572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-there-are-clouds-in-sky-youll-get.html' title='when there are clouds in the sky, you&apos;ll get by'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-5454372456582524191</id><published>2007-08-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:21:35.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK CYCLE CAROUSEL</title><content type='html'>Cellllll :D Much studying after that, drawing of people's names with the JC graphic calculator, plus a y= x^2 + 3x + 6. Learnt some stuff about cell that I didn't know before :O But fun, overall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;GETTING BUSKING PHOTOS FROM XARALLELBEL. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School say cannot in uniform. :( I can see the light in your eyes diminish! Videos transfer at excruciatingly slow paces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check out flangster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE TPY&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE TOA PAYOH&lt;br /&gt;IS VERY SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;COS HER CONNECTION VERY FAST&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE CORRECTED MY YANGREN&lt;br /&gt;TO YOUNGREN&lt;br /&gt;THANKCHEW THERE BEE&lt;br /&gt;YOUR &lt;strong&gt;THERE&lt;/strong&gt;GOT&lt;strong&gt;BEE&lt;/strong&gt; NOT LAME WHAT&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're both cool buddies (H)(H) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope mu uterine lining starts to repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're both cool buddies (H)(H) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another month not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh you are OOP until honestly, srsly, no joking, cannot OOP anymore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you even my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so hypocritical&lt;br /&gt;Doing to me exactly what you said people shouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-5454372456582524191?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5454372456582524191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=5454372456582524191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5454372456582524191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/5454372456582524191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick-cycle-carousel.html' title='SICK CYCLE CAROUSEL'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-8719152295391507684</id><published>2007-08-03T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:18:37.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID</title><content type='html'>Cluster Arts was fun! :D Last year I didn't like because we all had to go watch the concert and it wasn't that entertaining for people like me who can't appreciate arts other than music. But yeah, this year we all just hung around in the parade ground and it was SO hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; HELIUM BALLOONS! Whoo, plus we had secret access to the helium machine AKA Ger, haha, and Mitch was super funny when she sucked in the helium! And she sang Spider-pig! OHMAN. And Ox sang Salakao and Tammy sang Spongebob, but oh mygoodnessssssszzzz, really really laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; When the band plays, suddenly all the sec4 band girls will form one line and start swaying! haha, so everyone a bit geh kiang, also join lor. And the balloon flew from somewhere, omg, Chang jumped out of the line to exhibit her excellent captain ball skills! But she didn't catch it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Captain's Wallet! Played Captain's ball with Oxy's wallet (i know right like we're supposed to be 16 -.-) and it was super retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; We also played lao ying zhuo xiao ji (if i could make a bigger -.- i would) and HAHAHA MADELINE WAS THE MOTHER HEN. AND SHE CHASED THE EAGLE WHO WAS OXY, HAHAHAHAHAHA IT WAS SUPER FUNNY WE ALL JUST COLLAPSED AND STARTED LAUGHING. The chicks were like Bala, Ger, Amanda, Nicole, Chang, Mitch and I? HAHA It's super funny okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Oxy jumping up to grab the one&amp;only descending balloon and grabbing it above the heads of the nooby juniors hahaha :D And Mitch let loose a perfectly good, helium-filled balloon in the process of fighting to obtain a less-than-perfect, less-helium-filled balloon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sucking helium times were so hilarious! Gillian, Ox, Mitch, Tammy, TEOH KAYMINN!!! She sang some Jay Chou song. Nicole tried too, but plus or don't plus helium, her voice same leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIT WAS SO STUPID. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about whether or not Lady Macbeth and Macbeth had a child before, because she said, "I have given suck, and know what it's like to..." So, Ethel suggested she was a wetnurse, but why would you breastfeed someone else's baby right -.- Plus you have to have your own baby before you can breastfeed ANY baby. So Annette said, the child probably died, and I agree, but when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when we came up with the theory that maybe while Lady Macbeth was saying, "I would have plucked it from my nipples and dashed out its brains" she was actually demonstrating it with her own child! And then Annette said the most hilarious thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annette:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, then Macbeth's just standing there and staring, and then he just goes like, "And if we should fail?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OMSBZZZZ but it was a totally had-to-be-there moment. Plus it was the expression as well. And then LMB throws the kid on the ground and yells, "But screw your courage to the sticking-place/ And we'll not fail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA i love lit class :D&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/5523190467409622377-8719152295391507684?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8719152295391507684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=8719152295391507684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8719152295391507684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/8719152295391507684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/would-you-believe-me-if-i-said.html' title='WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6158032604834442601</id><published>2007-08-02T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:25:26.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font=tahoma&gt;will we seperate at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;it seems like we aren't even trying&lt;br /&gt;relying purely on coincidence or that&lt;br /&gt;tiny ray of hope that we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the breaking down of what was once so strong&lt;br /&gt;surely it's not affecting me more than you&lt;br /&gt;the segregation of sub-categories from the main one&lt;br /&gt;don't we think alike anymore?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-6158032604834442601?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6158032604834442601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6158032604834442601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6158032604834442601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6158032604834442601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-we-seperate-at-end-of-it-all-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4594097398716201842</id><published>2007-08-02T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T04:52:41.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font-family=tahoma&gt;25 days to prelims&lt;br /&gt;81 days to o's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-4594097398716201842?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4594097398716201842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4594097398716201842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4594097398716201842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4594097398716201842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/25-days-to-prelims-81-days-to-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-427907369683931970</id><published>2007-08-02T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T04:28:57.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOSYNCRASY</title><content type='html'>tomorrow there is busking. it's horrible, because tammy and i are fretting about the songs, plus the fact that i have prelims right before that :\ i will probably sleep. can you imagine if i fail my prelims, haha. that's the most hilarious thing ever okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no punch out. macs in all it's salted glory, plus michelle's never ending stories. i stress the need for extreme high levels of tolerance while around michelle. she takes random animals and substitutes "pig" in spider-pig for them. she did spider-elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio test was quite okay! some confusion after that, but overall fairly easy. thank God i finally remembered femidom at the last part! however, some say it's not femidom, so we all ain't sure. can't wait for SB to be over! it's quite stressful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday priscilla explained why sometimes you sleep too much and you still feel tired. because everyone has a fixed number of hours that their body requires. so, if you overshoot your hours, you begin a next 'round'. and then, you'll have to complete THAT round if not you'll be tired. see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my hours are 6. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY IS HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming happy things:&lt;br /&gt;cell&lt;br /&gt;FOP&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;national day &amp; mugging at esplanade + fireworks&lt;br /&gt;pig out :D&lt;br /&gt;the end of SB&lt;br /&gt;brother is coming back!!!&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/5523190467409622377-427907369683931970?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/427907369683931970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=427907369683931970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/427907369683931970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/427907369683931970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/idiosyncrasy.html' title='IDIOSYNCRASY'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-7185174450229637808</id><published>2007-08-01T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:14:09.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you say</title><content type='html'>Came online to send Mdm Suhana the lit speech, then I recalled something that everyone should laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chang:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, can I get a &lt;strong&gt;McDonald student meal&lt;/strong&gt; please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;-dies laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay study study study. Priscilla says I must micromanage, it's no longer macromanaging. Yikes, how scary, haha. I despise my computer and all it's viruses! Bio test tomorrow! And FrIsBeE! :D Hoho. Yesterday I was so dead tired from school I slept from 6pm - 6am, no joke. Imagine how many hours I could've spent actually studying :( I regret not starting earlier and all that other usual stuff.&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/5523190467409622377-7185174450229637808?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7185174450229637808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=7185174450229637808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7185174450229637808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/7185174450229637808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-would-you-say.html' title='what would you say'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-4663319969857399884</id><published>2007-07-30T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:12:39.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is there any circumstance</title><content type='html'>i wish chang was online so i could tell her about my brilliant plan for tonight! :) but on the other hand, if i bhb about it, later don't work then dieee. hahaha chang you and your fetal position! hahaha mygosh so evilzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my body because i have all these irregular patterns for fatigue. like monday i'll be tired at 5+ tuesday i'll be tired at 9+ wednesday i'll be tired at 7+, right before tuition some more. thursday varies, sometimes can tahan all the way till 12+ sometimes cannot, and friday maybe 10+ how am i supposed to follow schedule like that! wahlao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg people get my number through foul means! chem practical sucked. chang sheryl choy and i were struggling okay! stupid thing didn't even match, sighz. phototaking was hilarious; tengteng was an emperor! and yanyu held the paper the wrong way. the army-PMS-moodswing woman still hasn't changed at all!&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/5523190467409622377-4663319969857399884?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4663319969857399884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=4663319969857399884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4663319969857399884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/4663319969857399884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-there-any-circumstance.html' title='is there any circumstance'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-3353578703565683307</id><published>2007-07-29T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T04:30:59.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>staring at a million city lights</title><content type='html'>church was good :D personal evangelism. but all the pushing to reach out really pushes you to reach out HAHA. yes really. iReach manual + badges, whoooooo. KFC for lunch, and eugene is annoying, yangrong is irritating, kiatwee is -.-, and all three are guys acting like girls! joy and her water babies, kenneth, i bet you believed that it was bronchitis okay!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on task for study plan, except for SS + Bio, but as Jamie said, the tests will keep me in check for Bio. so I'm not exactly behind, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4 weeks from prelims, about 2 months from O's, and 3 months from Italy! :D yay, i excite myself too easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will wake up at 3am and study! really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that stressed me out today:&lt;br /&gt;1. talks with Kenneth about how evil the world is (eg iraq war kidnapped skoreans)&lt;br /&gt;2. talks with Dajie about poly/JC&lt;br /&gt;3. georgie going home early to study while i went for lunch&lt;br /&gt;4. neozxz having tuition&lt;br /&gt;5. lam studying at esplanade + don'tknowwho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that made me happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. church!&lt;br /&gt;2. xbox&lt;br /&gt;3. praying for neozxz&lt;br /&gt;4. being able to live and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i must catch some sleep so i can carry out my plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when will we realize?&lt;br /&gt;people need the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-3353578703565683307?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3353578703565683307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=3353578703565683307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3353578703565683307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/3353578703565683307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/07/staring-at-million-city-lights.html' title='staring at a million city lights'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-6010805105010611264</id><published>2007-07-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:22:10.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we blame ourselves as much as we blame we</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RqtavkGTHCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/46kCGwB77gQ/s1600-h/Esplanade+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092263576862923810" style="FLOAT: left; 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But a lot of them are just the same photos shifted slightly with hard-to-notice changed expressions. Haha, CHECK OUT THE TWO WHERE CHANG'S FACE IS SO MAGNIFIED. THEY ARE OX'S FAILED PHOTOS HAHAHA. It was SUUUPER funny ohman! I really almost peed in my shorts just laughing from it, ohman. Somebody suggested standing on the grass so we could get a clearer view. But then the grass was full of pits and mud and water and yuckkkks. But we tahan-ed and watched it all! Air pollution + fireworks set off later get hidden by the massive cloud. We were jixing like crazy, kept going, "QUICKKK! BACKGROUND SHOT!!!" We failed every. Single. Time. Good job, guys, HAHAHA. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But we studied too, so that's good :) Pat was being so superior! She said she didn't wanna come down and see the fireworks because she already saw a few times -.- And Lam like flung her earring into the mud or something! Haha grosssss okay. And see, doesn't Chang always smile like she loves the world and the whole world loves her? Like her life so perfect HAHA :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Amanda burst out laughing SUPER loud in the library, my gosh. Super funny! And there's this hilarious picture of Ox, but I scared she beat me up so I won't put. Whereas I not scared Lam, so please laugh at the one on top, kthxbye. Today was really gaoxiao to the max, HAHA. Chang, Pat, Lam, Amanda, Ox and I, wahlao, it's reallyyyyyyy laugh-until-you-pee-or-might-as-well-die kind okay! I just realised I'm am being vErIi sInglIsHxZ w0rHxZ. School is stressful, pressure sucks. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;MP shadowing rockkkkked! I loved it. Looooooved it.&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons was AMAZING! I loved it too! "Spider-pig... Spider-pig..." "Rest! Rest!" "I like men now!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ralph Wiggums pwnz! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 weeks to confirm 3 months.&lt;/span&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;/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/5523190467409622377-6010805105010611264?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6010805105010611264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=6010805105010611264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6010805105010611264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/6010805105010611264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-blame-ourselves-as-much-as-we-blame.html' title='we blame ourselves as much as we blame we'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PkrIsk93nI/RqtavkGTHCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/46kCGwB77gQ/s72-c/Esplanade+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523190467409622377.post-760292973542692914</id><published>2007-07-01T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:56:06.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have a shepherd's heart!</title><content type='html'>going the extra mile anonymously :) ahh how cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was yayyyyy! pst lip's message was really good, and when he talked about his grandmother, i thought about my dad. and the iReach video was really cool as well. reach one, teach one :D anyway pst lip talked about having a shepherd's heart, and how sheep are all pretty duhhh kind of animals. and + last week's msg by pst daniel. it all connects, and it's time to step out. and i spoke to Jamie with regards to something that i've thought about for a long time now. and i think that it's a really good way to reach out! so on Thursday, we go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service Jamie left and we all went to parkway for lunch. fabian is from SASS! haha same school hymn. and it's really cool he left for high school in the states + uni, and it's true what he said, singaporeans only look at ivy league schools. anyway then at KFC, they're nuts! hahaha we were talking about animals, and i think i killed a dog when i was younger by accident. O_O okay don't ask. and then talking about eugene's obscene tshirt, and then joy made the guy on his shirt a t-shirt. hahaha reminiscing about two year's church camp and hearing stories from this year's church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fabian fetched alethea yangrong and i home because we all live in the same area :D haha in his BMW 3 series! that has "soul" haha. i still don't know what he was talking about, but i don't drive anyway, so. yeah. haha. talks about scotland and england and the states, funn :) thanks fabian for literally going the EXTRA MILE, considering you live in like the opposite direction. ssc! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm doing macromolecules and i am struggling :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prayer meeting will begin next week on Thursday! Shalom room at 2:35 (tentative)! rememberrrrr okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great is Your faithfulness oh God&lt;br /&gt;You wrestle with the sinner's heart&lt;br /&gt;You lead us by still waters and to mercy&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can keep us apart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So remember Your people&lt;br /&gt;Remember Your children&lt;br /&gt;Remember Your promise oh God &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your grace is enough&lt;br /&gt;Your grace is enough&lt;br /&gt;Your grace is enough for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great is Your love and justice God &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You use the weak to lead the strong&lt;br /&gt;You lead us in the song of Your salvation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all Your people sing along &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to remind us that overall, God is really all that we need. the four months ahead will be very very trying and tiring and draining. but really, all we need to do is put God first, ahead of everything, even our studies. so just be encouraged and let's put our trust in God to bring us through these four months and the years to come after that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523190467409622377-760292973542692914?l=siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/feeds/760292973542692914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523190467409622377&amp;postID=760292973542692914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/760292973542692914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523190467409622377/posts/default/760292973542692914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyilovesmilo.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-shepherds-heart.html' title='have a shepherd&apos;s heart!'/><author><name>Chen Siyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973619879723062402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
