<?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-9882791</id><updated>2011-07-16T16:18:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IcePalace</title><subtitle type='html'>The greatest thing about man is his ability to transcend himself, his ancestry and his environment and to become what he dreams of being. - Tully C. Knoles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882791.post-116290922703227432</id><published>2006-11-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:20:27.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more updates =P</title><content type='html'>Okie dokey.. time to update this still-very-stagnant blog.  Well, I read the ENTIRE blog, and it was fun, really.  I have come to realised how I didn't really change much mentally (like the way I still think logically when I can, and how I *try* to look at both sides of the arguement before I jump to conclusions), but I have also realised that in the past year, I have developed extremely quickly in terms of emotions.  This past year, I definately grew alot emotionally.  I find it rarer and rarer that I have emotions that are out of control.  I guess being in a JC really changes you, with such a tough system, it is really bound to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this entry is just basically more updates.  So, I passed my Promotional Exams, dispite my worse fears.  Results wasn't all that great... overall was like C (GP), D, D, D (Maths, Chem, Lit) and an E (bio).  Was really surprised I passed ALL actually.  But yeah, will have to buck up this holiday.  I'll take the first 2-3 weeks to slack, then I will have no choice but to revise.  I just hope mom won't make me work too much, extra pocket money is all good and well, but I won't want to sacrifice my free time (the only free time I'll have before I study like shit for A lvls) and my revision time just for cash.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, other than my exam results and mom's desire to make me work this holiday, ahh yes, the most interesting news.  Dear readers of this blog (if any), Pammy is officially... *drum rolls*.. attached =D.  hehe, well... that somebody is Darren, fellow bowler and previously, a good friend.  Technically, he's a good friend now as well, just that there's been several layers added to it that makes it all the more worthwhile.  I know, I know, I told my mom (and myself actually) to hold off any relationships until I finish A levels, but yeah.. emotions got the better of us this time round.  Now, I just have to hope that we last or some time, ooooor, if we were to have no choice but to have to break up sometime between now and A level, that we would have enough emotional and mental maturity to still remain friends and not affect each other's results too adversely.  Its a risk, I know that, I understood all the risks and complications that may arise from the moment I said 'yes', but life's not all that fun without SOME risks involved =P.  So yeah, we've been together for one month and one day =P.  Thus, begins the journey to the next milestone of Pam's first ever relationship (not counting the crush on Malvin oh so long ago, or that goodness-knows-what-friendship with Callum even longer ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I actually do feel quite a bit for Darren.  I am currently trying to make sure the emotions stay all nice and contained and that although my heart may do some deciion-making, it will ultimately have to go through my head as well.  I've always let my head (and my logic) do most of the thing, and I doubt that I will want to change to a hearts person now, but that doesn't mean that I'm a heartless bitch =P.  I'm just more logical (I hope) than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else?  Pam being very happily attached, Pam passed her promotional exams... sooo, what else is there?  Well, there's the PW Oral Presentation tomorrow, but that's not THAT bad... I hope.  In 18 hours, PW will be over for me =D.  I'm not too sure if I want to feel sad or happy... Sad that dispite all the trials and tribulations that PW has bestowed upon me, it still forced me to do some serious evaluation on myself as a person and I believed that I did mature as a result of that, and yet, Happy coz after so many months of tears, sweat and sometimes, blood (maybe a burst blood vessel or two due to stress), it will finally end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now is the End of Year Holiday, I will need to take this time to re-organise my room and my house and my school notes, revise, then there's that Metro SIF project for me to do in November (24-25th), and just working basically.  Oh well, that's all there is for now really, I'll probably next update when i feel like it =P.  Till then... toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-116290922703227432?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/116290922703227432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=116290922703227432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/116290922703227432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/116290922703227432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-updates-p.html' title='more updates =P'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-115873761606807082</id><published>2006-09-20T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:33:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!</title><content type='html'>OMG... Haven't Blogged for more than a year... how boring can I get?  Goodness... its been EONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAANYWAYS, I'm not sure if I'm gonna be blogging actively, or if this is a one-off thing, so I won;t hold my breath if I were you (Actually, I doubt ANYBODY bothers checking the blog anymore. Its been dead for eons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. what has been happening in the Wonderful world of Pammy?  Nothing much really... to name a few stuff, I finished my O levels.. started working at Orchard Hotel after that... as a Santarina (joys of joy).  Met Fiona there, we had great fun =).  Anyways, after the Christmas season, got transferred to Orchard Cafe and got along with many great people like rix, Wivian, Jesslyn, and tonnes more.  Quit in March after recieving my O level results.  L1R5 of 15.  Trust me, I'm as surprised as you are.  All A's and B's apparently.  Literature, English and AMath (OMG!  I actually PASSED AMATHS?!) happily earning me A2's.  Combined Humanities (OMFG! I PASSED HUMANITIES?!), Biology, Chemistry and Emaths earning me my B3's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very surprised actually, didn't expect to do so well, i think I actually cried on that day I got my results, was just so surprised.  Anyways, time to choose my courses, and I placed only ONE Jc in my selection, first choice, PJC.  And just my luck, I got in.  I supposed I just wanted to see if I can do it, make my nice little niche in JC, plus another reason was probably the fact that I was a little scared of Poly, things are just so different that I'd rather stick with what I am comfortable with, JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Having spent more than half a year in JC, I have come to the conclusion that it S.U.C.K.S.  Well, that's actually quite unfair a statement.  I actually like PJC as a whole, I feel as if I belonged here, something I never really manage to feel in BPGHS.  The teachers rock, except one, and the environment is rather nice.  HOWEVER, the schoolwork is enough to drive me to the brink of Suicide (not there yet thankfully).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are, 4 days to the promotional examinations, and I was blog surfing before getting down to start cracking on Maths and Chemistry where I spotted my link on Malvin's Blog.  Somehow, and I have no idea why, but seeing my link there gave me the urge to start blogging again.  Maybe its to let off steam.  So many things have been happening that I can't even begin to start describing them in a single post, but I will probably highlight them later on in subsequent post if I decide to continue this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I haven;t touched on my new friends yet have I?  I think I'll just list down all the happy memories of the past year or so to perk me up, I can always complain about the crap side of life later on (probably when I fail promos or smt).  Anyways, right now, I'm in class 06S05, and its GREAT =D.  Started off hanging around with Michelle, Azulina, Asykin and Aziemah, however, due to recent events that I'd rather not talk about at the current moment, I felt the need to seperate myself for a while, catch my footing, and evaluate myself as a person and my actions and the consequences it brings.  Just sit and reflect basically, but needless to say, I'm no longer close with them anymore.  I spend my days around the bowlers =).  Oh yeah, I joined bowling and am totally obsessed with bowling =D.  so yeah, been with the bowlers a hell lot.  Thanx to Darren for listening to my problems and being so concerned about my wellbeing, to Hikari for a listening ear as well as girl talk =), Gerald for the help in Chemistry and perking me up, and to the rest of the bowlers coz WE ROCK!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there's so many different things to say and write, but I've run out of time for now... My revision awaits and examinations wait for no-one.  So I shall go off, revise and just hope, and pray that I may pass and get promoted to J2... and maybe, just maybe, I will return to blog more and use this as an outlet for my stress and perhaps to record my life down such that I will never forget what I am experiencing now because I truely believe that I am at the stage where I am finding my limits and where many great lessons of life are being shown to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-115873761606807082?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/115873761606807082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=115873761606807082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/115873761606807082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/115873761606807082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-aliiiiiiiiiiiive.html' title='Its ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882791.post-111727344032115045</id><published>2005-05-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:44:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna DIE!</title><content type='html'>Oh maaaan.... Long time no blog.  The time between end-of-exams and results are OVER!  Just got back my results yesterday.  oh damn oh damn oh damn.  I gained a mark for L1R5 (the lower the better).  From 29 to 30.  Failed the same two subjects, Amath and Combined Humanities... If you fail, may as well fail consistantly eh? *weak smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom is gonna KILL ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  She came into the room before she went off to work (I was sleeping in)... and she was like "I heard your results are bad.  I'll talk to you tomorrow.  Since your way doesn't work (referring to studying), we'll do things my way"... and I'm like "erm... what's gonna happen?" and she replied with "You'll find out tomorrow.  Things aren't going to be good".  Oh &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... seriously gonna &lt;i&gt;DIE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm currently enjoying what might be the last time I'm on the computer until after O levels.  Loads of things have been happening here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them would be Mr. Microphones (chemistry teacher) lovely ability to blow thing out of proportion.  Imagine including the school discipline board on a case involving 2 girls whispering in class when another boy on the other end of the class was hurling insults.  Talk about biasness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else?  The 12th night play was nice.  I'll go into more detail over both incidence if I can get my ass online tomorrow. IF I can get online tomorrow.  I'm too worried about what's gonna happen to blog properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111727344032115045?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111727344032115045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111727344032115045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111727344032115045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111727344032115045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/05/gonna-die.html' title='Gonna DIE!'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111590278865737604</id><published>2005-05-12T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:59:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of EXAMS and SWIMMING!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOOO!!  Today was FUN =D.  Firstly, there's NO MORE MID YEAR EXAMS! its all OVER!!! *celebrates* chemistry Paper was ok, practised my agaration skills (just close one's eyes and pick a letter).  Anyways, Dennis and I arrived at school at the normal time for some wierd unknown reason... and went to the canteen to study BEFORE the damned library Opened.  Tiger Tan came, and demanded what the hell we're doing there and why aren't we in the hall, I just told him that we don't take Geography.  He then asked why are we here so early... and I said *erm... to study?* and he just got pissed and stalked away.  Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed o.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the FUN part started after exams, when we went SWIMMING =D. We went to Ching's house first coz Malvin went to help his class do the cheering comp.  Anyways, Sammy managed to bug ching into joining us (after I erm... was forced to flash my swim-suit in front of both gals)... and we happily walked through the light drizzle to the swimming pool.  I had the best time ever =D.  After getting teased for my 'revealing' swimsuit, we went to play in the wave pool, attempt to swim the opposite direction of the lazy river, went to the big pool to swim and do other stupid random things, and went on the slide loads and loads of times =D.  Its great when there's 6 of you trying to go down the slide at the same time, holding onto each other, and trying to go as fast as possible.  the best was when we blocked the water for a bit, then let go and went on our stomach and grab the person's ankles and just scream like we;re in the tunnel/slide of DOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had great fun, did some stupid things in the water, like water dancing, badly done acting of the matrix and its infamous neo-dodging-bullets scene and other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, we went to eat as our stomach won't leave us alone =P.  Then we went home... Tofu and I fell asleep on the bus o.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today totally rocks, I realised how precious and fun my friends can be and I definately look forward to when we can have such an outing again =P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111590278865737604?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111590278865737604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111590278865737604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111590278865737604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111590278865737604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/05/end-of-exams-and-swimming.html' title='End of EXAMS and SWIMMING!'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111527311976093041</id><published>2005-05-05T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:05:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, one has been neglecting one's blog lately.  Nth's up so far.  Exams, exams and even more exams.  Although this week has been quite relaxed.  Monday was holiday, Tuesday there's no exams, Yesterday was just Literature and Emath paper one, today I didn't go to school coz its chinese and physics.  Tomorrow's Lit paper 1 and Amath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did ok on the viola essay... I forgot a few quotes, missed out a few points, could have written more (if time permits) but I think I did fairly ok.. The Toby thing was crapily done.  I couldn't think of much things with Toby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emath was a botch up.  Ran out of time, did things badly, just UGH.  I think I'll either fail or barely pass.  Hopefully paper 2 would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relaxing today, been procrastinating a tad bit too much.  Should get started on King of the Castle pretty soon.  Basically forgot a hell load of stuff.  But then I'll also have to help nick with HIS studies.  *sigh* I hate being the eldest at times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright side, I got a letter from a pen-pal =D.  From Canada.  I'll have to write back soon... once I top up my letter writing kit.  Megan borrowed my stuff without asking and I'm dangerously low.  It'll be fun having a pen-pal =).  Never mind that she's older than me =P.  The problems when you're only 16 and not allowed to have a part-time job is that one finds it hard to get nice letter-writing stuff, esp. if one's cousins often takes without asking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still dad and his attitude, Nick and his studies and stuff I have to worry about.  Surprisingly, they don't stress me out as much as they used to.  Hope this carefree feeling will last.  God knows I've been stressed out of my mind since coming back to Singapore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... nothing much I can think of to write.  Will have a chalet on the 8, 9, 10th June.  Invited several close friends.  Having more friends there is fun =).  However, Ching can't come coz she's going to Japan (lucky gal!).  Oh yeah, Ching.  For some reason, I'm kinda worried about her. Maybe she's being too stressed lately.  She worries about her looks and her grades, like any normal teenager I suppose, but I'm just worried for her for some unknown reasons.  The annoying voice at the back of my head's telling me to drop it and that ching can take care of herself and that I shouldn't really care.  I feel like bashing up that voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I suppose its normal human instinct to feel glad? happy? dominating? that a fellow human has fallen or isn't doing as well.  I accept that its human instinct and that although its evil to feel that way, I should try not to.  I always feel ashamed at myself for feeling a slight twinge of happiness whenever any of my friends or classmate fall, but I always seem to feel guilty afterwards.  *sigh* Stupid human instincts, I'll just have to brush them aside, and help my friends in anyway I can.  Thats what friends do =).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm HAPPY in Singapore =).  Fine, the education system's a pain in the neck, and its more stressed and polluted (with cars) but I'm happy.  I think its coz I have good friends =).  I'd say that Sammy and Ching especially are some of the best friends I ever had.  Sure we tease each other and we have the occasional mood swings, but I feel that they will never back-stab me.  Tofu, Malvin and Samuel are my good friends too. =).  Dunno why, just suddenly very happy with my life (though I'd be happier if I scored all A's and I'm slimmer, but you cant have everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a warning, boys should not read the following... but if you wanna, don't say I didn't warn ya...&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;I HAVE MY PERIOD! =D.  *watches all the boys run off* Anyways, it has been missing for 6 mths (no, I'm not pregnant, virgins can't get pregnant you dolts!) and it finally came!  *does happy dance* at least I'm not forever wondering where the hell my period went to...  The perpetual PMS has been gone and I feel MUCH better, no more *I'm pissed... am trying to hide the fact that I'm pissed* kinda mood. Feel MUCH happier, though that could be because I also quit band.  I feel much more free, like the only thing I should be worried about is my grades and my friends.  I feel so absolutely HAPPY for some reason.  God knows why, just feel much more happy and relaxed.  Its almost like I've moved back to the UK, just keeping my close friends with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111527311976093041?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111527311976093041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111527311976093041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111527311976093041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111527311976093041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/05/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111484837978942693</id><published>2005-04-30T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T16:06:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool new Blogskin =D</title><content type='html'>*hugs ching* CHING ROCKS! =).  She did this entire new blogskin for me coz the old one was boring and I totally suck at html.  However, I am $10 poorer for this =P.  But do ya'll agree that this is MUCH more better than the old one? =P.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not much happening nowadays.  Some friends went OOC, but that's all sorted now.  In the middle of exams... So yeah, updates would be less.  I think I flunked my bio and chem practical... *wails*.  And I should fail my SS paper as well, but I failed that all last year.  If I'm failing, may as well be consistant =P.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, that's all I have to say atm.... *hugs new blogskin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111484837978942693?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111484837978942693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111484837978942693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111484837978942693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111484837978942693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/04/cool-new-blogskin-d.html' title='Cool new Blogskin =D'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111478117652131824</id><published>2005-04-29T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:26:16.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing new blogskin...</title><content type='html'>Blogskin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111478117652131824?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111478117652131824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111478117652131824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111478117652131824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111478117652131824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/04/testing-new-blogskin.html' title='Testing new blogskin...'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111427761278786901</id><published>2005-04-24T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:33:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports day =D.</title><content type='html'>Had sports day yesterday, (fine, 2 days ago since its past midnight).  After 5 periods of school, a half hour of boring talk in the hall, and a ping-pong session (or table tennis).. just that the table is sometimes excluded... due to the fact that hardly any of us can play properly and have absolutely no respect for the absent net =P. After some ping-ponging, we walked to the sports stadium.  Went through the supposedly dry field to find a mini-mud-swamp-like-patch in the middle, so we squelched through that =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the stadium, got a seat, got bored to death, read some slightly pornographic mags... shall skip the boring parts *fast forwards*.  Went to Ching's house for dinner =P.  For more info... just go visit her blog at http://adalmin.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, we went there for dinner (why am I repeating myself? maybe coz its late...) in which loads of innuendos are made, and Ching;s mom is a GREAT cook. The fried rice was WONDERFUL.  Ching also made several jokes about the "mom, I'm pregnant" speeches... the last one she made ended up with me and sam rolling on the floor in laughter coz ching described her 'baby' like a dog "it'll come up to you and cuddle you when you're sad -pauses-.... it sounds like I'm describing a DOG! -laughter-"  Basically, had lots of fun, and it ended with me and sammy making extremely vague plans to have a major sleepover =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, my intention of going to ching's hse in the first place was that since it was raining cats and dogs, the food junction at Lot 1 would most likely be extra crowded, and that its EXPENSIVE to eat out.  So, going to ching's house would save me the trouble of going to queue up and grab a seat and all the crap, and it'll save me at least $7, and it'll also save me from being damned lonely, and waiting for the food! However, by the time I finished eating, it was like 7:45pm. (we got to her house at 7:15 or about there.... it was really raining like hell, the buses were packed and we were forced to walk in the rain back to ching's hse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I phoned Ruyi's mom (my tution teacher), coz if I went to tution, i'd reach there about 8:15, with the 2 and a half hour tution, I'd finish at about 11pm? which is a tad bit late for me.  So I phoned her, and asked her what she would advice... should I still go or skip?  She gave me this lecture on organising my time (and its suddenly MY fault that it was raining, the buses was packed and that my friends and I walk slowly when walking in POURING rain with HEAVY bags?! its not like I can say "hey god! stop the rain please, I have tution tonight' or smt can I?!) and said that I better skip.  I phoned mom to tell her that I'm skipping.. and I get the same lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *sigh*  What's it with older people and their beliefs that teenagers deliberately skip their tutions/whatever coz they are evil people and they can't organise their time and crap?  HELLO PEOPLE! is it MY fault that it was raining?! Anyways, mom was like "get home NOW", so obviously, that got me pissed.  if she had said "pam, please go home now, it'll make me feel better" or smt similiar, I'd get my ass home ASAP, but since she shouted at me, I got pissed, and stayed an extra hour at Ching's hse.  If I'm getting blamed for something that;s not my fault, I'll at least make sure that its justified, I'll make it my fault.  Its THEIR doing that made me rebellious, that's how I am, people should KNOW to just TALK to me rather than to order me about.  I'm a very nice person (according to myself =P).  If people talk to me, I'd respond in a nice way, and most probably help/do w/e they want me to if its reasonable, but if I got ordered/shouted at, that's a big nono.  Stress is making my temper short nowadays, added with a bastardly dad, best not to make pam MAAAAAAAD.  Anyways, was really pissed at mom yesterday, first she keeps suspecting that I have a BF (which i don't, hell, even the crush is gone!), and everytime I go home late is me spending time with my supposed "Boyfriend" and doing things "I should not do" (WTF am I 'supposed' to be not doing?!).  *sigh* Parents are paranoid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talked to mom today, assured her that I have NO Boyfriends, and that all friends I have, male or female, are purely friends.  I didn't dare approach the thing about tution (do I even NEED tution anymore?)... and since she's in a good mood atm (smt about the restrauant she works in getting a best restrauant award or smt) so I'm not about to spoil that.  I'll talk to my tution teacher about it first perhaps, I was lagging last year mainly coz of band, now that I quit band, do I even need tution? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111427761278786901?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111427761278786901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111427761278786901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111427761278786901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111427761278786901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/04/sports-day-d.html' title='Sports day =D.'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111363980729590839</id><published>2005-04-16T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:23:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewsRadio 93.8</title><content type='html'>*yawns* am sooo tired atm.  Slept real damned late last night.  Yesterday was a great great day =).  Basically, after school (and that wierd 'how to relax' assembly talk), Samantha and I went to the library for a while.  Chit chat about the radio thing with the rest and with the teacher.  After that, we made arrangements with Malvin and Tofu for some ice-skating fun =P.  So yeah, I went home, showered and changed, and went with tofu to the ice-skating thing. Took a taxi there coz we though that we were gonna be late =P.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met malvin there a while later, Samantha was running late.  by 4:30, we were all in the ice-skating rink and skating (great fun =D).  However, when we decided to all hold hands and skate, Sam fell.  She got this minor scratch/bruise on her right hip (i think). However, us being us, decided to go at it again, and as it was getting hot, we took off our jackets.  This time, Tofu and I fell and did the superman/woman pose on the ice.... on our stomach.  NEVER EVER wear HIPSTERS to ice-skating.  Tofu came away with light scratches on his hip and elbow.  I think out of the three of us that lost our balance, I was the one who sustained the most painful and gross-looking injuries =P.  I managed to get a graze on my left elbow, a minor scratch on my left side of the hip, and a really ugly cut+bruise on my right hip.  OUCH!.  Looks real ugly *shudders*. BUT, we were back on the ice after washing the wounds =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the Ice-skating, and dinner at LJS, Sam and I got on the MRT, and found out that we were running really late.  Phoned Edwin, and he told us to take the taxi and that he'll pay us back =D.  So, we did =P.  Got there earlier than Edwin and those who were with Edwin...  Swapped IC/student Pass for the security pass, went into the studio and waited =P.  Edwin explained things to us like if there's a call-in, we'll have to share the headphones coz they're not putting it through a speaker, and that we should speak closer to the mic, and when Paul is giving the news, we have to be reeeally quiet =P.  I was really nervous when 9pm came round, my hand was visably shaking.  (who won't be nervous at their first time on LIVE NATIONAL RADIO?!).  However, by the 2nd segment, I got relaxed and things got real fun. However, there's some parts I thought I majorly screwed up.  Like when I said about UNDERSTANDING stuff in school instead of just memorising stuff, this guy called Jamie called in and directed a question at ME!  Something like he understood his school subjects but his results aren't good.  My first reaction would be to say "if your results sucks, you don't understand it'... but I stopped myself coz that won't be a nice thing to say on live radio and I'd be a hypocrite... (coz I somewhat understand math, but my math results sucks!).  So I went round in circles (-.-").  Said that in a subject, there are different topics, and stated how I'm good at geometry, but totally suck at algebric equations (which is partially true)... But i neglected to do the most simple thing,.. to drive my point accross, the point being that you may be good at a certain topic, but bad at another. And if an exam features mainly those topics you're bad at, the results for the subject will not be good, however much you understand certain (not-so-featured) topics.  *hits head*.  Nevermind, its over, I'll learn from this and drive my point home next time.  Perhaps me going round in Circles is also because I was panicky at being singled out by this caller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All, it was great fun, and if given the choice, I'd do it all over again =D.  Dad said that I sounded good on Radio (but he could be bias, me being his daughter and such).  and that I could give up my dreams of being a doctor and just get into the radio/TV business (I was contemplating that actually, seeing how I like being in the spotlight...).  I told him I'll think about it =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about sums up what happened yesterday.  Can't wait for the tape to be given to us so that I can hear how I sounded like (hope I did ok... and that screw-up wasn't so bad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111363980729590839?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111363980729590839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111363980729590839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111363980729590839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111363980729590839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/04/newsradio-938.html' title='NewsRadio 93.8'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111298184353551501</id><published>2005-04-09T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:37:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got picked for the radio... o.0</title><content type='html'>please excuse me, I need to get this off my chest.  Feel free to read past this bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!  I GOT PICKED?! WTF!?! I'M ~NOT!~ SUPPOSED TO BE PICKED! WTF AM I TO DO?! OMFG! I DUNNO IF I SHOULD BE HONORED OR TO KILL MYSELF FOR THIS!!! *FAINTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* much better.. Anyways, the full story.  Apparently, 2 days ago, (since its like saturday now) Ms. Jasmine Chan called my name out after assembly, as well as a few others.  Initially, I thought I did something wrong, like not hand up my Social Studies for the whole year *looks innocent* or something of that sort.  However, Ms. Jasmine told us that this guy (Edwin Tham) approached her to look for some teenagers he could use for his radio show on teenagers and their parents and whatnots.  Ms. Jasmine decided to pick about 10-ish of us because she wanted that guy to choose who he wanted to have on his show.  I told Ching about it, and we went to see Ms. Jasmine after school, and she agreed to let ching come along.  Samantha decided to tag along as well, since both Ching and I were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, after some interesting questions, Samantha and I got picked.  We're to go on air, LIVE, next friday, LIVE as in what's said CANNOT be UNSAID!.  am soooo freaked out by it atm.  As friends should know, things between dad and I kinda suck atm.  So, I'm kinda at this problematic junction.  Do i tell the truth and 'wake up' those dads (like mine) out there, although I'll be plainly speaking reeealllly bad about my dad, or do I lie and pretend I'm from a real happy family?  I'll have to talk to mom about this... maybe if my dad DOES tune in, he'll WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.  No choice, hopefully, sam and I won't screw up too badly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto more depressing news... I SCREWED UP ON MY ~ENGLISH~ ORALS! and its for the bloody PRELIMS!  sh!t!.  I stumbled upon words coz I was sooo scared.  I said the wrong things (like saying night market in MALAY!) and I'm sooo gonna DIE.  I got a strict teacher and yeah, am feeling really freaked atm.  *sigh*  Also, did my 2.4km run today. Ashamed to say that I did walk, dispite the promise I made to myself about not walking at all and running with samantha.  Apparently, this stupid insect bit me on my leg near the beginning of the run, and near the end, the pain was getting too annoying.  2.4KM run in about 16-ish mins.  Not THAT bad, at least I didn't fail *looks innocent*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, thats about all I'm really willing to say atm.  Life sucks as per usual, dad sucks more.  Too lazy to elaborate.  Friends coming over tomorrow for an EIGHT PLAYER HALO 2 DEATH-MATCH! w00t!.  though Ching's coming over earlier to do math =).  *sigh* past 1am.. high time I should be asleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111298184353551501?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111298184353551501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111298184353551501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111298184353551501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111298184353551501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/04/got-picked-for-radio-o0.html' title='got picked for the radio... o.0'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111183862156602788</id><published>2005-03-26T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:03:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>I'm dying of boredom.  there is absolutely nothing for me to do (mom got called in to work coz aunt cynthia was sick..) and there's NO WAY am I going NEAR the books.  I have seem to break my procrastination record.  I managed to procrastinate until the LAST HALF HOUR of a holiday.  Rock huh? then I went into an all out panic and stayed online till 3am =P.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. what's new? did the CIP flag day on 18th March.  Went with malvin and gladis and dennis (denise =P).  Basically sell handphone straps.  Went to bugis for a while, then chinatown, then door to door in CCK after lunch.  Gladis got scolded twice by UNREASONABLE IDIOTIC PEOPLE.  WHO CARES if you're in a bad mood, but nooo, you have to be in one of those *if I'm unhappy, the whole world must be unhappy* mood.  Gladis just approached this Indian dude, (I was next to her) and she barely said a 'good morning sir' when he launched into a full blown tirade about how we're 'robbing' him of his money and that he just got robbed, so we can;t 'rob' anything else off him.  the whole street was looking at us as though we're trying to murder this man or smt.  Absolutely scary.  The second time was when we did door to door. Apparently, Gladis knocked on this guy's door, and he ranted on about being in NKF yadda yadda yadda, his son on NKF yadda yadda yadda, NKF didn't give them enough money yadda yadda yadda, he appreciates that we're doing out part for the society but he's not up to giving yadda yadda yadda.  That's a waste of breath if you ask me.  Just say 'no thankyou' and move on.  Its not as if we're going to rob people anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? flag day done, procrastination done.... now onto school and freaky things that happens in schools in Singapore (which isn't much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Matthew Lim still being the idiot, comparing schools and such.  Jeeze, if you love your old school so much, GO BACK! Mdm. Quek had to leave school early a few days back coz she had an appointment with the docs.  Overheard her telling seri that doctors suspect cancer *wails* Mdm. Quek can't have cancer! SHE'S TOO NICE! she needs to see us past our O levels... seriously, we love her too much for her to get cancer. *prays that mdm. quek is nice and healthy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things between Malvin and I are back to the just friends level.  perhaps its better to keep it this way =).  Still have the usual crushy feelings though, like my day brightens considerably when he phones or smt. Or that I blush at the mention of him, but I'm hoping that they'll fade.  Will not be one of those obsessive gals that swoons over their crush to the point of stalking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, which reminds me.  On thursday, when Malvin and I were walking out of the school together after a councillors investiture rehersal (which left Malvin depressed due to obvious reasons), we passed by a group of gals (of which I firmly believe to be part of the none existant -yet- Malvin Fan Club), and when we're walking away, one of them called me a baaad word (in hokkien) coz they mistakenly thought that I was Malvin's girlfriend.  Malvin got real pissed, and I had to try to calm him down on the walk to the MRT station (-.-").  Stupid gals, stupid and DESPERATE!  they're the ones STALKING Malvin to the point of scariness... oh well, at least Malvin's feeling better, maybe after we graduate, he won't get depressed over the council anymore.  Its not like its his fault that he didn't win, but sh!t happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else.. hhmmm... cept for the fact that dennis is being EXTREMELY SCARY by saying that he was 'gushing' (Mr. Ng told us a story about how his female friend told him that she was 'flooding' and he didn't have a clue what she meant... he's from an all boys school, she then said with gusto 'I'm GUSHING!') and it just so happened that there was some celery stained red in the bio lab's bin.... and sam and I were like *erm... we ran out of tampons, but you can use the celery!* :P.  Ok, so we're sick minded people.  can't help it, too much influence from Ching and malvin, the innnuendo FM =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... that's about it... need to plan an outing for tomorrow for the family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111183862156602788?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111183862156602788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111183862156602788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111183862156602788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111183862156602788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/03/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-111098032117272067</id><published>2005-03-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:38:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>woah... haven't blogged in EONS.  What happened since January?  Schoolwork Schoolwork and even more schoolwork! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, nothing much happened.  There's the usual Chinese New year stuff. Had a celebration, we made an ass of ourselves on stage with a VERY wierd dance using borrowed fans from Modern Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New year in itself was fun.  I got a chance to wear my new year clothes which was really nice and all, rounds of partying and teasing. yadda yadda yadda.  Same thing every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh yeah, onto my 'crush'.  After much poking and prodding by one of my best friends, ching, I told him.  Fun eh?  Actually, tofu started it.  Anyways, yeah, my 'crush' knows I like him.  (I told him on thursday night) the day after (friday, last day of school) pass by in a BLUR.  Mainly coz I was ssoooo sick. Anyways, there was the conversation that was particularly memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the guy asked me if I liked any guy while I was in Scotland.  Scott/Colin?callum.  And, I answered yes, Callum and I weren't exactly an item, but we liked each other.  Next thing I knew, He called me fickle.  now THAT hurts.  basically after I left, both Callum and I reached an understanding that long-distance won;t work out (we actually talked it out like MATURE teenagers).  Callum now have a GF and I'm happy for him.. but its like, am I fickle just coz I USED TO like somebody I last saw in April 2003? and that now I like somebody else? Don't think so, Two years is a helluva long time, I know people who could have had 20 different BFs in that time.  *sigh*.  If he wants to think I'm fickle, that's fine by me.  Kinda tells me what kinda guy he is doesn't it? when he doesn't bother to check out facts before accusing somebody.  He also told me that this crush would pass in time.  That, I have no doubt about.  it WILL pass in time, it WILL get less painful, but NOW, it hurts.  The rejection, I could deal with. The accusation, I could deal with.  Both together, now THAT's testing the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from depressing topic, we now enter procrastinating Paradise.  I've this HUGE pile of homework I'm YET to get STARTED on.  WHY do teachers have to give us so much fcuking homework? evil teachers.  All homework deserve to burn in hell.  I think I'll get started on it tomorrow.. Can't really concentrate with all the conflicting emotion nowadays. I'd wake up in the morning, wondering what the fcuk I'd do, and in the end rot in front of the comp and just doing nothing, or chat all day.  Don't feel like doing homework. Don't have the courage to call/sms *him* (nevermind that prior to last thursday, we'd call/sms each other nearly every night... the loss of a friendship kinda hurts more than the loss of a potential relationship).  and hell if I was gonna clean up the house.  Maybe i should go swimming tomorrow to exercise off the fats I've been eating this week, and to clear my mind to get started on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Parents going off to China on Friday.  Won't be back till Wednesday, so I'm left in charge with the household and such.  grandparents will be hanging round as usual.  but pammy will have to clean/look after bro/do crap. but at least it'll be fun during the day =P. and I don't have to worry about the 'rents wandering in on one of those moody nights when I'm crying myself to sleep.  maybe I *am* waaay too stressed out.  With looking after Nick's studies, my studies, craptacular emotions and even more crap from dad.  I need a longer holiday off to some unknown island where its nice and isolated for me to de-stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-111098032117272067?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/111098032117272067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=111098032117272067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111098032117272067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/111098032117272067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff.html' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110708940153469529</id><published>2005-01-30T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:50:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch..</title><content type='html'>*owwie*.  My wisdom tooth is really KILLING me.  Can't even eat properly and my right side of my mouth FEELS as though its swollen (though it really isn't).  Made an appointment with the dentist tomorrow to find out what's wrong.  Wisdom tooth are evil.  Don't know why humans have those useless things in the first place, nor why all 4 of mine decide to start growing within 3 months of each other.  The other 3 are ok, just this LAST one that's giving me hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*, the worst case is extraction, with will really gimme hell, but I heard you get MC for at least 5 days =P.  While I'll have to catch up on work in school, its better coz I get to wake up later, do things in my own time, and not have to deal with stupid people like MC to disrupt the class and waste my time.  Also can skip band.  Band's being a jerk lately, it always have been, but really, 3 consecutive days of marching?!  I know I'm fit, but this is like, mass murder, or band comp training starting all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what's new?  Well, I've just started to procrastinate more which just sucks.  MUST have will power to NOT procrastinate.  O levels this year, MUST get good results, get to GOOD JC, and then say goodbye to the stress of Singapore while I go elsewhere to study for university.  Singapore is like, WAY too stressful for a gal like me.  So yeah, have to work hard this year.  Real hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHmmmm... my life's been boring this week, kinda crappy really.  And my hormones are showing no signs of subsiding, so yeah, this 'crush' better go away soon. 2 or so years is a long time to have a crush (an on and off one). For some reason, I'm suffering from severe headaches.  Sometimes its just ok, other times, its like somebody's drilling a hole in my brain.  I suspect its from stress.  Considering that I sleep at 11:30am EARLIEST, and wake up at 5:45 daily, its no surprise that headaches comes often.  Worst thing is that band won't accept headache as an excuse to skip band, but to hell with band.  I prefer to skip one day band to get home and rest, rather than to go to band and faint right there.  Band can go and stuff its head up its @$$ coz too bad for them, I'm not that dedicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110708940153469529?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110708940153469529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110708940153469529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110708940153469529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110708940153469529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch..'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110649396588038195</id><published>2005-01-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:26:05.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding...</title><content type='html'>OMFG!  I am just oh so PISSED OFF atm.  my mother just accused me (indirectly) of throwing myself at any guy who comes along.  Jeeze, I have WAY more honor and dignity than THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Malvin came over yesterday.  After studying in the library, we decided to play on the Xbox, so since my bro was watching TV, I asked him to scoot over so we can play the Xbox.  Anyways, Malvin sat down first, fine.  Then since my bro still haven;t scoot over, I placed my left leg on the sofa, and sat on it while my right leg was still on the floor, then I pushed my bro away.  Anyways, its a perfectly innocent thing to do, to sit on your leg and push your brother off a bit.  MUM saw it differently.  Apparently, she said that she saw me half-sitting on Malvin;s lap.  That's just wrong.  REALLY WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i THINK happened was that since my leg was blocked from view by malvin and my bro, and since I appeared to be sitting on the sofa, yet my body was raised then what I would be at if i was sitting down normally (coz of my leg), it APPEARS to have looked as though I was sitting on Malvin's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I *tried* to explain to her, but she won't listen, said I should know how to 'conduct myself properly around guys'... said that she saw it with her own eyes.  Her eyes need a check...  Jeeze, I'm not a scarlet woman, or a hooker.  I do NOT throw myself at any tom, dick or harry that comes along.  I have WAY more dignity than that.  Its like, mum's so suspicious of me lately.  She keeps thinking that I have a BF without her knowing.  Jeeze, I'll have a BF when I'm ready for one, which is not anytime soon.  WHY does she have to think that way?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT ready emotionally and mentally for a BF, it'll just distract me (which was why I was thinking that I'm in love with being in love... logic vrs emotions)... If crushes are this bad, boyfriends would be worst.  I will NOT just go and have sex with anybody I see.  I will NOT get pregnant coz I won't have sex in the first place.  Why can't she see that?  Just coz she was pregnant BEFORE she got married doesn't mean that I would follow in her footsteps.  I KNOW she wants to 'protect' me, I know she means well, but why can't she see things from my Point of View.  I'm kinda hurt that she questions my behaviour actually.  Its not like I've done anything for her to be suspicious of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.  Also mum and dad are arguing again.  Something about dad asking for smt... (which would also explain why mum was so fast to fly off the handle about the me sitting on malvin's lap thingy, but still...).  Why can't the both of them stop fighting??  its sooo annoying.  Also, just coz she got into this marriage (which was ssoooo wrong for her) coz she got pregnant with me, doesn't mean I'll make the same dumb mistakes.  For heaven's sakes, I know about the STDs there are out there, which means that I know not to have sex till I'm married (and my partner is clean).  I know not to get myself in the same mess as those gals you hear about.  Who got drunk/lost in a fit of passion and decided to give sex a whirl and get knocked up.  I have WAY more sense than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.  I hope mum will be able to understand and trust me one day.  She's suspicious of why I'm home so late everyday (late as in 6-7pm), apparently, she doesn't believe that school can be so taxing that I might have to stay back at school to use the library, or that band have more practises nowadays due to the 5 day week thing the government thought up. or that I have tution from 7.30 till 10pm every friday (mum was the one who wanted me to go to tution anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.. Perhaps one day, mum will see that I am NOT having a Boyfriend without her knowing, and that I really REALLY will not be so idiotic so as to go and throw myself at anybody who comes along.  but for now, I have to live with the new restrictions and mum's even-more watchful eye on me... *sigh*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110649396588038195?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110649396588038195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110649396588038195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110649396588038195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110649396588038195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding...'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110640562503262360</id><published>2005-01-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:53:45.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ and More.</title><content type='html'>Okie... what happened since I last b*tched about the Mr. I-got-my-mic-stuck-to-my-bottom-lip....  Hmm.  Well, there was the Sectional BBQ.  real fun =D.  Was kinda late to Joan's house coz I kinda overslept (the alarm ran outta batt).  We went to the supermarket coz we realised that we didn't have anough food (-.-").  Bought chicken, some sauce I can't spell. and some mixed herbs.  I had to phone mum coz I didn't know how to marinate the chicken -looks innocent- ... So went back to joan's house... and just borrowed her kitchen to make the chicken =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BBQ was great. Anna, Mingna and Jasmine came.  So did older ex members.  Most of the current trombonist came, and erm... 2 sec1's =D.  had real great fun, and there was this part to celebrate all the january babies...  great reunion as well =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHmmm... I'm still all melty over that guy.  *sigh*.  I. Hate. Hormones.  Bloody pesky things.  Arrgh!  How the fcuk can I concentrate on my studies if my thought go back to him at least once every hour?!?!  I. MUST. SNAP. OUT. OF. THIS!!!  No way can I go on like this.  I'll just keep my mouth shut, and wait for this to go away.  I'm probably like Orsino from 12th night or smt like that.  In love with the idea of being in love.  Not that I'd know, but its like, I like him alot, but when i think about what will happen if he knows about it, and returns the feelings, well, probably nothing will come out of it.  Coz we're both too chicken and scared and just ugh!  well, if things go my way, this feeling will GO AWAY, he'll never know, and I'll just go on my merry way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*... Damn feelings.  Bloody timing.  fricking heart.  This has been going on and off for like 1.5 years.  WHY can't it stop now?  damn my emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110640562503262360?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110640562503262360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110640562503262360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110640562503262360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110640562503262360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/bbq-and-more.html' title='BBQ and More.'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110614559964395524</id><published>2005-01-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:48:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiot teachers...</title><content type='html'>My chemistry Teacher SUCKS.  He's joan's form teacher as well, but yeah.. he SUCKS.  He contradicts himself every other sentense he says, he's the ONLY teacher in school that rejected the small, hands-free mic for teachers who are not loud enough (how loud do you have to be in a class of 41?  My bio teacher only uses it in the lab where its 2 times the size of classroom)... and guess what?  He brings in his own speaker (kinda like an amp where you plug a guitar into...) and instead of a guitar, its a MICROPHONE!  (-.-").  He uses a microphone in a classroom.  When most of the female teachers can just speak as per normal and everybody can hear.  Hell, Even Michelle's class, who is directly below mine, can actually hear him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's not all, he's a SNOB and a EGOISTIC IDIOT.  He was transferred to this school early this year or late last year.  Can't remember.  Anyways, a typical Chem. lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Matthew Lim: *MY old school, the PSLE cut off score was 240, we even had 220 people in.  YOUR school, the cut off was 246 and that's the lowest ever.  However, MY chemistry students scored A1's and I don't see why you guys do so badly*.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 mins later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*class, you MUST draw the dot and cross diagram so that the outermost shell OVERLAP.  Take a look at your textbook for heaven's sake.  This is the O level textbook.  See their diagrams? they overlap. Yes, I am aware your last year's teacher told you to overlap as well, so OVERLAP and put the shared electrons in the space where they overlap.  Its the way to do it. We're using this O level book for a reason!  Everything in it is the standard*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*draws diagram on whiteboard. Its a Ethanoic Acid, with 2 carbons sharing electrons* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pam notices that there are three elements (carbon, hydrogen and oxygen), and that all of the bondings is a dot and a cross, even with the two carbon atoms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pam asks Mr. Matthew Lim WHY the two carbons are dot and cross, when the textbook clearly shows that electrons of the SAME elements are either both dots or both crosses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Matthew Lim: *Pamela, You MUST trust me.  You don't HAVE to follow whatever the book says, I'm your teacher.  Oh? Your last year teacher told you to draw the same for the same elements? Well, its not like you can SEE electrons anyways isn't it?  Its also not as if the electrons are REALLY dots or Crosses.  I know the book says it is, but listen and trust me, I know what I'm doing.  My students all scored A1's.  Its just electrons, you will not get penalised*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF happened to the listen to the textbook? All hail the O level textbook??  Damn, he changed his tune FAST... if that's not all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. matthew Lim: *Class, you must have the will to score A1.  If you don't, there's only so much I can do.  You MUST WANT to score an A1.  If not, then however much I tried, you'll never get an A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... what the hell happened to the "All my students scored A1' crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr. Matthew Lim, It is NOT popular to tuck your pants up to your armpits, nor is it popular to have a mic stuck to your bottom lip.  If it IS stuck, I'd suggest surgery.  It is also not fashionable to wear gigantic glasses and teach so loud that the class below can take chemistry notes during their math lesson.  Also, boasting about your old school isn't good.  Our school have a high standard.  I'd hate to say it but most of our Normal stream students qualify for an express stream in other schools, and our normal stream are the best in the country.  AND, our Express Students could easily qualify for special stream and the special for gifted in other schools.  We just don't flaunt our reputation.  The school teaches us to be humble.  You're a teacher in BPGHS now, so stop saying *my school* and *your school* coz as far as I'm concerned, they're both the same.  Oh, By the way, don't insult 4M1, ever.  We can plan up good revenges.  We're the class most teachers likes most, the one who's lively without being too disturbing. The one who does their work yet have fun?  Also the one who is in the top 3 most influential classes in school.  So dont mess with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn, that felt good... Now to get a piece of potassium to slip into his pocket one day...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a better note.  School is revising the 'don't keep books in school' thingy, so I might not have to break my back after all! *does a happy dance*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I'm not facing the typical teenage problem.  Hormones.  There's this guy... yahuh.  Kinda like him, but he's a friend. =S.  So yeah, not too sure what to do now.. My friends keep saying Carpe Diam (sp?).  Something like Seize the day.  So I'm not too sure.  If I tell him, I'd risk losing our friendship.  If not, I'll just live in agony for the rest of the year =P.  Damn, why do the most unexpected things happen is the worst year ever?  This is the O levels year, WHY can't hormones at least wait until the O's are over before making me act and think like a love-sick girl.  MUST ride this out and think carefully.  To my hormone-induced panic atm, it seems like the wrong move = end of the world, though logic is berating me atm.  *sigh*.  I'll definately have to take this day by day.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110614559964395524?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110614559964395524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110614559964395524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110614559964395524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110614559964395524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/idiot-teachers.html' title='idiot teachers...'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110571801836122507</id><published>2005-01-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:53:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>Woah... its FRIDAY! at Bliming long last!  This damned week was ssoooo s--l--o--w.  Didn't think I'd survive till friday at the rate I was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today = damned tiring.  No doubt about that.  Woke up at 4am just to try to do history and math hwk, and I found out that I can't do both.  Went to school earlier and crash with the 102 for a chat and just general b*itching.  After school, went to Ching's house for a nice game of Xbox where I got my @$$ royally kicked by tofu and ching, in Halo 2.  I'm a newb!  Be gentle on me! =P.  then I ran 3km with ching.  Granted, it was a slow pace, taking 18 or so mins to complete, but DAMN, I've been slacking on my fitness.  All holiday I sit in front of the comp and eat my way though.  I feel so good about myself afterwards tho =) *beams*.  Anyways, after that, had tution until 10:30.  Got home at 11:05pm.  and DAMN, am I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Genesis Monarch is a bloody idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: School is a bloody Idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is trying to do a mass murder by making all students break their backs *nods*.  Its a fool proof plan.  They Disallow students from keeping books under their desks (teachers, there's a space under the desk for a reason.. its called KEEPING BOOKS AND FILES!) and they force us to bring all books home.  Their reason?  The books might get stolen, and if the books are at school, we won't revise.  Well, just a small fact.  I do NOT revise 8 subjects a day.  I'm not that much of a geek thankyou very much.  In fact, I hardly have time to do ANY revision.  With the Sec1's, Band and homework, I'd be lucky to fit in a 2 houred revision...  and who in their right minds would wanna steal textbooks? Storybooks, that's ok.  TEXTBOOKS?!?!  in a SCHOOL? who in their right mind would do that?!?!  Personally I wanna BURN all of mine the moment my Os are over =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if they're so picky about us revising and we having to break our backs as we heave the averagely 10kg (weight varies, but somehow, is never below 7kg) bag back home, then why do we have 120 lockers in school?  There's about 1200 students and 120 lockers.  Lockers, we have to PAY for it.  Now, that's unfair.  Only 10% of the school pop. get lockers? the other 90%?  you DIE!!  *insert evil laughter here*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, its pissing me off bad.  I have to travel 45 mins to reach home, and sometimes, there's NO SEATS on the train, and I have to carry the goddamned bag.  In the morning, I have to half crawl half walk up the STAIRS to the FOURTH DAMNED STORY with the GODDAMNED HEAVY BAG!  WHY the HELL would I wanna REVISE Math when I have math every damned day this week?!?!  Math homework are done before math lesson is over (for me anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned idiotic teachers, and they keep saying we're too sheltered, we're too whiney, we're too spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if being spoilt means I keep my spine in the nice position its in now, i'd gladly do that.  Is it too much to ask for to put like 4-5 books under the tables?? and files which we don't need to revise from?  Subject like history, we have worksheets, what's the point of bringing home the book?  I had A.Math everyday this week.  There's no math homework until the last day of school week.  So why the FCUK can't I keep the damned book under the table??  why the hell do I wanna revise math when I have it everyday?  HOW can I even revise 8 subjects a day?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid teachers.  If anything happens to my spine, or any part of me due to the bags, I'm gonna SUE like hell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.. *runs off to bed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110571801836122507?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110571801836122507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110571801836122507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110571801836122507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110571801836122507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110545115329814218</id><published>2005-01-11T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:45:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up =P</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... Orientation over.  Real good fun.  102, you ROCK =D.  Now I'm spending my life doing semi-all-nighters trying to catch up on homework and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die of stress one day, I just know it.  Which is why I wanna go overseas to study.  Tofu just dashed away my hopes, but hey, I won't know if I don't try right? =P.  I can just hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Orientation over on saturday, Monday (yesterday) was just a boring day at school, had 4 periods chinese so I spent 2 hours slacking about.  *must stop slacking!*.  Today was kinda ok.  Went downstairs to chat with the sec1's. then did some councillors stuff, band pissed me off again, and some other boring normal stuff.  I need something interesting to spice up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Apparently, band doesn't understand that I could not mark time the usual 90 degrees coz:&lt;br /&gt;a) I have no shorts under my skirt and I don't wanna flash&lt;br /&gt;b) My muscle ache coz my crazy PT teacher made us run 1.6KM on the FIRST PT lesson of the year (see? pam?  Procrastinating about exercise during holidays = BAD)&lt;br /&gt;c) I sprained my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These reasons would give me enough excuse to skip band altogether, but I attended anyways (i'm stupid).  and I get punished for it.  Hell, they won't even listen to my excuses.  Next time, as soon as I get a sniff, I'm skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's CCA orientation, I'm supposed to drag some poor clueless sec 1 souls into the band.  Maybe they'll fare better than I =P.  *sigh*... At least this week is better than the last, but there's still a few more days till the weekend... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110545115329814218?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110545115329814218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110545115329814218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110545115329814218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110545115329814218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/catch-up-p.html' title='catch up =P'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110494075305940482</id><published>2005-01-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:59:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Third day of school and I'm already stressed outta my mind.  Councillors have to take care of the Sec1's, the newbies to the school =P.  Have to be in School by 6:45am every morning for briefing (-.-"). Tiring, but needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got class 102, and the first day... I felt like I was chatting to a brick wall from the response I got from them.  But now, after the 3rd day and the games and the bonding, they ROCK!.  Esp, those hyper gals.  Hazel, Janice, Weiling and such.  I dunno why, but I do care for them a lot.  I think I was the most active councillor in their class (theres 4 to a class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm behind on my school work, *hip hip horray* on the THIRD day of school.  Damn, I;m good.  I'm missing my lessons for the orientation, and have to play catch up again.  Band is being an IDIOT, and the council is Pissing me off. I can't sleep at night and life is just peachy.  Let me lament on each of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band being an idiot.  How the F**K can I be in band if I'm helping the sec ones.  100% attendance?? In their DREAMS.  I know which is more important to me, and at this point of time, 102, the 39 students in there are more important to me than listening to sir talk and play circle of life on the trombone.  *sigh*.  I gave band my all and it let me down last year.  This year's the most important to me, with O's round the corner, so yeah, band, take a back seat.  Sack me if you wish.  I gave you my all last age, and you let me down BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the council... well, Since I joined the council as a school councillor this year, there's a bit of a grey area of whether me and my friends should be treated as a sec 3 coz we have the same training and experience as them, or as sec 4 coz we are in sec 4. But, the council have taken the easy way out.  We're neither.  We feel as if we belong in this void between sec 3 and sec 4.  and that SUCKS!  All the sec 3's are OIC (overall in charge) of the sec 1 classes for the orientation.  The AIC and IC (asst. In charge and the In Charge) are sec 4's.  The logic behind sec 3's leading sec 4;s?  Sec 3's will be taking over the council next year, so sec 4 should take a seat back.  Fine.  In this case, me and my friends in the same situation as mentioned above was treated as sec 4.  Peachy. I can handle being ordered around by a councillor younger than me.  BUT she does NOT interact with the class.  She doesn't really *care* about them.  There's me, trying to know everybody, to be their 'big sister' in school so they can turn to me for help, to get them settled into school nicely, and there's the OIC, trying to make wise cracks and glaring at me as though I was stealing the spotlight from her.  well, its not MY fault that the sec1's bully/hang around with me more, and its certainly not MY fault that she doesn't put in her heart into it.  To her, its a job, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So fine, my OIC glares at me often, The sec1's listen to me more than they do her.  Anyways, these few sec 4's, the 'big group', just call this person 'A'.  Anyways, A keeps mentioning that the sec 4's should take a step back and not steal the spotlight from the sec 3's, and she keeps glaring at me when she says that.  Fine, BUT when the OIC doesn't care about the class, and I do, its not MY fault if they listen to me more now is it?  The OICs gathered around in a circle at the hall everyday... after the Sec1 went home.  Guess what they talk about? coz I have no idea.  They just talk about stuff the other's aren't allowed to hear.  All the sec 3's are there since all sec 3 = OIC.  Some sec 4 were there, including A.  But if they were talking about orientation, then the others like AIC and IC should be involved no?  Ahhh, but they're not talking about orientation... they're talking about US.  the AIC and the IC.  Why else would they keep us out and chase us away.  and what happened to the belief that the council is 'one big family'.  I hate this spying and going behind people's back.  My way of doing stuff is that if I wanna talk about this person, and its nothing serious, I want that person there to defend him/herself.  Obviously, the council thinks otherwise.  They gather reports from the OIC, and never bother to check if the version is correct, never check the story and immediately labelled us as the 'bad guys'.  Nice council no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then there was this start right program in school for the Sec 1's.  We were supposed to have this 'dry run' of the games while the start right was going on.  The sec 4's were suppose to do the games.  Fine, so me and my friends assumed that we're involved, since we're automatically labelled as sec 4's when none of us was allowed the OIC position.  BUT, this other person (lets call her 'B') was like *you guys must stay with your class with the OIC, coz you're not involved*.  What's up with that? we're SUPPOSED to do the dry run.  But nnooo... the 'senior' councillors wanna have the fun for themselves.  So what's the deal here? Are we labelled as sec 3 or 4???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, B's a very interesting person.  Its a she.  She's very whiney, and very girly to the extent that my blood runs cold.  She CANNOT live outside her comfort zone, ever.  She only talks to 'popular' people and ignores the rest.  She and her group of friends thinks that a broken nail means the end of the world, and that they own the school and that their looks are the best in the world.  Now, she annoys me to all hells and back.  She likes to make my life as difficult as possible.  When there;s a meeting, she calls me up the night before at 7pm and asked me to be in school by 6am.  wow, I can't skip coz I have the responsibility as a councillor, but its very troublesome to arrange for an adult to be home to look after bro and cousin and such.   *sigh* oh well, maybe I should talk to the VP about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs more*.  I can't get to sleep at night.  God knows why.  I toss and turn until 3am earliest, then I'd fall into a light sleep, only to wake at 5:30am to begin my day.  This has been going on all week, and I have GIGANTIC eyebags...  *sigh*.  Maybe I can have better luck sleeping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, My 16th birthday is approaching =D (in a few minutes).  My sec1 class promised a surprise for me (probably the traditional B-day bashing) and I'll be 16.  That means I can watch NC-16 movies =D.  Also a reminder of O levels this year.  I have to do well.  I want a scholarship to go abroad (US, UK or Australia) to study.  they might have better education system and stuff.  I hope the next few days would be way better for me... coz these few days haven't been all that good =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110494075305940482?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110494075305940482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110494075305940482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110494075305940482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110494075305940482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/stressed.html' title='STRESSED!'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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-9882791.post-110457750457789605</id><published>2005-01-01T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:05:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>OKie... I got a nice brand new blog coz FOD was screwing up BIG time. There's a nice new year ahead of me, and I *really* hope that It'll be a memorable year as it'll be my last in BPGHS. O levels this year, and I'm already panicking (and I still have 10 more months to prepare.. (-.-")).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *must* to do well. I *must* to set a good example for my bro, and to show my dad that i'm NOT useless thank you very much. Jeeze, you'd think he'll be glad that I made an IMPROVEMENT in my studies, but noooo, he *have* to compare me with others, he just *have* to say in a really loud voice that I'm useless and that I won't even get into Poly! well, at LEAST give credit to my school, at LEAST 95% of us gets to JC (which is BETTER than poly) and the rest of us gets into poly, to say that I can't get into poly at the very least is like a slap in the face to both me and my school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the brand new year, new year resolution: STAY AWAKE in class, PASS the O levels with flying colours (and if I can, stop biting nails, its a bad baadd habit). I'm thinking of going abroad to study for college/university, just not too sure where. USA, UK, Australia, any of these are fine with me. I wanna experience the world while I'm still young (why am I talking as if I'm in my 30s?!?) and you gotta admit, staying in one place for your whole life is just boring. I've been to europe and Singapore (duh!) but I wanna see the world. There's still so much more to experience. Anyways, i'll need a scholarship to do that, and to get that, I need to work my butt off. That means less computer time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I'm addicted to the computer, well, not the computer as the THING, but as in what I can do on the comp. I met so many people via MSN Messenger (and hardly I met =P) and there's a few of them that really inspired me. Oh well, 2-3 hours a day on the comp, I'll survive =P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882791-110457750457789605?l=pam89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/feeds/110457750457789605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882791&amp;postID=110457750457789605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110457750457789605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882791/posts/default/110457750457789605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam89.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-blog_110457750457789605.html' title='New Blog!!!'/><author><name>Icicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351965584793317106</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>
