<?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-16823689</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:01:53.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dare to run</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16823689.post-115838132869650971</id><published>2006-09-16T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:14:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>166-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;blogging anniversary. quite corny, but i changed blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://strifving.blogspot.com"&gt;http://strifving.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115838132869650971?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115838132869650971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115838132869650971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115838132869650971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115838132869650971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/09/166-1.html' title='166-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115806733255245404</id><published>2006-09-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:22:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>165-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had our first test of the term today. emath. trigonometry and general properties of circles. another addition to my pile of (very bad) failures...in fact a huge &lt;s&gt;fraction&lt;/s&gt;(heh, pun!) proportion of failures is attributed to my nonexistent ability to do math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;aiyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;on a lighter note i got 20/25 for chemistry haha (= yay. amanda got the same mark as me, and regarding the highest mark in our class...we were all talking in the toilet next to our class and amanda was pestering her sitting partner about her marks. finally she said to her: plus 4. we all went HAHA. wow look at that. 24/25, but then sure got ppl who got full marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;for our english essay, i scored badly...quite. in my class the average is 24/30, the highest 26/30. i got below average. anyways come to think of it now its the first time we wrote essays as a class assignment, so its the first time i got to gauge the class standard, which is quite scarey. i'm abit nervous about next friday, and about taking all exams except eng and mt in the mph. the last time i took a test in the mph it was last year's history test i think. or maybe geog, i'm quite confused. anyways i was freezing to death, my fingers were cramping and i couldnt think. i ended up scoring badly for it, despite my humans subjects being the ones i relied on for As. so, bad experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but then, after all my consistent failures in math tests this year, every math paper is a bad bad experience. now there's a ridiculous stigma attached to it and i always end up feeling dumb doing any math assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. - william Faulkner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nice quote, i got it from syahidah (= however it may be irrelevant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115806733255245404?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115806733255245404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115806733255245404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115806733255245404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115806733255245404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/09/165-1.html' title='165-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115755637370209958</id><published>2006-09-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:45:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>164-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;actually. it's actually quite fun to stay at home with no reason to go back to school. completely no reason. at all. reminds me of my life before secondary school, during school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the late morning period, from around 10 to 1pm (which already isn't very morning) is the time when we would cycle around the estate like a bunch of nuts, sometimes. there's a slope nearby, whoa was it steep to shorter-than-the-current-still-not-so-tall me. but then, it's still quite steep to current-still-not-so-tall me, so it was steep. very. we liked start all the way up at the top. denn we glided down, and sometimes we pedaled to give ourselves an extra boost of speed that wasn't exactly needed. we would streak by and down like graceful birds, minus the feathers and the beak and the wings, and with two extra wheels and metal bars which were accompanied by the whizzing sound the wheels made. it was fun. damn was it fun. in case you were wondering 10 to 1 is quite an ideal time to go down a steep slope at break neck speed, right down the middle as though you owned the road, with completely no intention of breaking, because the adults would have gone off to work already right? right. it was quite true. no one died. yet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go done in roller blades, but never dared to. because breaking with blades will probably break your head, the only way you can do so is by tilting up your right foot to rest on your heel and thus wear away at the chunk of plastic there and let friction slow you down, and if you did that while going down a slope you would probably trip and break a leg. that was not a pun. so i never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, we didnt always spend the morning going down a slope or cycling round the estate. in the afternoon, when it was very hot. we stayed indoors to play computer games. haha as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening/later afternoon, we sould cycle or mooch around outside again. mainly from 4:30 to 7, the sun is nice at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh. there was once. i was p6 then. we were peeping through the hedges and the fence at the zhong hua soccer field. the ncc ppl were doing something..the leader of the group, i think, yelled at us. quite surprising, because i was a member of public, not one of his lackeys. so we continued staring. insanely enough he sent someone to confront us, but that someone looked kinda. scared and uncertained? before he said anything i said cant we just look...and we ran the hell out of there! lol. no, we were not afraid. anyways. i never did want to go to zhong hua haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and. dont ever try jumping down into a drain in blades. the ok ok kind of height isnt actually ideal when you are on wheels. dont ask me why i was blading in a drain, just keep in mind it's possible, ok. anyways i miscalculated the height and i ended up scraping my elbow and knee quite badly. but the scars have faded..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we did alot of other crazy stuff. like rolling over rambutans on our bikes and thus squishing out the fruit, and catching grasshoppers and butterflies. and we kept tagpoles which turned into very tiny frogs, which we released. the underside of tadpole bellies are translucent, you can make out their internal organs. their intestine is orange and curled into a @.&lt;br /&gt;something like that. and butterflies are actually quite disgusting, their wings are powdery too. and mosquito larvae/pupa are disgusting. and we also watched bees pollinate lalang, haha, quite wuliao. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made stuff too. i think we tried to make a kite before. it didnt fly. we made a pedal-power boat, it worked. we played badminton on the road, once again as though we owned it. we played blade hockey, whereby we went on roller blades and used broomsticks to hit a football. i got hit by a broom and the line of flesh that links my lip to my gum got sliced. it was painful. we did alot of other stuff basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. damn was it fun. now, the late afternoon sun reminds me. reminds me. we dont do such stuff anymore. maybe one day we will, again, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so. what was &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; childhood like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115755637370209958?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115755637370209958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115755637370209958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115755637370209958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115755637370209958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/09/164-1.html' title='164-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115736080586298864</id><published>2006-09-04T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:06:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>163-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my candle burns at both ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will not last the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ah my foes and oh my friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it gives a lovely light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;that was apparently the motto roald dahl lived by. talking about inspiration, biru has also caused me to want to do my onetermoldjuneholiday chinese homework and my term3 ban yue ji (5 of that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115736080586298864?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115736080586298864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115736080586298864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115736080586298864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115736080586298864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/09/163-1.html' title='163-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115711050100331049</id><published>2006-09-01T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:37:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>162-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ohhoho. its insane and retarded, but what the heck. me yanying and michelle stayed in sch from 9am to 6pm doing open house prep, basically the souves. there were the sec2s and jiani and eugenia too, but yeah they didnt stay that late lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we finished them lah, eventually. but then i was the one writing, so kinda..mm, was abit fried up after it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;macs does make you high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;like a balloon floating up up up into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;with its line cut (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;indescribable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;however we did try to, us 3 lit-taking ppl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but our efforts were come to think of it funnily retarded, because i think its impossible to actually fully put such a sight into words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets just say it was a great thing to behold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;something&lt;em&gt; so utterly, so mindnumbing-ly magnificent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that can cause an insatiable hunger, an unquechable thrist to stir up within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make you greedily drink in the sight, and yet never ever get enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until the sun finally fades and the colours wane and it slips away as a foggy memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still remain as something to smile about and marvel at, and teach you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nevermind, there are more to come in the days ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for at the end of everyday, there is a sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways. i realised that what i like is not just the clouds specifically, but the sky itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115711050100331049?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115711050100331049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115711050100331049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115711050100331049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115711050100331049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/09/162-1.html' title='162-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115686444967148930</id><published>2006-08-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:23:37.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>161-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since technology hates me this very instant. i will befriend notepad (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do you feel that songs heard on your com's mp3 player sound nicer when they are played out on air in a radio station or from a CD or even sung by a group, either in acapella or with just a guitar, as compared to playing them on the com?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i do. i find this so, all the time in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause when I'm weak, You make me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I'm blind, You shine Your light on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause I'll never get by, living on my own ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115686444967148930?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115686444967148930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115686444967148930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115686444967148930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115686444967148930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/161-1.html' title='161-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115668250565875190</id><published>2006-08-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:41:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>160-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will rain tonight. or maybe tomorrow morning. maybe. the wind says so. the clouds too...the clouds..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have never seen fire out of control before, never seen fire being violently free. but it happened tonight. i thought it was just a patch of sky, a part of that which was not covered with clouds and thus able to reveal deep dark blue underneath. but it moved. and it was darker than navy, it was black. and it stretched up and away, billowing from behind the chinese church. a whine emerged, a high pitch wail...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just bicycles, not red fire engines. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smoke has ceased to mar the sky in ink-coloured blotches, yet faint spirals still linger, lazily drifting up, towards...oh, a star. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet i believe it will rain tonight. or maybe tomorrow morning. maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115668250565875190?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115668250565875190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115668250565875190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115668250565875190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115668250565875190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/160-1.html' title='160-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115642826717826898</id><published>2006-08-25T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:42:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>159-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"and you all know (false) security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;is mortals' chiefest enemy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;- macbeth a3s5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;what do you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if all the rain drops were lemon drops and gum drops,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh what a rain it will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing outside with my mouth open wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if all the rain drops were lemon drops and gum drops,&lt;br /&gt;oh what a rain it will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if all the sun beams were bubblegum and ice cream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh what a sun it will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing outside with my mouth open wide&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if all the sun beams were bubblegum and ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;oh what a sun it will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115642826717826898?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115642826717826898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115642826717826898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115642826717826898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115642826717826898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/159-1.html' title='159-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115617021494505658</id><published>2006-08-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:26:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>158-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;naema disparue is one of the short stories we study for lit, its about the algerian war fought between the algerians and their colonial masters, the french. a war story, basically. but as mr sng said, lit students are different in the sense that we go beyond literal meanings, hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"the events described in naema disparue are now taking place in singapore. you are caught up in the midst of these events, just like the protagonist in the story. record your thoughts and feelings about what has taken place, before enemy soldiers catch up with you and haul you away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i am sick of it all. the violence and the hate and the fear and that brimey stench of blood spilt by ruthless hands. i'm not implying that those hands were just that of the french; algerian ones also played a part in killing lives, in killing innocence. if this was freedom, i'd rather be a slave and get drunk on peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my friend raj, dark-skinned, skinny and with a mind as sharp as his tongue, he too was sick of it all. he joined the resistance soon after and two days later joined the pile of mangled bodies dumped daily at the town gates, a mocking warning to all who dared poked their nose in the business of this war. keep out, the posters say, and keep your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;his mother was sad to the point of being hysterical, and as i watched that grief-stricken scene i felt funny. not because i felt deep sorrow too; nowadays i am too apathetic to care, the war has stripped me of the human ability to sympathise and empathise. it has taught me that it is possible to get numb to suffering. you can get used to anything, this is how we survive life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;no. it was because it was like a dejavu (forgive me for using that vile language), an all too familiar scene...it reminded me of the day i lost my family. one two three four five six. mother, father, sisters and brother. it was at red pavilion, we were just taking a walk. bombs suddenly went off in adjacent buildings and immediately those rifles started stuttering, people started falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i remember thinking to myself as i watched them fall, them, my family- are the soldiers mad? do they really think they are the guerillas responsible for the bombings? but the thought came and went in a flash, instinct took over and made me drop to the floor with the other corpses. that's how i survived, i played dead. but in such a time as this, what difference does it make to be alive or dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;now i close this entry. i am tired, tomorrow would yet be another trying day. perhaps i can pass the next day quietly sitting by the window, watching those bodies of gaseous water float by; given that my stomach behaves and does not growl about its emptiness, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i like to watch the clouds, they let me dream. the way they drift lazily by, maybe even to the extent of seeming enviously peaceful, not to mention the pureness of their colour and form- it calms me. so remember dear reader, if you ever chance upon a dirty child wrapped up in grimey rags sitting by the window and looking at the sky, leave him be. it is his fourteenth birhtday afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115617021494505658?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115617021494505658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115617021494505658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115617021494505658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115617021494505658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/158-1.html' title='158-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115600225632818872</id><published>2006-08-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:18:59.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>157-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;before i say anything else. i would like to give credit to the source of the "cheem" technical scientific terms used in the previous post to wikipedia. the non literal meaning of that post was 'perspective', whereby there are different ways of seeing the same kind of thing, and that they can actually be drastically different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had flagselling today. people come people go, people ignore you people dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive special cases to mention are the kids who came up to buy my stickers for ten cents, and that super taxi driver uncle who stopped his taxi after a traffic light just to donate! (= michelle is right, flagselling makes you happy sometimes haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negative special cases to mention are those parents who scold their kids for wanting to buy another ten cent sticker from me, and those super shoppers who have stayed in a particular area long enough to go through two different shifts of flagsellers and thus have been approached five or six times today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humorous special cases to note are the ones where people dig out a one dollar coin and then continue to fish around for smaller change. when they fail to find a twenty cent or smaller coin they suddenly slip the golden coin back into their pocket and say sheepishly 'sorry i dont have change.'. i guess he was desperate for an apple pie from macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;over the week we learnt from our unseen lit teacher about irony. three kinds we know-&lt;br /&gt;verbal irony; you friend remarks how early you are when you arrive one hour later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situational irony: a terrorist posts a mail bomb but because he didnt put enough stamps it is returned to him and he forgets its a bomb and opens it and is blown to bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dramatic: whereby you, the reader/audience/outsider, knows whats gonna happen but the character doesnt. i.e john exclaims how he wont mind staying by the lake forever, and its funny cos you know his wish is going to be granted later on when he is murdered and dumped by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be a sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proper righteous anger does not burn without end like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please shine down on mee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the sun doesnt burn forever, it becomes a black hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be a black hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiding behind the treee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereby every small thing carries gargantuan weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these little children are asking you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny that you rant rave like you do, it makes people wonder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please come out so we can play with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;about your claims and complains-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh mr sun, sun, mr golden sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of your deprivation of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please shine down on mee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it is funny to know that the flaws different individuals possess are actually quite similar in nature, and that they do run parallel to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unfortunately lack of awareness of this leads to people finding remedies for the flaws of others (not without critcizing first, of course) and yet remaining unable to correct their own. (which are funnily like the ones they just remedied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to buy a new pair of size-six North Stars that have a red line running along the rim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115600225632818872?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115600225632818872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115600225632818872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115600225632818872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115600225632818872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/157-1.html' title='157-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115590261263138779</id><published>2006-08-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:07:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>156-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;non liquid non gaseous non solid but no doubt with state,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a state of matter..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;flickering tongues, with form, with shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a kind of energy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the glorious Prometheus flame, given unto us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exothermic chemical reaction; the rapid oxidation of combustible material..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;dazzling kaleidoscope of autumn day and summer night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;combustion manifested in incandescent solid particles..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;glowing, flickering, a captivating sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;violent, destructive, dangerous..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;coming forth from just a spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caused and brought about by sources of intense thermal radiation..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fire, fire, burning bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;glow and dance, in the dark night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115590261263138779?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16823689.post-115574063944149601</id><published>2006-08-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:09:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>155-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my emath text book has a funny smell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;plus my handwriting seems to change radically every year, taking the example of my then sec1 handwriting and current sec3 one. maybe because of the change in pen used. anywya this was observed as i flipped through my singing session song sheet from the year 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;she has just gone to the librayr. it is now 11:01 pm according to my com clock. she said the due date is today, and as long as you return the books before midnight..i wonder what library she'll go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115574063944149601?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115574063944149601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115574063944149601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115574063944149601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115574063944149601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/155-1.html' title='155-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115564898584555756</id><published>2006-08-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:23:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>154-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today it rained very heavily...the wind was super strong at our side and the rain still splattered in despite us having shut and locked all the windows...the storm was so strong (i dont know how it exactly took place) tong! the fan hit our projector and now one of its blades is bend and the projector is kinda bashed up and has turned a considerable amount of degrees out from its normal position. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she sailed away on a lovely summer's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on a back of a crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;clapclap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you see, said she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he's as tame as tame can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i will float him down the nile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mr croc winked his eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;as the lady waved goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wearing a sunny smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at the end of the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the lady was inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the smile on the crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;clapclap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as far as can see, not a cloud in sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the whole sky is of that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a smoothened kind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stretched and even out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like knead dough rolled with a pin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet a hole poked in the dough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;allows a peep:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with red light tinged gold splashing out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it is a pleasant reminder of the pure joy that sight is meant for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wind makes people smile, aye, agreed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet who can deny the clouds, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115564898584555756?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115564898584555756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115564898584555756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115564898584555756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115564898584555756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/154-1.html' title='154-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115556814768546381</id><published>2006-08-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:09:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>153-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i realise i have very poor discipline. the stuff about footdrills cultivating it is blehh. my mind wanders after just studying for 1 1/2 hours. ok maybe that's normal but...anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;got back so many tests today. quite funny to be back in school; it seemed so far away, the day i last saw my school mates. i was only missing for 1 day, lol, and like alot of stuff happened leh. i got back bio test chem test lit test chi test. good, average which is good cos i usually fail/just pass chem, bad cos i usually get an a1, bad cos i had confidence and my low grade is due to the poor cloze passage section which i feel is always based on luck. respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;come back not only get back papers but also get 3 upcoming tests. tmr bio wed amath and ss. i am scared of amath. and abit for bio. maybe ss too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;was tired throughout the day. my eyes hurt all the way and i felt like i was coming down with smth. lost my voice haha. and ppl say i look darker. i cant tell the difference frankly. oh today came home kinda early, reached home at 3+4 cos i ate lunch with biru after school. been a long long long long long long long time since i was so free. oh well. wed will be such a day again. maybe lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;had set text lit today. usually set text lit lessons are like philosophy lessons, well, kinda, to me. talking abt morality and guilt and ambition (haha the killing weiling part was kinda funny, hahaha) and blah blah. applicable themes to real life, despite it being used in some oldy book like macbeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115556814768546381?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115556814768546381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115556814768546381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115556814768546381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115556814768546381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/153-1.html' title='153-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115546162194782583</id><published>2006-08-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:33:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>152-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;mm. back from camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;firstly, it was very nice and slack slack slack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;despite it being a camp for ugs (guides scouts girls/boys brigade ncc npcc ncdcc youth flying club)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;National Civil Defence Cadet Corps i think. 7 companies, Alpha Bravo Charlie Delta Echo Foxtrot. all 3 cedar guides were in Foxtrot, and in a company there are 6 platoons, so biru and i were in Foxtrot company platoon 4 while syafiqah was in Foxtrot company platoon 3. i love my platoon (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;secondly, the campsite was Pasir laba camp, it being a NEW army campsite it was cool (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it is super duper uber big and there are two major parade squares there, Chevron(sp?) square and Leaders square. leaders square is HUGE. we had our campfire there (= our bunk rooms were like large classrooms and it only housed 10 ppl, super nice and spacious. new bedsheets and pillow case and thick thick mattress, with our own metal cupboard and wardrobe thingy. very shuang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;thridly unfortuantely the activities were super nice and exciting but super disappointing also : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;aero-model flying (what they tried to do for sch ndp, its quite uh. lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;archery (F company never get to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;basic first aid (basic cpr and arm sling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;cutter pulling (never get to do, it is rowing the pirate-landing-kind-of-boat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;dragon boat (never get to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;field cooking (never get to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;indoor challenges (bunch of games like street soccer frisbee and simple obs course, the kind pri sch ppl can play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;kayaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;moutain biking (lol like some cycling thing u can do at pulau ubin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;paintball shooting (cheat feelings, we just got to shoot 10 gobstopper like ink pellets in a gallery like booth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;rappeling (i.e abseiling, F company never got to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;rock climbing (i nvr do during oac, but got the chance this time. so much for oac being my once in a lifetime chance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;scuba diving (it was cancelled, no one got to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;snorkelling (same as scuba diving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;survival village (they taught us basic tactics of surviving in a jungle when lost, and i realised eel heads wriggle even after being chopped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;quite lousy huh. yeah, cos the admin was LOUSY. super duper lousy. but then, there are like 1+ 2 thousand campers and the campsite is huge. however still no excuse. the camp turned out to be a big flop kinda. we were always delayed and always waiting for smth, and we can wait for up to 2 hrs, so retarded. super disorganised, if we runned guides like the way they ran the camp. woah. we sure thrash sampai mati (= or smth like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;fourthly, the camp was still quite enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the delaying and waiting caused us to miss out on a huge number of activites but it also enabled all 24 of my platoon to interact with one another. the 1st day the enthu-ness sucked. like crap. guys were there, and some obnoxious pigs would call out and shout crap at the faciliators in charge of us, who were the gb ppl. (they could get away cos its a super slack camp) i kinda felt we were quite dao mei to be in such a lan coy _- my platoon ppl were also super un-enthu and such, so annoying. however as the days went by we went high and we were super pro during campfire and such (x and the obnoxious guys kinda shut up on the late half of the 2nd day or the 3rd day. we kinda warmed up super late, but it doesnt matter huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;fifthly, thx for the sms and stuff (= we got CHEERS TO TEACH YOU (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sixly, i will miss my bunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;cos it rocks and so do the toilets and the block of bunks; basically the entire campsite rocks. not the acts though, rmb that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sevenly i forgot smth very impt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;one act stood out the most and was the BEST best best best best i agree with biru!! it was 'IMT' till now i havent guessed what it stands for, but its the act whereby we handled m16 rifles. real ones but then again. no real bullet duh. we just stuffed in empty catridges and cock the weapon blah blah. but then we got to go into one army training stimulation room whereby u use the 'rifles' there to shoot super small stuff on the screen. it was fun and very interesting. now biru is nuts.._- haha ok so maybe now u think the camp was kinda loser. well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever, whatever, what what whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;do u think i really care, i dont, i dont. do u really think i care, i dont give a damn. i dont give a damn, i dont give a damn. do u really think i care, i dont give a damn. (this song is sung to the tune of the doo dah song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;eighthly, how was wed fri and sat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ninthly. i miss camp. and all the weird platoon mates, right biru (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tenthly, i wish to say to syafiqah and biru: BRAA-DUH AND PRAYING MANTIS hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;lastly. i miss camp =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115546162194782583?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115546162194782583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115546162194782583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115546162194782583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115546162194782583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/152-1.html' title='152-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115512937443324182</id><published>2006-08-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:24:20.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>151-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ytd went to watch lakehouse with biru fathiyah charis (= ahahah. but not before wasting alot of time in school then taking a detour to biru's house cos she left her wallet at home. she has a FAT dwarf hamster called purple. haha and a small small small "pond" thingy. with super sensitive guppies. light source ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today went tuition, denn went michelle's house to do CI project. christabel lauren and an an cldnt make it, so it was just me michelle and jannah...with sharon, michelle's 8 year old sister! ahh she has nice eyes. and gillion! yeaa this is how u spell him (unisex). anyways woah our web page rocks (= thanks to michelle, duh. i will bring gillion on monday ahah. he. is. a. LION! lionlionlionlionlion. a horny one. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;happy national day (x i realised that as the years go by my enthusiasm regarding the parade wanes. i only watch the opening part now..i went to bathe in the middle of it, ahah. so yeah. but as an addition: i now cringe whenever i see a flag being desecrated _-. i wince when i see it flopped forlornly on the ground, or see it folded over, or carelessly hang awry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;going off for natl. camp tmr (x fri missing sch, will only be back on sunday. aiyah so much hmwrk =/ but ohohoh be jeaalousss (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gd luck for tmr and for friday and for saturday. (= &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorry i cant be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115512937443324182?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115512937443324182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115512937443324182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115512937443324182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115512937443324182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/151-1.html' title='151-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115504845003471110</id><published>2006-08-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:47:30.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>150-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jadikan dua barisan kekanan lurus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 1 -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 3 4 up up -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hormat senjata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;one check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;one check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115504845003471110?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115504845003471110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115504845003471110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115504845003471110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115504845003471110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/150-1.html' title='150-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115495376550087412</id><published>2006-08-07T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:31:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>149-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i have been having this on-off stomachache since the start of today..so annoying. rahh _-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;first thing first. i am quite sad over my emath test marks (the one i took last week). i guess i'm like destined to be a flunkey in both emath and amath. not that i failed it lah. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baa baa hei yang ni you mei you mao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;shi de shi de san zhi bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sry. i forgot liao. nvm. heres another:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yi shan yi shan liang &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt;ng jing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n tian dou shi xiao xin xin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gua zai tian kong fa guang ming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hao xiang xu duo xiao yan jing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yi shan &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;i shan liang jing jing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;man tian d&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; shi xiao xin xin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115495376550087412?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115495376550087412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115495376550087412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115495376550087412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115495376550087412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/149-1.html' title='149-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115469997317096324</id><published>2006-08-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:12:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>148-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had a bio pract test. we handled onion...2 sections, one section was to separate 2 large rings of onion from a slice and put them in separate solutions, note the change. the other was to observe with a hand lens and draw out half an onion, calculate magnification of it. whatever it is. christabel kept her half and called it ony (the 'on' of onion.). hahaha. when we were heading to the lab, i was wondering what the home econs ppl were doing. end up it was the stuffy lab that was responsible for the warm onion-y smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;there resides at least one nice fat lizard in our lounge. i've seen fatter ones, but that one was bigger than average yet not that huge. somewhere near the window/shelves area~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;going kayaking (= dragonboat would be interesting, but i saw the badminton ppl come back from a session of it in june and they seemed to have done it without a boat. i.e they were entirely soaked. plus anyway dragonboating is not very special, arent u sick of following the timing given out by a boom boom drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we have been going all out to avoid doing the mass dance. now, we are left with just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115469997317096324?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16823689.post-115461794065796221</id><published>2006-08-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:15:17.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>147-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today stayed back in sch with fathiyah still 7.15pm. we were waiting for the last bell to go. the np ppl thought we were siao, ahah. it does have sentimental value what (= anyways it didnt ring. so we sadly left, oh well. another day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. 3 sec1s copy what we usually do- they lay on the courtyard floor. i think they saw us do the crazy stuff last friday, not that they are our juniors or smth. disgusting pigs, cc _- ahah. getting angry over such a trivial thing (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes my life revolved around last bells, courtyards and sky gazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and pulverised northstars (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115461794065796221?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115461794065796221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115461794065796221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115461794065796221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115461794065796221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/147-1.html' title='147-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115452756493704383</id><published>2006-08-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:06:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>146-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;actually as a matter of fact. natl camp is a big thing. our President is coming. haha, President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;P= potassium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;not. p is phosphorus (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways. apparently he is visiting the campsite on the dont know what day. at dont know what time. we are staying in an army campsite blah blah (= and we're sleeping in dorms that are supposedly new. the guider compared the mattresses to the camp christine ones, saying how thick they are, but i havent slept on a cc mattress before. but i think thicker than labrador would be fine haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tmr we have full dress. ahahah. 2 reserves only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, i wish our hat was a beret instead. it'll be more glam. but then it wont match our uniform. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we ended up looking like people with funny stingray headgear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;now we will look like cowboys. or cowgirls. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115452756493704383?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115452756493704383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115452756493704383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115452756493704383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115452756493704383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/08/146-1.html' title='146-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115434776906385125</id><published>2006-07-31T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:09:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>145-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(: we love ss/geog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore our homeland&lt;br /&gt;It’s here that we belong&lt;br /&gt;All of us united&lt;br /&gt;One people marching on&lt;br /&gt;We’ve come so far together&lt;br /&gt;Our common destiny&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, forever&lt;br /&gt;A nation strong and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda at its best(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FUTURE IS IN OUR HANDS~~~&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is a poor-poor child(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 010101010101&lt;br /&gt;weiling likes to ramble her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She has a lot of pennies!&lt;br /&gt;And cents!&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, she’s now a millionaire!&lt;br /&gt;Such inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;What a success story, a role model for all entrepreneurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA IS THE EPITOME OF CRAPPINESS!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;RACHEL WILL BE MARRIED TO JOHNNY DEPP!&lt;br /&gt;The magic 8 ball said so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uh. He’s MARRIED ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dontbelievethemagic8ball. Believe me (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Who IS me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Got different kinds of me. Magge mee, mee siam, mee rebus, Minnie mouse (abit random, cough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat myself: PAMELA IS THE EPITOME OF CRAPPINESS!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yay. Famousss~ where did I hear this from&gt; A. Famosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’r rhat some place in Malaysia? 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It IS?! Hahhaa funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Our smartclass video was made in India, and ms chng didn’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;I think she boycotts prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s edusmart&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;STILL, IT’S PRATA! Prata house! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have u seen uma eat her lunch packed from home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It looks yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No it is NOT. I keep telling her It looks kinda..uh sick. Not being racist lah. But then the sauce thing takes on the shape of its pudding cup, so don’t blame me. The dhall is lumpy too. Ahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Everybody should just eat tuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the lameness and corny-ness level was quite bad, so forgive me. that was done during ss/geog period, mrs loy brought us there for us to do grpwork that didnt really involve the internet, it was like some grp work thingy you'd do in class but just that today was special- we used coms to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;balloon balloon in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;now i see you on the chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;with a run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and a sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i shall burst you into thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;just a balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115434776906385125?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115434776906385125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115434776906385125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115434776906385125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115434776906385125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/145-1.html' title='145-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115425228428443964</id><published>2006-07-30T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:22:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>144-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;singapore, our homeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's here that we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;all of us united&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one people marching on&lt;br /&gt;we've come so far together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;our common destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;singapore forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;a nation strong and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115425228428443964?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115425228428443964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115425228428443964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115425228428443964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115425228428443964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/144-1.html' title='144-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115409216343079966</id><published>2006-07-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:09:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>143-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;no emotion can be expressed in words. i try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we went on to the march pass section today. what can i say. we were as unprepared as the 1st rehearsal. but what can i truly say? my optimism spills over. visitors from africa were there today. it was a nice new experience frankly speaking. but it didnt stop me from having that neural disorder. it drizzled abit too, during one time. it was fun to stand there; oh how valiant, what a glorious sight! contingents of true blue singaporeans standing defiant in the rain under tumulous nimbus clouds. or whatever. the sky denied us the opportunity to get wet, choosing instead to just produce meagre wet spots on our house tees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i have more to write. alot. but i cant put it down in words. i try i fail, i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115409216343079966?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115409216343079966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115409216343079966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115409216343079966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115409216343079966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/143-1.html' title='143-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115391649854463842</id><published>2006-07-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:27:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>142-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i dedicated this entire night to doing nyaa. for all those who dont know, my booklet is nice, blank, white, pristine. i promise i will get it done by tmr. except the cip section, i forgot to bring home my cip card...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh as for the physical reaction section, it states aerobics as one kind. can i put in aerobic respiration? hahah. it would definitely meet the minimum requirement of 20hours spread over 8 weeks..despite the small time frame i possess i am putting in much effort into this tiny yellow/ khahki book. if i could i would keep it, and thus treat it as a sort-of diary of the events written inside- afterall i cant be bothered to really sit down and blog and reflect in detail on the events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"the Tenacious spirit- an absolute refusal to cease keeping on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;writing in it brings crashing waves of nostalgia onto my head, like the way waves come down when you are drowning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115391649854463842?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115391649854463842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115391649854463842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115391649854463842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115391649854463842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/142-1.html' title='142-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115383657083308702</id><published>2006-07-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:09:30.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>141-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"when marking the route and the checkpoints (for hiking), make sure they are nowhere near the live-firing areas of the Singapore Armed Forces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-guides handbook pg 194.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;that sentence is hilariously funny (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115383657083308702?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115383657083308702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115383657083308702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115383657083308702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115383657083308702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/141-1.html' title='141-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115356545909306280</id><published>2006-07-22T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:50:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its the same time now as yesterday. but the sky's different from the sky over there. dont we lie under the same one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115356545909306280?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115356545909306280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115356545909306280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115356545909306280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115356545909306280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/140-1.html' title='140-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115348615313265736</id><published>2006-07-21T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:23:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>139-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello. ndp was fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i confess. i'm not sure how bad/good was it. but it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;we improved. i can promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;haha biru (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;this was my day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;lie on the gritty floor and watch the fading light&lt;br /&gt;maybe the snails would attack us..&lt;br /&gt;frolick round the courtyard space&lt;br /&gt;and make gunshot sounds with your Northstars&lt;br /&gt;a-plop plop plop your way&lt;br /&gt;to that far far away bus stop&lt;br /&gt;settle down and hear-&lt;br /&gt;your aching legs ring hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;and hear-&lt;br /&gt;the evening traffic drone.&lt;br /&gt;sit in the pale pool of street lamp light&lt;br /&gt;notice the stark blue twilight sky, how fake it seems&lt;br /&gt;and see the drooping rain tree leaves against such a hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your mind flahes and swirls&lt;br /&gt;in it a dolphin jumps about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;an onion shoots a sprout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;an elephant blows its snout&lt;br /&gt;a police controls a crowd&lt;br /&gt;andand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just tired. but that doesnt mean anything. it doesnt-&lt;br /&gt;really, truly, please believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115348615313265736?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115348615313265736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115348615313265736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115348615313265736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115348615313265736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/139-1.html' title='139-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115331003394862799</id><published>2006-07-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:59:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>138-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;this week we have 4 tests- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tues bio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;wed(today) amath and geog map reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;thurs(tmr) unseen lit (i.e poem or unseen prose i.e an unseen passage like a compre except there like only 3 cheem qn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok, i shall not continue insulting your intelligence with my i.e-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;before top, michelle gave me a goodluck bump (i.e a wack on my head haha sorry for the i.e) she could have shaken hands like some normal person but noooo, she haaad to hit me! kinda lightly, haha, but abit shocking. cos...usually ppl who attack me physically without a good reason can find themself in a paralytic state after repercussions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;nah thats not true (= anyways we went insane and went around tapping at ppl's heads and shouting goodluck bump! it wasnt good anyways, cos i confirm get a single digit for my amath test, but it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i have been having chinese tuition with this old lady for over a year now, started last year july. she helps alot, cos its one to one and she drills me thoroughly by making me do a few billion revision exercises...twice a week i do 3 assessments and 1 zuowen 1 gong han for hmwrk..and having done so much (i.e hahaha sorryy compre passages) i realised sometimes the odd passage can be deep. kindaa.. haha. like that 'sight' story i wrote, it was derived from a super simple compre. and there are others~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;just, just some stupid random comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tian wu jue ren zhi lu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115331003394862799?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115331003394862799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115331003394862799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115331003394862799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115331003394862799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/138-1.html' title='138-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115314379249748682</id><published>2006-07-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:43:12.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>137-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;michelle can set up a business after she graduates from cedar and sell metal waterbottles with her doodlings on them....she'll make tons of monehh from selling em and i'll make tons of monehh too cos i'll be her marketing executive! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok so. last friday i realised michelle got a new water bottle and it was a holicks metal waterbottle that was as yellow as a banana (= and on them there were grey squiggles that turned out to be doodlings in silver marker. so i requested her to draw on my sana bottle during emath and she complied. and today i got her to draw on my silver bottle in black instead and she once again agreed and and- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, having happiness in life just means a balloon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"really..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"yes, really (= "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahah that makes sense and is funny (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i came into this room to use the com and my older brother was here...he was using paint to draw a pic (that looked vaugely like michelle's balloon). i was going to comment on it haha when he turned around and started waving my silver waterbottle in front of my face and proclaiming its genius. haha, mich, you got 1 fan (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and she drew my seating partner posters for the elections too...you'll know which ones were done by her when u see them haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115314379249748682?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115314379249748682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115314379249748682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115314379249748682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115314379249748682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/137-1.html' title='137-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115305255949865749</id><published>2006-07-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:22:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>136-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the oceans rise and thunder roar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will soar with You above the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father you are King over the flood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will be still and know You're God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115305255949865749?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115305255949865749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mari kita rakyat &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ingapura&lt;br /&gt;Sama-sama menuju ba&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;agia&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ta-cita kita yang mulia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;erjaya Singapura&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;rilah kita bersatu&lt;br /&gt;Dengan semangat yang baru&lt;br /&gt;Semua k&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ta berseru&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;julah Singapura&lt;br /&gt;Majula&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; Singapura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;26th may was the day an epic blunder was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115287963459693276?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115287963459693276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115287963459693276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115287963459693276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115287963459693276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/135-1.html' title='135-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115271222148853255</id><published>2006-07-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:55:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>134-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today we had 2 practicals- chem and bio (x for chem we did the SAME titration experiment again, the one i kept blabbering about how fun it was, the one we did on monday. involved sodium hydroxide and hydrochloric acid. it wasnt as fun cos a) it was kinda rushed. on monday we used jogging mah, so more time. b) it was boring.._- same experiment againn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for bio! we...HAD FUN POKING A SHEEP'S HEART. ok we didnt poke. we cut/jabbed/squished/chopped on top of all the poking. mr clarence lim (kok siong??) told us ey dont poke lah, touch! we poked anyways. poke poke poke. celestine and lauren did the cutting, and michelle hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep we cut from the vena cava and the aorta holes downwards towards the heart's tip, denn we opened it up like a burger. we didnt put ketchup, it was red enough. the valves are disgusting flaps, completely unlike the ones we draw on paper _- but the tendons securing it are like damn strong. can use to play guitar or gu zhen(g?). tried to cut it with our scissors, failed to do so. tried to pull it till it broke, it came loose but only cos the flesh around it tore. dont worry all the above didnt have any blood gushing out, it wasnt that fresh. we found coagulated blood though...lauren said look like. nvm, sicko _-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walls of the left chambers of the heart are very very very very thick...as compared to the right side...the vessels like the vena cava and aorta are large lah, we had fun sticking our fingers through one end and coming out the other and saying hello hello&lt;insert&gt;! *wriggle finger* retarded, smelly, fun (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jannah bought the hearts, she is a compassionate person -cos she has hearts (= plus, we were singing that ndp deep in my heart song while we played around with it..haha. it is slightly bigger than my fist, maybe cos the sheep had bigger hands than me..it has fat around the edges too, kinda disgusting. lauren was plucking it out to observe its powder like form that mr lim described..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh when we wore the latex gloves, we felt like dentists. when we took them off our hands had funny smell- didnt know if it was the latex or the blood. that's why i used the half hour rubbing squished limes on my fingers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115271222148853255?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115271222148853255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115271222148853255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115271222148853255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115271222148853255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/134-1.html' title='134-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115253153954998201</id><published>2006-07-10T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:38:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>133-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha today was a good day (= cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;a) i never stand in class for chem! i didnt do it duh, and i would have been caught (more like i'll just stand up on my own accord) cos cant be bothered to copy, however we had practical todayyy~ ((= spa trial, so fun (x in fact ms chng somemore say dont go jogging, stay here finish your practical. but then right after the bell for jogging rang it rained hahah yeaa it did ok, i witnessed it cos i sat next to the windown in chem lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;b) emath i did hmwrk ok! (((= no fear of being called up and questioned on the where abouts of my missing exercise book..and the nagging feeling that i have to do after school or smth. yea, doing hmwrk is good for your health (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;c) amath no hmwrk to be submitted, so there wasnt any overhead threat that mr tan may call me up and interrogate me, and maybe make me do a 3rd set of reflections. ahah yea i did 2 sets already. so once again. doing hmwrk is good for you. somemore today still no amath hmwrk yet haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;d) i was not bored at all during class today. yep, chem was practical mah! pe was handball, quite fun, but i think she made up herself. mt was nice also, frankly i rather enjoy it now. biru sits in front of me and rach tan next to me, plus mr chan very funny. kinda. he can...draw _- hahaha. eng for once was alright, cos of michelle and her *AHEM* hahaha GAY! nvm. yea and it was food for thought.. emath and amath i understood what they talking so i could follow and do questions ahead of them, so i didnt need to stone and be very bored. thats abt it? (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;thats abt it. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115253153954998201?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115253153954998201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115253153954998201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115253153954998201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115253153954998201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/133-1.html' title='133-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115245949773145705</id><published>2006-07-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:38:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>132-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;trying to do my chem which has been piling up since term 1. the very fact that i'm blogging now shows that i have failed, oh well nvm. tmr will be my 3rd time standing in class i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;when i was young i liked the smell of dollar bills, and adults always laughed, maybe they didnt take me seriously. now i am still young hahaha well younger than you! actually not exactly i am borned in term 1, anyways. now i am still young and i realised i still like the smell of dollar bills. as in seriously the smell- not cos i like money or smth haha who doesnt. that musty particular smell that always accompanies those special kind of dollar bill papers you use to print the rectangles that give you materialistic joy alongside spending power. but come to think of it, its quite a disgusting thought cos how many sweaty hands have held these dollar bills before you, and how much foreign substances exude? ee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;did that make sense. sorry, i slpt at 2.30am to 7.30 this morning, so i may be getting delirious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;plus i didnt sleep well during the 5hours...mind flashing like a dying dorado(mahi-mahi, whatever, go read life of pi) basically the main theme of my dreams for that night was: no time! haha so random but. this morning woke up and then jumped out of bed and said shit. thought i was late for smth, my mind was still buzzing notimenotime. in the end it was nothing, dreaming. cheat my feelings. haha i went to eat breakfast (= weekend got breakfast. cos got time. ahah. the irony. nvm, delirious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115245949773145705?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115245949773145705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115245949773145705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115245949773145705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115245949773145705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/132-1.html' title='132-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115233609103859129</id><published>2006-07-08T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:21:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>131-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;after i did the quizzes i forgot to blog abt the day. i went to slpt instead..._- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways u can read biru's blog for a very nice summary. her skills arent as good as jiani's (haha) but they sum up what kinda happened ytd. basically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-biru and yy escorted me to hq with the $6607 worth of cheques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-after we settled everything we left the office but stayed around at the guides store there, they wanted to see stuff mah.._-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-lucky thing we did cos in the end the lady came out to tell us one of the cheques had an error and thus rejected. smth like that handphone incident after we watched just my luck..haha. if they hadnt had the uncanny wish to stay around, the lady wouldnt have been able to return the cheque to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-went to j8 to eat. snucked into the foodcourt with illegal foodstuffs as usual. we ran into huiyen. they are coming back. on fri, maybe. and i am not thinking abt the guides session. more of...bum bum. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-we ate icecream. ahah frankly we arent that rich. i am still mature ok..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-before that we played hide and seek. it was kinda retarded, but freaky. nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-we went to tp, took 88. mainly we just walked around and were bored. i went home to slp till dinner. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115233609103859129?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115233609103859129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115233609103859129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115233609103859129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115233609103859129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/131-1.html' title='131-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115227991475387933</id><published>2006-07-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:57:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>130-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;biru made a quiz on the spot for me as we were eating ice cream today and basically it was abt something retarded. so anyways. another bunch of quizzes, ahah. quiz results are actually quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You Are Emerald Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/emerald-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you.Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show.People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate.But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/gray.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Intensity and drive&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A sensitive soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha wont it be freaky to have grey eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are 60% Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/pisces.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pisces Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;abit retarded cos i am a pisces in the first place. borned in march mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c6e2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You Have Low Self Esteem 32% of the Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Generally, you feel pretty darn great about who you are, even when you mess up or fail.Occasionally, a huge setback will make you question yourself, but you pick yourself up quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is Your Self Esteem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i dont think i have ego leh (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You Are Phish Food Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/phish-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;You've been described as gooey and fudgey. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha i like (= oops i did this quiz a million times to check its authencity and it isnt consistent. so far i have gotten 3 different results for my name 'pamela' and 2 different results for my name 'peiling'. so yeah, anyways i like that flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c6e2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/snow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i keep doing this quiz and choosing the same picture but not sure if it is always the same answer, cant rmb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115227991475387933?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115227991475387933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115227991475387933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115227991475387933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115227991475387933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/130-1.html' title='130-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115209656887413368</id><published>2006-07-05T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:49:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>129-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;everything can adapt one, really, everyone can adapt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;for example, have you been to high altitude areas like nepal, tibet, southern china? on the 1st day you may feel breathless, nauseous right. but gradually after awhile on the 2nd day, 3rd day, u'll feel better and better. this is because your body adapts to the thinner air found there. everyone can adapt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;how about penguins. they can live even in singapore. you know the bird park, when we get in new emperor penguins. they came from the artic, where it is 0 degree celsius, but here our air conditioning is just 8 degree celsius. but they can adapt, what we do is we slowly increase the temperature until they get used to it, and then they'll be perfectly fine and they'll function as per normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and about huskies. you heard of them? where do they come from, they are siberian huskies. even though they're from siberia they still can survive here. just that they have to be in an air conditioned area for 12 hrs lah. but still. they are able to adapt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;basically thats what we learnt in bio today. that wasnt the main bulk of the lesson, but i do rmb that bit cos he stressed alot on our ability to adapt. wow, so inspiring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dare-?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115209656887413368?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115209656887413368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115209656887413368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115209656887413368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115209656887413368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/129-1.html' title='129-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115201173257863982</id><published>2006-07-04T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:23:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>128-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;back to school. it was a very boring day, but mr tan didnt come so yay no amath (= plus we missed emath period ytd so thats good too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my parents know abt my position liao. ahah. ok so its my dad who knows, my mum probably is aware but doesnt know what it actually means anyways. cos ytd we were having lunch and my dad popped the random question so u are an assistant company leader and i was yea*is quite surprised* but then again i shldnt have been, cos i left it on the table in full view for dont know how long. so he asked and i explained what an acl and cl was and how the contingent was split into 2 coys of 10 patrols in total yada yada yada. but my dad knows. so. he's observant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"so what do u exactly do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"bascially i assist the cl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;says smth i cant rmb but related to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i reply smth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;he says so its good lah, a chance for you to develop your leadership skills. well smth like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115201173257863982?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115201173257863982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115201173257863982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115201173257863982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115201173257863982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/128-1.html' title='128-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115183021621128542</id><published>2006-07-02T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:24:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>127-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i watch the clouds go by&lt;br /&gt;they form and split and fly&lt;br /&gt;cracked ground&lt;br /&gt;cottan candy&lt;br /&gt;a castle in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i watch people go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;some rise up, others just cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;happiness and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;bitterness and grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;birth peak and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched them go pass, go by&lt;br /&gt;they smile they weep and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life would be easier and simpler (and better, probably) if people showed what they sincerely felt inside instead of always bottling it up.&lt;br /&gt;we all know that in theory, dont we.&lt;br /&gt;but we all dont do that, dont we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, we dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115183021621128542?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115183021621128542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115183021621128542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115183021621128542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115183021621128542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/127-1.html' title='127-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115175093711428705</id><published>2006-07-01T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:14:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>126-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont understand, and probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and either tuck in the ends or trim them to make the lashing look neat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you dont know what i'm talking about. well, i know.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115175093711428705?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115175093711428705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115175093711428705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115175093711428705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115175093711428705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/07/126-1.html' title='126-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115167360143451969</id><published>2006-06-30T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:20:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>125-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;evolution; "A gradual process in which something changes into a different and usually more complex or better form"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;- dictionary.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we were monekys. we are now mature homo sapiens. aupou? i sincerely hope so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the moon shines high in the clear blue sky and all was bright and gay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115167360143451969?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115167360143451969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115167360143451969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115167360143451969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115167360143451969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/125-1.html' title='125-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115149087354273879</id><published>2006-06-28T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:34:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>124-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;" i would like to thank my marmee, my dadee, my korkor, my jiejie, my didi, my meimei and dog.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;- quoted from ms melissa tan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;firstly, i dont think my parents will ever know. secondly, i dont have any sisters at all. 3rdly, i dont have a dog. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115149087354273879?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115149087354273879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115149087354273879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115149087354273879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115149087354273879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/124-1.html' title='124-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115142371340896823</id><published>2006-06-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:55:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;read my blog url, damnit. there's a reason why i chose it over all the other corny ones when i was deciding on the name of the blog that would see me through my sec2 end/3end years. pull yourself together and &lt;s&gt;act&lt;/s&gt; be your age, be your worth; we're all in this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115142371340896823?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115142371340896823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115142371340896823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115142371340896823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115142371340896823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/123-1.html' title='123-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115132904526905366</id><published>2006-06-26T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:37:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>122-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;so first day of school eh. haha it was..um fun. ok yeah so pe was super tiring _-. haha i was thinking abt the irony of needing to stretch the class and then end up ms poon just made us run 3 rounds for warm up before letting us play floor ball. btw i nearly died running the 3 rounds, not sure what happened to my stamina, not as if i have been sleeping and eating all day. and then nearly died jogging too, and worse thing is i led the class with that blue bib, but it wasnt as bad as the 3 rounds. hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we got new teachers who replaced ms melissa tan who taught us eng and unseen lit- mrs pei who's back to teach us unseen lit and mr lam who's here to teach us eng. so now we have a boring old pok for an eng teacher, and even though he is a very nice boring old pok, he's still a boring old pok. (no offence to melodie) next time during eng lessons i think i'll slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had fd today too, and it was ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to get amath done by fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;touch up emath by wed (which is possible, i did all 3 papers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;return slping bag by wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;guides consent forms by wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;report book by wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, everyone loves wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115132904526905366?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115132904526905366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115132904526905366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115132904526905366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115132904526905366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/122-1.html' title='122-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115120955250828753</id><published>2006-06-25T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:47:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>121-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;book review&lt;br /&gt;movie review&lt;br /&gt;lit mb play reflection&lt;br /&gt;amath 2002 section b and c&lt;br /&gt;amath 2003&lt;br /&gt;gold badge&lt;br /&gt;nyaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-i gave up on doing the accumulated ws of chem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all the hmwrk i can rmb that i nvr do yet. oh well, wth. and my emath considered "done" is all bits and pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cy was right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the end was kinda abrupt. what a rude awakening to be at home again, but what a clean, refreshing, rude awakening. i'm clean and my finger nails have finally turned back to the correct colour. i slpt for roughly 18 hrs, haha (= slpt at 4+/5 woke up at 8+ the next day and went back to slpt at 9 again. and woke up at 12 with my alarm. but every fibre of my being still hurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115120955250828753?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115120955250828753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115120955250828753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115120955250828753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115120955250828753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/121-1.html' title='121-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115087342078275684</id><published>2006-06-21T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:03:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a better lifeIn this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divided by fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've gotta believe that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a reason we're here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, there's a reason we're here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these are the moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the truth all around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our faith can be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And our hands can be bound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But open our hearts and fill up the emptiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With nothing to stop us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it not worth the risk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, is it not worth the risk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;These are the years we're give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these are the moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if hope was shattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it wouldn't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hese are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can't go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking it's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To speak our minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've gotta let out what's inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we get it right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, well can we get it right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these are the moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if hope was shattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it wouldn't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because these are the moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;our lives- by The Calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the current mood is pre OAC. i was the only siao one then, i still am the only siao one now. i also dont know why, maybe i'm siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;pung. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115087342078275684?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115087342078275684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115087342078275684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115087342078275684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115087342078275684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/120-1.html' title='120-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115077736585727783</id><published>2006-06-20T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:52:50.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>119-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;biruishere :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha in com lab now...me and michelle ponned CI IT workshop...sorry mr IT guy. we all know your hope regarding our responsibility level is completely crushed to itty bitty bits, and that the reason you give us so many breaks is for you to recharge on caffiene to prevent yourself from breaking down and crying as you see our dwindling attendance being inattentive...hmm. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;newfound talent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;newfound passion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think about all of the things that I feel I lack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling jaded, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it's not gone right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the colours have faded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115077736585727783?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115077736585727783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115077736585727783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115077736585727783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115077736585727783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/119-1.html' title='119-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115070979333124518</id><published>2006-06-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:36:33.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>118-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;san lun che, pao de kuai. shang mian zuo zhe lao tai tai. yao wu mao, gei yi kuai, ni shuo qi guai bu qi guai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yao yao yao, yao dao wai po qiao. wai po jiao wo hao bao bao. song wo tang yi bao, guo yi bao, hai you shan zu he xiang jiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;not sure if my han yu pin yin is correct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today. well, what can i say abt today. my water bottle died. it did. i dont know whether to laugh or cry..i did the former. i wonder what my parents will say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these are the moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if hope was shattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it wouldn't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause these are the moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;touch those origami wings, and soar on the feathers of imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115070979333124518?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115070979333124518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115070979333124518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115070979333124518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115070979333124518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/118-1.html' title='118-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115045689428446903</id><published>2006-06-16T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:18:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>117-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bougainvillea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping their limbs around concrete bodies&lt;br /&gt;of pathways in the sky. And those stairs&lt;br /&gt;leading up to heaven have none. A plethora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;of soft red, pink, white, pushes their way around&lt;br /&gt;amidst clinging lanky green arms and legs thatf&lt;br /&gt;lourishes and flourishes and flourishes. But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;come uncover, those seemingly tiny insignificant&lt;br /&gt;small creatures immersed in those shiny glamourous&lt;br /&gt;gitz and dashing divas, look beneath these impregnated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;perfection. For the gem of pure gold resides within&lt;br /&gt;and is the most precious and striking of all, the tiny&lt;br /&gt;yellow&lt;br /&gt;flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goh weiling, my monitress and romeo&amp;amp;juliet (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115045689428446903?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115045689428446903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115045689428446903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115045689428446903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115045689428446903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/117-1.html' title='117-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115034761895072176</id><published>2006-06-15T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:28:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>116-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;in the com lab now, uma and yirong are watching some weird chinese movie. haha anger give one. am currently hiding from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, yanying hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;just like the malaysian coin yirong just found in her shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i think my com at home is screwd. i can see my tagboard clearly here, but at home it always shows the error thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115034761895072176?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115034761895072176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115034761895072176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115034761895072176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115034761895072176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/116-1.html' title='116-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115027874713096004</id><published>2006-06-14T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:45:21.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>115-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;nco camp briefing&lt;br /&gt;11am&lt;br /&gt;sch u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i stumbled upon a way way ex cedar guide's blog, she was born in the year, 1986, meaning she's 5 years older than us. she had a whole photo album (50) of the 03 cf, and being curious i took a look. ms chong looked funny. the ex sec4s were sec2s then, the sec4s when we were sec1s were the organisers, ghetto nova. u know that cf souve that has a spider web and the words ghetto nova on it. and it once had wire curled on top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;frankly, its just like our cf. in fact they even put the dj box at the exact same place, surprise surprise! the blogger also went to our cf, she had pics of our recep, mainly that. she said "got nthing much to say about the cf.. just tt its the very last cedar guides cf, n probably the very last time im stepping into cedar. so glad tt i saw ms angelina tan tt day, and she still recognises me just tt she forgot my name." she's 21 now, and she stills types like that. and denn u read ms corrie tan's one and u go woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways, i wonder what will cedar guides/cedar be like when we're 21. haha. will they have repainted the sch to a more goofy colour, wld they have chopped down the courtyard palm trees, wld they have cancelled yet another VIEvent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115027874713096004?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115027874713096004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115027874713096004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115027874713096004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115027874713096004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/115-1.html' title='115-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-115011816575677271</id><published>2006-06-12T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:36:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>114-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had fd today. we started off in carpark, verene got a small yellow spider in her ear, it was quite, haha, funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;denn they wanted to go courtyard, haha, finee. we did, and i realised they can run when they want to. (= and ncc was there, oh well we split the courtyard. we practised belok, and we had endurance test for 10mins. we beloked more. i tried 'beloking' with the squad, and i um. cannot make it. haha, whenever i turn, i am off, away from the middle person. and when i command from the front, it echoes(echoesechoesechoesechoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...they kept looking when we were having our drills. see what see, see the panda in the tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;charis fathiyah going pltc tmr. byebye (= hahaha luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we handed in the promo form todayyy! hahahahhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, without guides we have no life (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-115011816575677271?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/115011816575677271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=115011816575677271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115011816575677271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/115011816575677271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/114-1.html' title='114-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114984286315738846</id><published>2006-06-09T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:47:43.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>113-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ytd, thurs, we went to sch to do hmwrk and speak to mdm faridah. me fathiyah biru yy, jiani charis quincy joined us when they came at 10 to do their CI. of course they didnt accomplish anything, lol. after helping the sec4s, we went to watch xmen 3 (= me biru yy charis. denn after that went to support dancers at dance explosion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ytd ytd, wed, we had footdrills. we started on belok. after that we chopped wood! for 1 1/2 hour (= denn quincy biru yy charis jiani me go ppmacs to eat lunch at 5 i think. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today,fri, we had foodrills again. we revised the basics and belok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tmr, sat, our fd session is cancelled. cos must find teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;gd bye, i'm going to slp. the headache is coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114984286315738846?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114984286315738846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114984286315738846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114984286315738846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114984286315738846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/113-1.html' title='113-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114969822199932352</id><published>2006-06-08T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:39:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>112-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i saw my neckline in the toilet. yes, its woah, obvious. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i got bored with orange, i changed it back to the best colour- green, haha (; got abit of problem with the spacing, though i space bar and leave a clear line when i write, it only comes out on the next line when i post, thats why all my posts are in chunks. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, two months. it seem quite long leh. divide that period of time into 2, and thats how long our june holidays are supposed to feel like..but then, they always seem to cheat us..maybe got daylight saving time, haha, just that we all dont know. ey wait, is dst the day being longer or the sun setting sooner? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprises. That word makes me sick..It was a surprise back then during that still-celebrated time, and it is a surpise even now. Now, that isnt a surprise. I'll be surprised when it isnt. Pleasant or not, it hints that the result was unexpected, and with context applied, it gives me a dull ache and a squirming nausea that makes me want to ram into wall. Maybe one day I will. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;btw, gd morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114969822199932352?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114969822199932352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114969822199932352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114969822199932352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114969822199932352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/112-1.html' title='112-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114951034813215338</id><published>2006-06-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:28:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>111-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;on wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;fd session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;9-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hse tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;pass the msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;can make it? hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;on sat went to sentosa for church acitivty..i realised its quite near labrador. i hit my head against the window of the bus (i sat next to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sun i went to church friend's hse for her birthday thingy thingy. we uhhh, prank-called ppl..they are quite pro, surpassing ur cheesy pizza stories (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, this is uncle muthu, i own a bird shop. ytd u came to my bird shop, to order 20 000 birds, now they're ready for collection. yes, you paid the full deposit for them, just come down to get the 20 000 birds, dont worry, uncle muthu sells very high quality birds. yes yes u DID pay the deposit of $1 ytd, in full, dont worry, uncle muthu sells very high quality birds. my bird shop is under an overhead bridge in katong, just go out of ur hse and turn left. uncle muthu sells very good birds, please come collect your 20 000 tmr at 8am ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it went smth like that..and all that was said in an indian accent. hhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had fd. long story, after that we went to j8 and killed alot of time there. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114951034813215338?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114951034813215338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>110-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1 week of holiday gone. i havent touched any hmwrk yet....heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;had fd session with sec2s frm 1 to 4 today. apparently their attendance is at its best when almost all sec3s cant make it- due to camp challenge and rosyth camp..only me and charis..haha. uhh we were quite slack with them, but it was alright..now that i know what the sec2s' standard is like, i wonder abt the sec3s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;wdv happened at 1s bench today..whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114925057743983796?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114925057743983796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114925057743983796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114925057743983796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114925057743983796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/06/110-1.html' title='110-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114915762667622180</id><published>2006-06-01T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:27:06.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>109-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it lasted 5D4N, from the 27th of may to the 31st. we had to assemble at the airport on sat at 11, and we flew at 1.30. we touched down at bangkok at 3.30, s'pore time. thailand time is GMT +7, meaning its 1 hour slower than s'pore GMT +8. we spend the entire day travelling to the province of kanchanaburi, which is located near the border thailand shares with burma. we stayed there for our 1st 2 nights in a resort thingy, and the place (not the resort) reminds me of taman negara alot ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;since kanchanaburi is situated in the countryside, the electrical system uhh. sucks. on the 2nd day the lights went out, haha. jolene was in the toilet (wince) shi hui started jumping on me and screaming. jolene screamed too. the lights kinda flickered, haha, plus the tv. it was normal after 5 mins though.. jolene came out and advised that when faced with a similar situation, one ought to cover ones face with a towel. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i also have a newfound hobby (= watching thai tv. i especially like the part where u completely dont understand what they're talking about, nice. and they're advertisements are superrrr lame haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;3rd day we went back to bangkok, to stay there for the remaining 2 nights. it was a proper hotel i guess..we went back to the airport on the 5th day at 10.15 s'pore time, we flew at 1.30? around there. touched down at 3pm..cleared customs by 3.30, reached home at 4. went out at 6.15, my mum sent me to meet charis quincy and su-ann before we went to anderson cf...we won best supporting (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114915762667622180?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114915762667622180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114915762667622180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;going thailand on a sch trip on sat, from sat to next wed aka 27th may to 31st may. its so damn close, well, when you peeps are snoring your butts off i'm on a plane to the land of smiles, worrying about terrorists attacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its funny, we usually end the day with guides, today, we started the day with guides. tmr, we'll end the day with guides too. and it'll be boring...imagine, we do nyaa on the last guides session of semester one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..ton ni a dg doom won, s'ti adnik suoivbo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='108-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114846528993904929</id><published>2006-05-24T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:10:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>107-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had chem lessons that replaced the movie time today. meaning 3 periods of it...but denn we go lab from 11.30am to end of school, so not that bad. she very nice to us, we very bad to her. as in not during lessons, we were cooperative during lessons; before that. calling me a nerd would be extremely ironic, calling me a teachers pet would be ironic AND painful, trust me on the painful part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we did titration 3. shuang, i finally got the hang of it...i got identical results all 3 times, woo! hui juan wasnt that lucky, but what the heck, who's the one who got C5 and who's the one who got A2, huh, huh?! (if u didnt know, i dont have any A2s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we also got to make ppt! cant rmb the name of the compound formed, but it was yellow and snow flakey-flakey! denn after getting the yellow ppt we warm over a bunsen burner, and pop it like DIY popcorn! denn we cool it in a beaker of water, and GOLD GLITTER FORMS. ahhhhhhhhhhh SO NICE OH MAN. we were like yay lets kp it! (after we filter it out) and ms chng was like no no its poisionous, dispose of it..denn i said awww man just abit wont die and she was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you'll get kidney failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ooook. we threw them away..haha sad. but can u imagine if we could make GREEN GLITTER OH MAN SO COOL. i was asking ms chng so is this how they make the conventional glitter u find in glitter glue and she was like whats glitter glue. apparently she doesnt know....so sad. teachers day we give her! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114846528993904929?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114846528993904929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114846528993904929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114846528993904929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114846528993904929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/107-1.html' title='107-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114830301286004571</id><published>2006-05-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:03:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>106-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had best practice day today. i wished we could have frolicked in our hse tee and trackpants abit longer...anyways. ever wondered why they call it bpd?? well. i dont know too..(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, that pretty much sums up our bpd experience today..hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;condescension; disdain for the inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;faith; the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114830301286004571?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114830301286004571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114830301286004571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114830301286004571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114830301286004571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/106-1.html' title='106-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114820940324378641</id><published>2006-05-21T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:03:23.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>105-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;they wrote abt the nyl day conference in the papers.. check 21st may 2006 the sunday times, pg 14. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114820940324378641?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114820940324378641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114820940324378641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114820940324378641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114820940324378641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/105-1.html' title='105-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114804535283028005</id><published>2006-05-19T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:01:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>104-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had x-country today..ms tan ran with us..haha. hmm in fact we ran with each other..but we kinda slacked, uhhh, alot! wasnt actually in the mood to run..heck, i suck at longd anyway, i run it twice a year only- 2.4km nafta and 3.2 x-country..and i have never skipped running a x-country before (= i gave up last year on my hostess badge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;after that went j8 to watch over the hedge (or was it edge?) with biru quincy sandra and charis...its not a bad choice- its nice (= hammy is very funny hahaha (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we discussed the concept of jumping into ixora bushes..kinda! and baking cakes _- wdv it is, i dont plan to jump into a bush on that day! yep, well, those 4 will know (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;kinda miss macbeth play..no more will i hear them practise their lines, stumble over mental blocks, the props ppl scrambling for stuff they always end up misplacing at the very moment it is needed..the costumes ppl always fretting, ppl with those black face, haha. i'll miss feeling that i own the hall, WE own the hall (= and the backstage too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leef&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kcis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tub ton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soc fo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taht.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114804535283028005?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114804535283028005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114804535283028005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114804535283028005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114804535283028005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/104-1.html' title='104-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114796090464364532</id><published>2006-05-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:04:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>103-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hmm tmr x-country..heng the tags no problem..and i realised the bookshop makes alot of money by selling safety pins, hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hurhur! the slogan writing competition..hahahahahaah! OH MAN MY GROUP LAH MY GROUP WON OK YEP YEP US OHH YEAHHH US US US US US US ok thats enough. yes, my group won the slogan writing competition..hahahah we arhhh came up with the stupid thingy. ok nvm what we wrote eh, just rmb we won (= that day hui juan must have been thinking aiyah nvm saboed by them to be grp leader also wont die, what are the chances of us winning with the *ahem ahem* slogan of ours. and then she kena called up today..hahahahahahaha (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yay gonna clean the lounge in june. i rmb there was one time i swept it (cant rmb why or when though), i found treasure- a brown, flat, still, hairy one which was lying flat on its carapace..a dead cockroach from under the shelves _- one of its antenna kena stuck/hooked onto my broom, denn i dangle dangle dangle drag drag drag it into the bin..ok that was very..disgusting. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114796090464364532?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114796090464364532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114796090464364532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114796090464364532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114796090464364532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/103-1.html' title='103-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114786454742264852</id><published>2006-05-17T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:15:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>102-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahahah MACBETH PLAY WAS A SUCCESS! yep kindaaa ((((((((((((= oh man we were so nervous..didnt go for morning assembly, haha! realised that if it wasnt for the ncc banging, we wont know the national anthem is being sung..anyways yep yep yep, it was real good! the audience laughed at the jokes (hurhur (x) and everything was smooth flowing..but the thing is..only the lower sec and some sec3 classes watched..support me and my campaighn to urge mr sng to let us act another day and thus allow the rest of the sec 3s to watch! or maybe we can use for buzz at canteen..heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hoho mr tan say our script is funny and enjoyable, and the language is the easiest to understand cos ours is modernised and 'translated' and contained "cold" jokes...haha (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had CI today..i proposed we do the environmental issue on methane released by cows' burps that cause global warming, and they thought i make up ok! till ms mtan came along and said oh i just tried to persuade the other grp to do on cow burps hahah see i speak the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha..we each got miny bobs from her cos she leaving..booo, our best teachers always leave! mine is black and flat, and his/her name is the opposite of bob, which is...bob! hahaha..the sirname is chop....bob+chop= bob chop! which rhymes with pork chop!! wheee (x bob chop chicken chop beef chop pra! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and bob shall always remain he/she, cos i do not believe rocks have any sexuality, afterall, they reproduce by BINARY FISSION! see, just smash one rock, u get so many other itty bitty bits! hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we got to see our SA results too..i passed emath, lol C6 lah..the thing was i failed amath..lol. D7. like...crap i'm gonna be KILLED by my parents..i was like oh man i failed amath?! and mr tan (who was in class then) gave me the umm duh look and laughed the uhh duh laugh. hahahaha ok yeah its quite obvious. i got A1 A1 A1 B3 B3 C5 C6 D7. like wth. but still can go JC with my L1 R5..hahaha (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm quite high now. cos of the mb play, the SA results (A1), my CI project (cow burps!) and cos i managed to get a fd badge! but quite digusted with the latter..cos i think i made SO MANY MISTAKES. i cld have failed a couple of times over today..haha. hmm not satisfactory..and i dont want it to end....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but bob chop will cheer me up! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114786454742264852?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114786454742264852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114786454742264852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114786454742264852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114786454742264852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/102-1.html' title='102-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114778717823591596</id><published>2006-05-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:52:38.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;well. tmr's the day. The Day. thE daY. THE DAY. tHe dAy. ok thats enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonono not phototaking (both class and cca); neither fd test (though its impt too) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH OUR MACBETH PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u still dont know what i'm talking about..(oh poor ignorant souls!) its OUR macbeth play which is tmr, right after morning assembly..with the entire school turning up (except for trip ppl who have their stupid bio thingy thingy). bascially we act out the play 'Macbeth' by william shakespeare...the combined lit class of 3A&amp;I act out Act 1, 3Z (the ONLY pure pure lit class) acts out Act 2 and 3, 3C (the elective lit class) acts out Act 4 and 5. and thats it. 5 acts. i wonder how long it'll last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story stars:&lt;br /&gt;Macbeth! this guy..&lt;br /&gt;Lady Macbeth! this woman who is the wife of that guy..&lt;br /&gt;Macduff! this noble lord...&lt;br /&gt;Ross! another lord...&lt;br /&gt;Angus! another lord..&lt;br /&gt;Duncan! this king..nono THE king.&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm! one of the sons of Duncan (the smarter, more competent one)&lt;br /&gt;Donalbain! one of the sons of Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Banquo! another lord..friend of macbeth..&lt;br /&gt;Fleance! banquo's son..&lt;br /&gt;Old man! this old man..(he played one; he played knick knack on my drum etcetc)&lt;br /&gt;the Porter! this poor man who has a very low alcohol tolerance level..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;did i miss anyone out? hope not..those are only the characters played out by MY class lahh (=&lt;br /&gt;anyways macbeth is about..macbeth. lol. it takes place in scotland, thats why so many ppl in my class wear checkered skirts..hha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-scotland has just finished warring with another country..macbeth and banquo are hailed great war heroes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-on the way home, 3 witches tell macbeth and banquo that they'll be blessed; the former will be king on top of being promoted, however the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;latter's descendants would be kings later on instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-the witches' predictions were correct! duncan promoted macbeth..this is when macbeth thinks abt the other greater promise the witches had for him, which was that he'd be king. he becomes overly ambitious, and falls from being a noble lord to a slimey traitor! (booo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-after successfully killing duncan and obtaining the throne, madbeth- um sry i mean maCbeth- turns mad. he becomes super paranoid, and fearful that banquo would threaten his position as king (afterall the witches said his descandants would have the throne), he gets ppl to murder banquo AND fleance, but fleance gets away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-macbeth is worried. he goes to find the 3 witches again, and demands to know more..the witches once again stress that yes, banquo's descendants would attain the throne, however no man born from a woman's womb can kill him, mighty macbeth, nor can he be overthrowned till the Burmingham Woods rise and move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there is this lord, macduff, who apparently has a higher-than-average-IQ (and no he is NOT related to macbeth). he suspects macbeth murdered the king to get the crown and also murdered banquo, so he goes to join one of Duncan's sons, Malcolm, in England, where Malcolm is hiding from macbeth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-thus when macbeth sents murderers to go to macduff's house to eliminate the threat he posed, they cldnt find him, and only managed to kill Lady Macduff and Macduff's son, who is called 'boy' in the book.._-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-anways, with the english king (Siward i think), Malcolm and Macduff return to scotland with the English army at their back, to drive the traitor out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-by now macbeth is completely SIAO. he is desperate, guilty, paranoid..NUTS. yep. plus Lady Macbeth, who had aided in the plot to kill Duncan, dies after also turning mad with guilt..pretty sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-macduff (or was it malcolm??) comes up with the bright idea of camoflage- he gets the english army to cut down branches and leaves from the trees and hold it up infront of them, so it seems the burmingham woods are moving! and this of course fulfills the witches' prophecy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-the son of Siward, the prince of england i suppose, fights with macbeth. but he is slain; afterall no man born from a woman's womb can kill macbeth, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-then here comes macduff! he kills macbeth and sticks his head on a pole! (which is pretty unglam eh..) ohhh no wonder macduff could kill macbeth..cos he was born from caesarian section! (i managed to guess this reason! woo! (= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yay the end. rah it was pretty long. but then i tried my best to condense and simplify it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ribenna(sp?) never tasted so good. esp in a wine glass! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114778717823591596?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114778717823591596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114778717823591596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114778717823591596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114778717823591596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/101-1.html' title='101-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114769662557731911</id><published>2006-05-15T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:37:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;when we were sec1s, we were kinda stupid. i guess, i mean we know much more now being 2 years older right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;now we're sec3, and i feel. we're still as stupid _-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways. i better write this down before i lose the paper i scrawled it on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell them of us and say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we gave our today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-British 2nd division memorial at Kohima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;got it from this book from the library, a book abt wwII. it was right on the front page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;rmb to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;bring passport! for thai trip ppl (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;bring your full guides uniform with beret! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;bring YOUR SAFETY PINS FOR YOUR X-COUNTRY COLOUR TAG. i will KILL YOU if u dont. and that would be murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114769662557731911?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114769662557731911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114769662557731911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114769662557731911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114769662557731911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/100-1.html' title='100-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114761881888920807</id><published>2006-05-14T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:05:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had lit rehearsal on sat afternoon. went jannah's house, and i kinda guessed right. few ppl turned up. oh well. the hours we spent there consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;eatingpizzawatchingtvlaughingtalkingcrappingtellingjokestakingpictures&lt;br /&gt;well, everything except rehearsing. haha, it was quite fun lahh (= but yeah yeah we DID rehearse ok?! like 3 full times, but some of the cast werent there so some scenes we skipped completely. lol. this lit play...reminds me of cf. kinda. (taina shrieks your life revolves around that thing thats kinda sad)- hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm where was i? oh yeah..cos someone started a countdown on the whiteboard last week...denn so many ppl are freaking out and worried. and we arent exactly ready for wed. haha but we'll make it. wish us luck, and rmb, LAUGH at the parts you're suppose to laugh, no matter how lame or cold it is, just laugh; you can always scold the silly sec3 girl from sec 3Zed after wed. oh and. stupid bio ppl from 3i and 3m wont be there?! "why??" you ask. cos they're stupid! nah kidding, no, cos they got this dna thingy thingy..so lame! helloooo, C and Z and A are bio ppl tooo, only the 3i ppl taking lit are physics takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after the 'rehearsal' i went to j8 to meet taina rachtan and manprit, cos we were eating before going to kayin's tjc choir concert at acs(b). charis came frm tuition and she ate her lunch in the taxi, which consisted of a burger frm macs i think. the taxi driver was kinda funny..he suddenly ask one of you eating cheeseburger issit? and we were like um, no, its a fish burger. denn he went on to explain how he liked cheese and could recognise the smell of it and how he ate chicken rice for dinner..hahahahahaha ok. wdv it is, yeah, fish burger got cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the concert programme booklet also reminds me of admin. haha i kpt it, even though it was photocopied! rah oh wells. the concert was alright lah, can see their passion (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you can split the 10 commandments into 2 grps: one grp which is regarding God, the other regarding other ppl around you. and its interesting to note that 'honor your father and mother'  heads the latter group..&lt;br /&gt;happy mothers' day (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114761881888920807?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114761881888920807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114761881888920807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114761881888920807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114761881888920807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/99-1.html' title='99-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114734941187473905</id><published>2006-05-11T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:10:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today post mye schedule was implemented. we had mt still, after amath (boooo). mr chan nvr come, and the hcl pupils who usually join class with P and O stay in class cos P and O got smth on. so there were us the chinese 3Zedders and some 3S express ppl. ms mtan came in with a lapbtop, haha, we ended up watching Dead Poets' Society! (but of course we didnt finish it)  hahahha shh dont tell chee kiang..if he finds out, he'll get duper high blood pressure or smth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Old time is still a-flying : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And this same flower that smiles to-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;To-morrow will be dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The higher he's a-getting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The sooner will his race be run,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And nearer he's to setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-excerpt from [To the Virgins, to make much of time] by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;R. Herrick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok so the title is abit _- thats why i just took a part of it. cos i think the poem is basically abt the poet telling the Virgins to hurry marry before too late..i think. lol. my intepretation of poems are always very warped (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anways. yep these 2 verses pretty well sum up "Carpe diem", which means seize the day! in latin. hahaha. so cool. u ppl rmb weird quotes like "&lt;br /&gt;This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls "and "oh captain my captain", lol, arent these 2 verses much more nicer? maybe cos u ppl didnt catch it; ms mtan specially wrote it out on the board for us to read more clearly and better (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gather all ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114734941187473905?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114734941187473905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114734941187473905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114734941187473905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114734941187473905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/98-1.html' title='98-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114727087150084592</id><published>2006-05-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:25:17.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>97-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;woke up at 8 today. pretty early eh, but denn, when i was briefly woken up by my annoying older brother at 6.30, i was very happy knowing that i had the luxury of sleeping in that he didnt have (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we (sh jt sandra jiani charis me) met at 12. well all of us, except *ahem hem* who lived the NEAREST BUT WAS LATE BY 12 MINS. haha. we took a pic of an advertisement! hahaha. ate lunch then watched the 1.30pm The Wild show. lol, its kinda lame. charis u wanna watch mission impossible three? dont know when..but since u watched the wild its my turn to do the favour hha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it ended at 3. we walked around killing time before charis had to leave for chem tuition. went toys r us. hahahhaa 6 15 year-olds too young to watch nc16 movies (like we care!) but also too old to play with toys such as these...had fun with the doodleboard, the kind u write on it denn u drag-clean it. i am very slow, but i am proud to say *with my current amount of knowledge on science* i managed to realise that the doodleboard worked by a magnet. hahahahaha ok yeah yeah wols. charis left, we went to century square to eat ice cream. haha. yeah thats abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i kinda figured 7+8 doesnt make 14. it makes 15. hahahaha hmm. well now u know how bad my math can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114727087150084592?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114727087150084592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114727087150084592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114727087150084592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114727087150084592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/97-1.html' title='97-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114717335580436219</id><published>2006-05-09T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:24:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>96-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;just back from fd..not that late lah, just that i waited for charis' dad's car frm 6 onwards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturated with footdrill sweat-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One grp of 14, another of 10; meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two groups of rookie footdrillers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three(5 min water breaks) amidst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four whole rounds of more-than-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five-command sets; lasting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Six 1/2 hours in total. these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven +&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eight guides were unsupervised and left alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing under afternoon sun, overcast sky, blowing wind, lightning flashes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...sore feet sore bones blistered toes sweaty palms burning skin dry lips...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we were split into grp 1 grp 2. grp 1 was the stronger grp of 14, so ms chong left us alone to take turns to command and blah. (= the freedom is nice, but she like completely dont care us at all. we marched for 3 hrs straight, from 2.30 to 5.30, going through 4/5 rounds of 14 ppl commanding one by one..woo! she only gave us 3 water breaks...while grp 2 can sit down in the shade and listen to ms chong brief them, we march 3hrs straight..rahh wdv. we still are the best! lol elitism.. but we are still not the best in fd lah. some ppl laughed at us _- wdv, see what see?! see the panda in the tree!!(credit to rach.tan) anyways. i believe in wad mr sng said! lol at the foyer took pic with anger with charis' phone. anger end up looking like lion king's offspring hahaha. and i realised i can look dao. hahaha so cool! oh man so fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its ironic that it bonded us as a group- well at least that's wad i feel. now you know why the ndp members are infatuated with footdrills. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we got back so many tests today. bio english report, unseen lit, emath. bio is..aiyah my mcq! or else i'd have gotten 20+! upon 30..blah. english..22/23 upon 30 (= lit..20/25 (x but nida got 22/25. insane. emath....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hark, all ye people! pamela has broken her pb (personal best) worst mark. i got single digit upon 40. lol. oh my. pamela wad the hell are u doing with your math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;frankly, i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114717335580436219?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114717335580436219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114717335580436219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114717335580436219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114717335580436219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/96-1.html' title='96-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114710011186191204</id><published>2006-05-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:55:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>95-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;historical moment. first time i played a msn game with a teacher! ms mtan, yep she's real nice! being young and around our age, she is  very open and friendly with us. anyways the game..minesweeper. i can imagine liying bursting out laughing _- (hint playing that game with her is like playing chopsticks with her. she always wins) anyways i won ms mtan! 26 to 17. hha. denn she went off to mark. her 17 year old bro took over. lol he was saying how much better he was than his sis. yes he's right, the margin he lost to me by was much smaller. lost by 5, i managed to win at the behind part. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;their a damn smart family. he went ri, she went rg denn rj. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;how i know he's from ri? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;he ask me whether i got go their cf. but sadly i nvr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;how he know i'm a cedar guide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;cos ms mtan told him so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;why did she tell him so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;cos he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;why did he ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;cos he saw my email add. lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its suppose to be ceput_jalan_1, cos it means march 1!! my fav date in the year. but when i change email i didnt know the command to march off yet. so i put hentak. lol. so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114710011186191204?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114710011186191204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114710011186191204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114710011186191204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114710011186191204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/95-1.html' title='95-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114683302716807163</id><published>2006-05-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:46:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>94-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;saffi on monday. not sure whether it concerns both coys, but yeah. oh and i give fatmah credit for the bit below. not that it was used in this context (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today's the day i bought another set of blouses. two that are 42. and woah its big. haha, seriously, i cant be bothered alrd. too big, too small, i rather choose the former when it comes to using it for my upper sec years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we were kicked out of school at 2. for once! funny that they booted us out so readily today, considering all the years of &lt;em&gt;scheming&lt;/em&gt; they have done to ensure we get our butts in the gate by the 2nd bell. oh well, i shldnt care. dont really have a problem with latecoming..haha. cos i live so near! anyways. it was some exodus of sorts, at the foyer. in fact it was qutie packed at 2.. me quincy charis jiani sandra went to j8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;took a long time to get a bus. and decide where to eat. and go to the foodcourt to eat our illegal stuff bought from b1. we walked around..i got another badge to add to my bag! it says 'radiate', and the radiation sign is cross like. the verse reference is kinda weird though. thought of a better one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"and so we have the prophetic word confirmed, which you do well to heed as a light that shines in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts" 2 peter 1:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven" matthew 5:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;basically this post is a boring narration of my day in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;there wasnt a guides session today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you should be sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114683302716807163?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114683302716807163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114683302716807163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114683302716807163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114683302716807163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/94-1.html' title='94-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114666418768318179</id><published>2006-05-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:49:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>93-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;trying to properly express my current feelings in words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the swirling eddy, the everpresent ebb and flow of thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;close the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;on those thousand voices talking at machinegun speed at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;guiltjoyshamepridesadnessoptimism-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;a white paste of emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...but what is good for necessary edifictation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ephesians 4:29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;colossians 3:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Romans 7:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;For the good that I will to do, I do not do; but the evil I will not to do, that I practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Romans 7:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I thank God- theough Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, with the mind I myself serve the law of God, but with the flesh the law of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Romans 7:23-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;rah. a tiger snarls when threatened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114666418768318179?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114666418768318179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114666418768318179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114666418768318179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114666418768318179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/93-1.html' title='93-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114657047074486835</id><published>2006-05-02T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:47:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>92-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha tmr got fd! wear full guides u, bring beret in case! frm 2.30pm to 5.30pm. yep. but its not our test day, just our 2nd last session..whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today had 2 free periods in a row! so cool, right after reading those 2..eng she didnt come, amath he supposed to be around after 11 am but he nvr show up..hoho (= spent some time with yirong uma syafiqah amanda su-ann (all guides except michelle..who was copying math hmwrk _-) talking abt the weird dreams we dream..hahaha quite funny (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;emath i paid attention! (= lol kinda..normally i zone out when she explains how to do a particular question, and only listen when she teaches us new stuff, but this time i kinda did listen..haha. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tuition i drop my PEN! ahhh crap oh man. it died on the spot. at least there wasnt much ink left anyways..the acsi (i think) guy was laughing at me_- he could have lend me one! i ended up doing my ting xie in pencil...haha so pri sch-ish, ting xie..haha so pri sch-ish, pencil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha stupid toe _- was telling her how much joy i would have if my mum sms-ed me telling me tuition cancelled. denn she DID sms me with "tuition cancelled :D"..toe that is...waulao _-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;lol the lit play thingy is BROUGHT FORWARD to NEXT THURSDAY. oh my. that isnt good. we just started reharsing..hoho (; we can do it! memorise ur lines, cast! we may not have been top 3 classes in oac, and we may have been the LAST class for sports day (haha, really, go check the board urself), but the best is yet to be! (so AC-ish), and its coming real soon (= mmm ahh cooperate with the director. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114657047074486835?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114657047074486835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114657047074486835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114657047074486835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114657047074486835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/05/92-1.html' title='92-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114623950747664015</id><published>2006-04-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:51:47.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>91-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;rg cf ended at 9.30 we (biru yy quincy charis sandra) took jiani's car to kovan. so fun..so cosy, 6 ppl stinky ppl squeezed tgt, talking crap all the way..hahah the sense of covalent bonding..jiani's dad damn nice, send sandra all the way home after that which is in pasir ris! and then we ate (without jiani and sandra =( ) at macs, the 5 of us. hahah savouring our dinner- large fries at 10++pm haha. denn they went mrt, me and charis took bus..came home at 11.15, not bad, considering we got a bus around 11? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its been a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;had pe. floor ball. so hot! so shuang, sports rep didnt need jog! (= got equipement with ms poon. i have always had respect for her somehow, and now my impression of my ss/geog teacher has dropped. drastically. only 3Z ppl know (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;there were lorries carrying pap and opposition ppl around potong there..so noisy! around the time of reading. lol. so funny! SDA! SDA! DONT COME PLAY WITH SDA! hahahaha support the underdogs! who will probably remain always that, sadly. when we were rushing to pp mrt after guides in the drizzle, us sec3 guides that is, the trucks came along too. the opposition one so sad, only like have the driver? lol then the speaker is on repeat, in chinese_- the pap so full! the unfurled flags, with the seats filled up, then the pap ppl at the back, standing in the rain smiling smiling waving waving. so cute! hahaha we were rushing pass, but they smile smile wave wave at us. i cldnt help it. i sneaked a smile and wave. hahaha but. i still support SDA! even though i'll prob vote for pap in the future. haha (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;footdrills. so fun (= i love the way we can actually come together again, as a batch. we had theory in 1m. denn we had commanding. oh my. i was the pioneer......my heart raced to machinegun speed, and i was trembling, cldnt stop the vibration. but i really look forward to the footdrilling, woo! hahahahah i got one fan liao lorh! hahahah she say i zai! hahahahahahahaha (= hahahahah, ME, ZAI! woahhhhh! (= hahahahahahahahaha..hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahahahahahah (= i will brush up on my commands and timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;rg cf. rarrh. i nvr liked going cfs, frankly, only like cedar's one..hhha..my mentality hasnt changed yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114623950747664015?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114623950747664015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114623950747664015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114623950747664015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114623950747664015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/91-1.html' title='91-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114613748489966833</id><published>2006-04-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:34:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we almost finished downfall today..and even though it isnt violent or wdv, and it isnt scary at all..i confess! it left me abit dazed during amath..hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we had SAFFI today..hahahahah (; saw a snail stuck on the top shoot of one of the stunted palm trees in school..it was vertically to the ground, and someone helped me take a photo..hahah i plan to caption it: when you're facing a steep road ahead, just cling on. and then me and quincy realised later on there were other snails right on the underside of some leaves. even better, can u imagine: when your world is upside down, just cling on. lol sounds like some advertisement catch phrase..but we cldnt really get a gd pic of it though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i made so many mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;whoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;whoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoopswhoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(the no. of whoops does not account for the no. of mistakes made. it is merely to convey the word 'alot')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;why does the protaginist feel the need to ask for 'pardon'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(well it went smth like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114613748489966833?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114613748489966833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114613748489966833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114613748489966833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114613748489966833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/90-1.html' title='90-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114605793790424423</id><published>2006-04-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:01:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>89-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;rah rah rah! downfall is damn nice! abt the last days of germany in wwII before the war was over..kinda sad. everyone talks abt how britain suffered and america suffered and how many allied troops died etc, but i also feel the german people suffered as much as them(duh) , maybe more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;friday is comingg, meaning got footdrills! hahah (= anyways i dont know wad to blog. got kou tou bao gao today, mr chan liked it! (((= !! yay yay yay! hahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate ss/geog. i'm good at it, and i hate it. so damn boring! i can DIE, just DIE doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;tmr got lit unseen test, and emath ta. so fun right, we average 3 tests every week- smth to brag abt to friends from other schools. but smths i read blogs and they narrate wad day got wad kind of tests. makes my head spin..tmr is the sec4 prelims paper? the only thing i have to say is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish the teachers gave us an illogical day off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but they didnt. hurray for logical teachers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha reader's digest may 2006 issue..i find this funny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;qn 23 Why is it so hard to say you're wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;because it oftens involves saying "i'm sorry", which is even harder. Throughout history people have found it easier to stop speaking to one another, punch, slander, shoot and bomb rather than apologise. Tip: next time just say "whoops" and see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and another quote from it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;there's nothing to do with life but live it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"almost anything you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;wad is your locus of control? interanl? external?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114605793790424423?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114605793790424423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114605793790424423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114605793790424423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114605793790424423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/89-1.html' title='89-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114578719054906915</id><published>2006-04-23T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:13:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>88-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so bored. cos we dont have midyears (= haha..i dont rmb noting down any hmwrk, but i do rmb puzzling over the notice on the board saying do your emath hmwrk! and i was like wad hmwrk..so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate singapore politics. bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;thx to all that tagged! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114578719054906915?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114578719054906915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114578719054906915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114578719054906915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114578719054906915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/88-1.html' title='88-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114568612974428918</id><published>2006-04-22T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:14:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>87-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, sports day (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;had fd in the morning first. yep turned out it only starts at 8.30 instead of wad they told us which was 8, and ends at 11.30 instead of 12. anyways yep she taught us theory fd first, haha, the commands. denn we fell into a squad. lol as for our standard, better than i had thought, but i'm also not as shocked as charis. haha but still not very good too. hmm. wdv it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its nice to be marching again (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;denn headed to tp with the yeoman-ners. lol they must have manners when they do yeoman. nvm. anyways we went on to interchange there to buy our lunch denn go back stadium eat. i drank finish my drink by the time we reached tp stadium, and i stuffed my lunch which was a regular bag of fries from mos burger into my bag cos i was full, plus 100m event was the 1st one. anyways. after running 100m i threw away my fries cos they were..disgusting. yep so didnt eat breakfast and lunch that day, but not that bad haha (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;well 100m i was last as i predicted. haha (= but it wasnt that bad i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;for the inter-unit 4X100m relay. i was 2nd runner (marion me syafiqah yurong). see, all coy 2 ppl. and 2 oriole ppl. and add the reserve who is yy, 3 (= i repeat, *cough cough* 3 oriole ppl (X anyways yep we ended up with an oversized 1 cent coin hanging around our necks by a strip of whitered band. haha which is pretty good. it fact its actually like coming in 2nd, cos the prefects arent a uniform group plus they always cheat, so yep redcross 1st guides 2nd yay (= i think np was 3rd haha i heard they beat nc (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;wdv it is, winning smth was a pleasant surprise. after getting the baton i cant rmb much except i was like wow the baton so light and oh ok over. lol. denn yep after getting my bearings it was already 4th runner and i rmb mentally pushing on yurong cos there was a runner right behind her so freaky. by then i had joined anabella and there we were, a nutty redcrosser and an equally insane girl guide running across the field laughing like spasts. well after that headed towards the 100m start line area, rather blurly, cos i didnt know whether coming in 3rd was a good thing and i also didnt know where else to go. but yeah the sec3 guides and syafiqah and yy were there (= haha then there was the euphoria, joy, ecstasy. alot of left-hand shaking and jumping up and down and knocking su-ann with a banana and yelling and u get the idea. haha (= (; (: (X =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yay! thank you everyone who cheered us on, who cheered me on! i really apprechiate it (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell a story *clap clap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell a story *clap clap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell the whole wide world this is bougae territory!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;bougae is spelled like that with an e, not an i, pootheads...hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114568612974428918?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114568612974428918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114568612974428918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114568612974428918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114568612974428918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/87-1.html' title='87-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114554228709078748</id><published>2006-04-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:32:25.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh today we got back geog test. we had a lit test ytd..i scored better than i expected in the geog test! (= and the lit test ytd.. "there's no art to find the mind's construction in the face; he was a gentleman on whom i built an absolute trust" ! (X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hoho tmr footdrills! and tmr 100m finals_- and inter unit race _-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fly, good Fleance, fly fly fly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the anxiety, the fear, the dread, the pressure that weighs down on me like a yoke, you have no idea how i feel. and the nagging thought about the problem with my leg. but u can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;close your eyes now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;imagine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you are the only sec3 runner for bougae in the 100m finals, so the entire house will be cheering for you. and you're running lane 8, the one closest to the spectator stand. and you're the slowest of the 8. and you wonder why you're in there in the first place, there are so much more faster people out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"cos they didnt want to take part as they knew they'll lose to the trackers pathetically, so they didnt bother. well you bothered, even though you knew you'll have your self-esteem crushed to pulp, you dared, and that's what matters" your optimistic side says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;drown it with &lt;em&gt;reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;think about the humiliation you'll experience as you cause your house to falter in their cheering as you stagger behind the finishing line, having lost well, pathetically. the bitterness of failure and disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;open your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and give thanks you aren't in that position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114554228709078748?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114554228709078748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114554228709078748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114554228709078748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114554228709078748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/86-1.html' title='86-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114536377540976945</id><published>2006-04-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:36:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>85-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my com gives off a buzzing sound sometimes..think its the fan..so it goes bezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and i slap it and it goes dong! and it shuts up..for a while. it drives me nuts _- hhah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;good friday was..good! haha easter was..sweet? well its kinda far fetched from chocolate eggs, but if u see the link between sweet chocolate eggs and a sweet easter..ok nvm. hah. well charis, u believe me now? hehheh (= hmm yep told u it rocks rite? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sports day is coming. and i'm trying to recuperate from monday's 2.4km asap. i was 12th in place, but then when u think abt how 3Z only has 30 ppl..12 is kinda pathetic..15 yearold me barely got a B. oh well. i get a gold still (= even thought its a sucky one..blah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways going back to sports day. aiyah wad a nut _- ask me why i'm in 100m finals? "why" i dont know! alamak! i was in the top 8th out of the roughly 16+ ppl of the 100m heats..i was the 8th, that is_- but denn the 7th person was 0.01s faster than me..so maybe got hope. maybe. and intercca unit relay. aiyah. dont u think we are kinda LAST MINUTE. well. if we are to get a medal..i dont want bronze. bronze is a yucky colour. but then i dont think we can get silver or gold. aiyah. dont know. maybe we should be more optimistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh oh oh! and FOOTDRILL SESSIONS WITH MS CHONG START ON SPORTS DAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA! (= (; (: (X yay! slower than last year though..i rmb that day the 10X80 heats they had their session liao..denn somemore i was the only sec2 guide in school cos the rest go pioneer first session _- oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm still drowning in hmwrk. i didnt deal with my chinese that day. *gulg gulg* time to start work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114536377540976945?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114536377540976945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114536377540976945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114536377540976945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114536377540976945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/85-1.html' title='85-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114518105105109978</id><published>2006-04-16T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:50:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>84-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i made up my mind to start doing my hmwrk on thurs night, well at least amath, but i used the whole time doing lit _- denn i slacked on friday and sat, and i made up my mind to start at 2pm all the way till dinner, 7, today. but i only beginned at 3 lol. and denn i find stuff and blah blah i really begin at 4. haha..the power of procrastination..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and now its 5.30++ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i stare at my math and i go. oh. ok. i dont understand. so. lets blog. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i also am drowning in chinese now..my ban yue ji. i read my pisces horoscope, not that i believe in such stuff..: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The stars are taking you to task. &lt;em&gt;um, ok, wdv that means.&lt;/em&gt; It's time for some serious discipline, especially in the areas of your life you've been sweeping under the rug for too long. &lt;em&gt;*gulp* banyueji&lt;/em&gt; If you fix them now, hopefully, you won't have to deal with them later &lt;em&gt;riiiight, riiight! thx that helps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its amazing how much half months there are _- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114518105105109978?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16823689.post-114509502872619778</id><published>2006-04-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:57:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>83-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i love the feeling of being in church. its cold here, the aircon's strong, yet its warm. the feeling you get amongst brethren, all committed towards a single, identical belief...let it wash over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Now therefore, you are no longer strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;having been built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the chief cornerstone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;in whom the whole building, being fitted together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;in whom you also are built together for a dwelling place of God in the Spirit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ephesians2:19-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the thrill that I feel when i get together with, God's wonderful people~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i came here at 3, yep, help fold bulletins. this reptitive action reminds me vaguely of admin..yeah. but still its better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hm will blog when i get home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114509502872619778?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114509502872619778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114509502872619778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114509502872619778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114509502872619778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/83-1.html' title='83-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114498066163698757</id><published>2006-04-14T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:11:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>82-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its good friday but my dad went qingminging early in the morning..not that there's anything wrong, just kinda funny haha. in fact my mum asked whether we wanted to go ytd night, but we were like uhh no thx, i want my sleep. yep so i snored my butt off till 9.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the clouds are beautiful here..and its the season of blooming tecoma trees! the tree next to 2h, the one i used to stare at, it just finished blooming and such. now its green =( it was blooming last wed, i rmb looking at it while carrying bags of flour to the lounge for refresh at 7pm. lol. yeah it was orange then. last wed seems so far away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the dramaturg of 3Z has finished the script liao..did it last night. but its kinda weird, needs some tweaking here and there, but i'll email it out to all 29 by today..i guess. yep (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;minus 7;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;remember what i told you quincy? haha stop at 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114498066163698757?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16823689.post-114476553421685831</id><published>2006-04-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:36:23.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>81-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;heh. sorry if i made people depress cos of my posts..what can i say, i INFLUENCE! haha not really. anyways yeah actually i wasnt &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;sad ytd and on sunday..sad but not depressed..and perhaps a small fraction was to test that style of writing..u know the soapy, oh-its-raining-everyday kind of style..wdv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! after recess the periods were emath bio and amath..we got back 3 tests consecutively lol..emath common from last thurs, i just passed lol..not bad lah, considering i found out we had another page of questions &lt;em&gt;behind &lt;/em&gt;when we had just 15mins to go..and the bio common test from 2 weeks ago..considering that it seems like half the level failed, i did pretty well. but.. anyways. amath ta from last friday. hoho just passed too! but since i left 3 log questions blank..i did really well! my sets isnt that bad afterall. (= so it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back after school today..had tuition mah! stayed with charis and jiani and quincy and sandra..the 5 of us, huddled in 3M (i would have been in 3Z had it not been that, that, michael jackson video being played_-) listening to a chinese cd..jiani doing chem notes, charis reading the lyrics of the cd (she has short attention span) quincy also doing chem notes, sandra sturggling with log..i was drowning in chinese _-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tuition hmwrk i always last min mahh..was doing a chinese compo..abt how to save electricity and water.._- i was frantically thinking weird, lame, cheesey, cliche ways to do so..and denn crudely translating them directly to chinese..the end result? a compo that neither made sense in chinese &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; english. lol. believe me, i have NOTHING against chinese. in fact i agreed with charis it had beauty in it..just that i never had a strong chinese foundatio. heck, i speak chinese only during mt periods, and i dont even speak during mt periods. so yeah..haha..but if my chinese was as good as my english, i'll take chinese lit too..serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen to those fluidforeign, yet familiar words flow around us..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heads bend down, brows creased in furious concentration..each in his own world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet that warmth..and togetherness. the feeling you get when immersed among brethren. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we made covalent bonds during these months. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;not van de waals'; convalent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for amath and chem common tests tmr..haha (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114476553421685831?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114476553421685831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114476553421685831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114476553421685831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114476553421685831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/81-1.html' title='81-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114467662955439113</id><published>2006-04-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:43:49.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;why am i even in this role..i cant write to save my life..help me..somebody..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone's listless..and we feel that gaping hole in us. we've been at this for so long that now without a cause to commit ourselves to, we are lost..sure it feels great to drift around after school, carefree and without that sometimes-strangling cord looped around us, ever tugging and reminding us of what we are to do..its also cool to be out of the school gates early enough to buy $1 ice cream from that vendor under the walls umbrella, and i esp like the part where we get to&lt;em&gt; stroll&lt;/em&gt;, not trudge, to the bus stop, and do so &lt;em&gt;under the sun&lt;/em&gt;, not a darkening sky for once. i've yet to eat lunch at home though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the ache in us is prominent, and probably even more so, seeing that we've woken up from the daze that has enshrouded us during the days immediately after cf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"can i ask michelle something stupid" she beckons towards her, an impish grin playing on her lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"MICHELLEEE! is there.......backdrop today" and its out. everything, whatever all 34 of us have in mind right then, expressed in such a simple sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"..." her cheery wave of acknowledgement..she flintches..and then they start wailing, being mad at each other. playacting~ ..so much laughter, yet so much heartache. behind those smiling crescents, something darker shifted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"-i told you that person! arrgh she pisses me off! i tell you, she's biased!" friend no.1 laughs. friend no.2 laughs harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;" ah, friend no.2! yeah u have the money for the cf meals with you? i need to pay.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"ah yes. 130, i feel rich man! pass to you during recess? maybe after school..oi, sooo, admin i/c..got admin today?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"huh.." a blank expression on friend no.2's friend's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"oh..yeahh! you bet it, there's admin todayy! make sure u be there at 2.30 pm shaRp! bring long ruler, black marker, glue, scissors, colour pencils, pen knife..outside guides lounge arh!" there. that same smile again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"will recep be there too? and souve??" thoughts in the head, never said aloud. "haha ok!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yet again that dark sad flash, flinting behind the scruntched up eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to attend a camp. right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;to escape.escape from the shadows that plague me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114467662955439113?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114467662955439113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114467662955439113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114467662955439113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114467662955439113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/80-1.html' title='80-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114458377102739842</id><published>2006-04-09T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:27:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>79-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i took hours to type this _-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"...but decided to write this down..cos one dae, when i am sec 3, and wondering whether our cf will be ok..i'll reread this post..=)"&lt;br /&gt;-29th may, whereby 27th may was the 2005 official cf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reread this..my heart leapt. at the thought of my simplicity and childlike innoncence, maybe even foolish optimism i possessed back then, which i lost somewhere along the road of Life..or is it not foolishness, but just that i have &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt;gotten something called 'hope'? ..and that my present self is no more wiser than my 14 yearold one, in fact, less so, and more miserable..i always knew Life wouldnt be easy..but i didnt know how bad it could get..and i know now. it isnt that simple and carefree and straight forward..its complicated..exactly like fishing. in fact, &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;cant even be considered bad, yet it has left me tattoed for life, isnt that so..&lt;em&gt;loser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...We grow old by deserting our ideals.&lt;br /&gt;Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust."&lt;br /&gt;-Youth by Samuel Ullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have grown? then..perhaps i have. i have grown.&lt;br /&gt;older..&lt;br /&gt;and stupider..&lt;br /&gt;but in wisdom? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be reliable&lt;br /&gt;and worthy of trust&lt;br /&gt;worthy of the responsibilites placed on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;and worthy to not disappoint...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to all who feel they need this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;how to teach someone to fish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should we even want to do something like that? cos to feed a man for a day u give him a fish, but to feed a man for a lifetime you impart the knowledge of fishing onto him..so..read on (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dont:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toss someone a rod and a line and some bait and bring him to a lake and say "there you go. here's the stuff you'll need, now just hop over to the water and fish, and i'll be over there watching you.." you cant expect someone to know how to fish instantly..you have to teach every single teeny weeny thing, right down to the way u reel in the line. the stances u take, the kind of bait u use, the techniques available; strip the rod right down to its handle and explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;you have to assume that the person u are teaching is completely daft, and that perhaps he is so daft he doesnt even know how to handle a mop properly. now if he handles a mop the way he handles a vacuum cleaner, (and i bet even when he uses a vacuum cleaner correctly the switch isnt on) then what do u think he'll do with a more complicated fishing rod? toss it in the water along with the bait??&lt;br /&gt;thus it is essential to cover everything thoroughly. it may seem easy to you i guess, but from a beginners point of view it isnt. so, dont take shortcuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do ensure you are qualified to teach fishing. make sure you have a more experienced person ascertain you before you start . and if you dont make the cut, then dont despair, learn. and if you are really hopeless, and you refuse to be transferred to the Teach Dopes How To Farm Corps, still, dont despair. learn. most importantly, remember to be patient with yourself, the way you ought to be with your students..time is required in both the process of teaching and learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114458377102739842?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114458377102739842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114458377102739842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114458377102739842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114458377102739842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/79-1.html' title='79-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114450396740834444</id><published>2006-04-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:53:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>78-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh but was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish I could say this is all over&lt;br /&gt;and that we have done&lt;br /&gt;what we have done&lt;br /&gt;and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but its just the start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we now have our social life back, but are we sure? wad is life..lol easter is coming (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114450396740834444?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114450396740834444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114450396740834444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114450396740834444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114450396740834444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/78-2.html' title='78-2'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114448067842898817</id><published>2006-04-08T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:32:48.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>78-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we prepared months for those 2 hrs. and now. its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the burden lifted? no. it just got heavier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pin the tail on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;dont pin hope on an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we,&lt;/span&gt; the girl guides, of 40th company&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strength and effort&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forging ahead&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;looking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to serve, to strive, and not to yield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ars of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardship&lt;/span&gt;, no cri&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e're st&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; might&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, and r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ady &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be trained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prepare&lt;/span&gt;d, o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r motto it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to serve, to strive, and not to yield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we, the girl guides, of 40th company&lt;br /&gt;all our strength and effort we will give&lt;br /&gt;forging ahead and never lo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok?&lt;/span&gt;ing back&lt;br /&gt;to serve, to strive, and not to yield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we see red...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114448067842898817?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114448067842898817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114448067842898817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114448067842898817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114448067842898817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/78-1.html' title='78-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114432492137529797</id><published>2006-04-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:01:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;dont feel like blogging, but i did blog twice ytd..dead tired, plan to bathe, pack bag, run through logis stuff denn go to sleep..if i caught up with all the sleep i lost over cf, i'll be in coma for awhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114432492137529797?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114432492137529797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114432492137529797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114432492137529797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114432492137529797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/77-1.html' title='77-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114424447873381155</id><published>2006-04-05T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:58:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>76-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;YOUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;by Samuel Ullman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the poem (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we spend months, bearing this burden passed down to us, plodding on through Life as our peers celebrate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we stretch ourselves to the limit, awash in fatigue and frustration.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i bother. why do you bother. why do we bother. why do they bother.&lt;br /&gt;why do we allow ourselves to go home so late, when darkness has already descended and the night sky is just like the morning's..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we feel it is worth it. and that in itself is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;worth it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"...For we can create our own glory- even if it's not what others expect--And we can hold it up ...proud.&lt;br /&gt;For ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;For everything.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone."&lt;br /&gt;- michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will we will we will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114424447873381155?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114424447873381155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114424447873381155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114424447873381155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114424447873381155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/76-1.html' title='76-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114424298380050224</id><published>2006-04-05T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:22:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today. well, today. we had heats. no, i had heats. 100m at 2pm and 4X100m at 3pm. serangoong stadium. it was more re nao then last year..heh. anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my 100m heat i was in heat 3..heng not in heat 1, all the trackers like szemin gracelyn etc etc were there..heat 3 only 3 of us turned up..hahah one of the ones who didnt turn up was..ng biru. HAHA anyways. only 3 of us. i was..1st. lol..rachtan called it my 1/2 min of fame..so she's saying i run so slow lah, requiring 30s to run 100m..thx man ='( haha but was slow lah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my 4X100m..lauren subbed, christabel subbed..well, lets just say ...anyways i ran as the last runner..got the baton quite late, but managed to overtake the person on my right..but well we're second last..at least..1 point of participation. i have yet to win any race i take part in in cedar..perhaps..the inter-cca unit race.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it ended at 4.45?? i left for cedar at 5..walked with jessica to interchange and bought my pockey lunch..haha influeneced by michelle (= reached school at 5.25 bah..denn yeah admin had sec2s helping them..collected stuff from classroom..go talk to ms nair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;her office is...cool. i like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the small cluttered kind of office cubicle that has this warm cosy feeling despite the overhead air-conditioner on full blast. happy teachers' day cards plastered all over her 'important numbers' board, with boxes filled and piled ceiling high behind her ever open door..motivational posters about change and attitude and 'brilliance' stuck on the walls, a poem about youth by some guy named samuel ullman(i'll try to find it later).. 2 computers at her desk, her handbag throwned onto yet another filled box at the back, an empty chair facing her..a small vase of those sponge flower u fold, the kind admin currently needs..her other desk, free of computers and perpendicular to them, shrewn with papers upon papers upon papers, yet all in neat stacks..i wonder how she does that..a shelve at the corner, stuffed with files with her name (smth nair..i rmb it starts with a v) elegently imprinted in ink..1 com, facing the door, screens the powerpoint slides she had been working on..the other, facing her, away from the door, wacthes the slow, jerky movement of cedarians traipsing around the school..kinda..there was the camera at the art corridor, the music room corridor, the area infront of the library (i could see bd) the camera at the econ lab corridor, the foyer, the gate..she scribbles on a paper that concerns yet more administrative stuff as she speaks on the phone..thats why i have so much time to take all this in. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;helped admin with some stuff after that. helped bd a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit. denn went to refresh. wad did i do? ended up washing bowls filled with congealed egg yolk, crusted with sugar, swirling with milk and some unidentified substance..pans that always remain oily no matter how much u soap them. a knife that was no better than the formers...those metal plates filled with the same stuff found in the bowls..hahha..i never thought, as i left sec2, that i would be in the econ room again cooking stuff, much less washing up stuff for ppl. blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;denn went back to bd to help, but they were done. so carried bags down, dump at foyer, return to econs room..went back up to lounge like some aunty with so many bags of flour..ya rachel and kaixin were the only ones at the econ room now, it was 7..biru got to hear her last bell (= left, denn saw ms lizah and mr dean yelling and waving at the class pigeon holes there..hahahaha she very funny! got the security guy to free them from the 2nd floor, lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i realised i very luo suo. i should stop narrating. mr sng said narrating is bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;left toe right toe keep up the tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;left toe right toe keep up the tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;left toe right toe oleh oleh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;left toe right toe oleh oleh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;here we go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here we go again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;same old street again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;same old street again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;walking down this avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking down this avenue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;one more day and we'll be through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;one more day and we'll be through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;wailo wailo wailo wailo wailo wah hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;wailo wailo wailo wailo wailo wah hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;one more day and we'll be through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;to cf day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114424298380050224?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114424298380050224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114424298380050224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114424298380050224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114424298380050224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/75-1.html' title='75-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114406584101242189</id><published>2006-04-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:46:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>74-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha eating grapes now..green ones! reminds me of..the markers yy got for the recep cards..garden green..hahaha so damn NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yt didnt stay back today..but she passed me my admin hmwrk..i was like WAH YOU NUT HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO FINISH THIS! NOT AS IF I CAN DRAG TILL TUES AND WED TO DO, WHEN WED IS OUR DAMN DEADLINE! and denn..i was proven wrong when i finished everything (= we worked from 3-6.15, 3hrs 15mins..(34+25=)59 pieces of paper..cut, measured right down to the o.o5cm, qc -ed (quality check)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;THANK YOU YANYING! YOU SERIOUSLY HELPED ALOT ALOT ALOT! in fact i think all the help i gave to ur recep is eclipsed by urs.. boooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;THANK YOU BIRU! YOU ALSO HELPED ALOT ALOT ALOT! jiayou jiayou jiayou! next time want to run, come find meee (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;this shows nothing is impossible..except, well, slamming a revoloving door..nice quote from jolene herself haha (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pre-campfire post 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;what i'm gonna do after campfire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. properly sweep the filthy 3zed class room..(= and get new markers from the GO too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. do the banyueji i owe him so far, that is, ALL the banyueji (cos i havent done any yet this year..and he hasnt chased..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. study for my tests from aftercf onwards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;4. go home to eat lunch FOR ONCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;5. not sleep on the cf night..hahah funny....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;6. blog it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll practise my writing..cultivate it, embrace it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;r&amp;amp;r me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114406584101242189?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114406584101242189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114406584101242189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114406584101242189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114406584101242189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/74-1.html' title='74-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114389815720260983</id><published>2006-04-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:42:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>73-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today had admin for the ENTIRE DAY! hahahahahaha very interesting..we were making programme booklets and pla cards, mass manufacturing all the bits u need to form one of each..but if i did this for invitation card, i would DIE. i hate that thing. even though its damn cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;supposed to meet yt at 8.30..left the house at 8.15 haha and was just 5 mins late! woo! anyways we started at 1s bench..we didnt know we cldnt do anything till 11..but all the more we should, when the parents are all shut up in the hall right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways left the school at 2 i think..the security guard came along on his squeaky bicycle..went to pp macs with michelle and sh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;MRS OU YANG GAVE US A LIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;she was like..going to the mrt? we were like..arhh..yeah..*look at one another* we got in..nice car. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, what were you people doing in school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;arhh..cca activities...doing campfire preparation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yes, the girl guide campfire..which raked up qutie some complaints from the parents! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(she lookes at the rear view mirror and smiles at us..she has very small eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we GROAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;are you sec1 or sec2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(are we that short??) &lt;em&gt;sec3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh ok sec3s are fine i guess...the parents of the sec1s and 2s are the ones complaining.. (&lt;/em&gt;sec 3 parents, i'm so proud of you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so how is school life currently? especially with your cca commitments..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;arhhh..manageable..yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh ok. then is there less stress, with less tests?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(what less tests????) &lt;em&gt;umm..ok lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah cos there's stress everywhere..teachers tell me they're stress, and you students also said so in the report..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;mmmm..its ok lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah well..you must tell us whether you people have trouble. so we can help you, we wont know unless you voice out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;..mmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;funny right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways ate lunch at pp macs..denn michelle and sh left at precisely 3 to buy bd paint and laquer (sp?)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we stayed on to continue with admin..stopped at 6..yt's mum suppose to fetch us at 6.30, but in the end cldnt. so we ended up mooching around and took a bus at around 6.30 ++..i reached home at 6.50..we saw (leader) gracia walking at the bus stop before mine..we were wondering didnt they leave at 5.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;felt sick after reading michelle's 31st march post..no problem with the content..just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when will i be able to write like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114389815720260983?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114389815720260983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114389815720260983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114389815720260983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114389815720260983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/04/73-1.html' title='73-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114372157929481600</id><published>2006-03-30T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:26:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>72-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so bored..decided to post more..does that answer your question, Youknowwho? not voldemort..or wdv u spell that guy's name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today it rained. no, it POURED. water from the heaves gushed down in sheets, flooding the earth, drenching the dry. people huddled, back towards the gale that swept rain into them, leaving them cold, miserable. working adults with their suits and ties and crisp blouses and office wear, hunched under their umbrellas, which proved to be a pathetic effort against the driving tempest. lightning ripped across the sky, slashing the grey nimbus clouds into two, as thunder rumbled in response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;children filled with wonder, fascinated by these cold, wet droplets that fell fell fell. one buzzed the window of the car up and down, stealing quick grabs of water. another paraded himself in his transparent red poncho, as his sister cried out delightly that the colour of her umbrella was that of her mum's. still another trampled gleefully on puddles, leaping, pouncing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we cannot always hope for sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we must learn to see the beauty of rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114372157929481600?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114372157929481600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114372157929481600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114372157929481600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114372157929481600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/03/72-2.html' title='72-2'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114372018061812688</id><published>2006-03-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:04:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>72-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;woo! had 2! free periods today..the 1st and the last..english and lit unseen..cos ms melissa tan went for interview..so shuang..did amath for the next period during english and denn moped up ying yong wen and chinese tuition hmwrk in lit unseen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hoho..our 2.4 suppose to be tmr..but postponed to april..whew. thought we would run without practising at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;helped recep tie 2 tripods (but they really suck..) and denn helped bd wash 9 paintbrushes..blah. so sad, cldnt help recep PAINT! and bd too..jiayou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;now, for today's date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;8 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;campfire, no, CAMPFIRE, is drawing close..can u feel the HEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114372018061812688?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114372018061812688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114372018061812688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114372018061812688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114372018061812688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/03/72-1.html' title='72-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114363356833060537</id><published>2006-03-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:02:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;woo, 2 tests gone! but i must admit studying for lit S.O.B and bio (nutrtion, enzymes, digestion) can not only make u SOB, but its also really really really really really FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, at least that's what i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways. yeah we had a bio and lit test today. whilst the pure geog's had their test and the rest..e.g those who take physics with history..i wonder what they did during top..no more tests this week i think..but..looked at the test timetable and there's amath test next week! oh man i am gonna HATE NEXT WEEK..equivocation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha if being able to apply means being lame enough to guess that fatty acids are acidic..denn. i'm going to love bio alot! anyways. i already love my stream alot (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;lit is not the mere studying of inflexible, dead squiggles that some people from england decided to use to represent speech on paper..its more than that, it possesses intense meaning and emotion, requiring one to infer, discern, think..to fully understand it you have to read between the lines, and i dont mean raising ur ring, middle and index finger together..if you call amath sets a kind of language, i'll call u illiterate! lit allows you to fully comprehend and appreciate the beauty of language, be it chinese or english; its like digging a well, but u dont just find water, u find oil (a whole lot more, if i may add)! in fact, the title of our chemistry book, a science subject textbook, it itself is a pun. think about it before you demean literature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;as for bio. someone (a sec3 guide i'm very sure of that, just cant remember who) said before...why learn about engineering and pulleys and mirrors and light when you dont even know how your own body functions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry, if you're offended..those werent meant to insult at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;jiani is very lucky. so many people are counting down to her birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;9 more days to CAMPFIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='71-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114345651814877871</id><published>2006-03-27T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:48:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;another week another week gone by..oh MAN! anyways. so proud of myself. managed to pia 2 sets of amath hmwrk and a zuo wen and a bio ws in 2 hrs ytd night..haha (= as for the argumentative essay that was long overdue..wasted time on it last night. ended up with me pia-ing with lauren right after school today..heng today english was time assignment compre..she nvr ask any questions abt the overdue essays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today i had another of those bad headaches. the real name is 'migraine', but i like to call it bad headaches. bad as in i feel the throb throb throb and if i droop my head i'll feel the blood flow heavily to another end of my brain and i go woahh ow ow ow ..yeah and a side effect is me feeling nauseous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;so i got it beginning of english, which was first period. and i had to do a compre somemore..so i ren ren ren. i wasnt delirious yet anyways. i took a panadol at the start of the period , cos i had felt the early, not-yet-full-blown symptoms of such bad headaches. but despite the panadol it got really bad. i felt damn nauseous plus with that throb throb throb feeling. i decided to go toilet puke. amanda had finished early too, like me so i requested she accompany me. but i cldnt puke. denn after english was emath, denn beginning of emath i went again. and i managed to puke. denn i went a 3rd time and puked a 2nd time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;after the 2nd puking time i got another different panadol from su-ann. hers was the real headache panadol, the 1st one i ate frm jannah was the cold relief one _- denn i ren until after emath, mt, the 3rd period before jogging. i went to sickbay and amanda accompany me again. so i slpt from mt to jogging. was woken up by the blaring sound coming from the pa thingy right in front of me. denn i realise eh su-ann's panadol worked! so i returned to class during jogging. felt really much better! panadol works wonders. denn i took another one during recess after eating some stuff.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but taking 3 panadols in such a short period of time cannot be compared to the 2 i had to take after every meal everyday when i was sick after taman..nutty doctor! those 6 tablets made me feel worst. made my reaction time go to zilch, made my coordination skills go down the drain, made me tremble like i had a nervous system illness..blah. yah anyways i skipped lunch and wasnt hungry. but i ate smth after guides lah. and i feel completely ok! yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;so touched can, i was going up to class during jogging and i saw rach ong michelle and amanda coming down..planning to visit me! ((= ty amanda and michelle and rach ong and su ann and jannah and abi and lauren and all the other ppl who were concerned! actually ms melissa tan was also concerned cos amanda told her 'pamela's not feeling well' when we went to the toilet. and mrs chia too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;denn she digressed and went on to talke abt dehydration during cross country..how they revived the head prefect who fainted denn she fainted again..hahaha oh she's very nice, mrs chia! she was like at the beginning of emath 'pamela why ur emath 2 all ur corrections not done? and your content page nvr even stick?' and i was like arh.........and she was like' u better do ur corrections and content page, ask ur friends. funny, u have that guai face, thought u are no problem one..' ok fine somewhat like that..haha and she was smiling when she said that..hahhaa so nice rite her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ms chng is cute when she smiles too. yeah me abi jolene all agree. (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;11 more days to californium..jia jia jiayou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114345651814877871?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114345651814877871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114345651814877871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114345651814877871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114345651814877871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/03/70-1.html' title='70-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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-16823689.post-114335117640811605</id><published>2006-03-26T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:13:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;did you know that licking a stamp burns 10 calories? or that the tallest man was 8ft 11 inches..wdv that is in metres..haha drinking snapple..it is..interesting to drink snapple..not that i'm completely obsessed with it like taina, but i find it very fun to drink ! wad with its real facts. and its weird flavours. and the fact that its from a glass bottle, imagine! ok. anyways only tasted mango, grape and kiwi-strawberry before..haha so loser (; and that was random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;april is coming! meaning californium is coming, all cedar guides know that..but it means easter is coming! haha! (= oh yah..to think last friday cld have been our cf day..and that sat instead of me slping till 9am i wld have woken up at..6? or 5+..dunnoe. yeah. to think. today cld be the day i suffer from post cf symptoms. but to think. thats not the case. blahh.. oh it was fatmah's and keet yeng's bdae ytd too. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the tears run hot, but the fire burns the brightest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16823689-114335117640811605?l=not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/114335117640811605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16823689&amp;postID=114335117640811605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114335117640811605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16823689/posts/default/114335117640811605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-with-uncertainty.blogspot.com/2006/03/69-1.html' title='69-1'/><author><name>pamela_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867819130809085341</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>
