<?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-32953110</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:59:20.139+08:00</updated><category term='FOR AMANDA'/><category term='CLIMB high'/><category term='great days'/><category term='memoirs...'/><category term='my agony'/><title type='text'>masquerade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-3242318346937485384</id><published>2010-03-09T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:06:50.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went differently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spoke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled and waited as you responded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully there are more in-depth topics we can talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!! you told me that you were about to cry cos you missed school and you had to leave because of someone. lol. seriously... but yes i miss school too; i miss the school that has you in it. otherwise, it would probably not be the best days of my life, where we can chit chat freely. i now realise the importance of your presence and how much i looked forward to it each day. now, i look forward to see you on msn for i know that you would be there. YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-3242318346937485384?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3242318346937485384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=3242318346937485384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3242318346937485384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3242318346937485384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-went-differently.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-7582477809930777495</id><published>2010-03-08T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:40:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;The things of the world will never fail to fathom you.&lt;div&gt;Maybe only the phantom of the opera would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The to-do list is unsurmountable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how K2 is worst than Everest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your energy level is being sucked in slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even 2000 cans of Pocari Sweat can save you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brain. The mighty machine running non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it will break down one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-7582477809930777495?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7582477809930777495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=7582477809930777495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7582477809930777495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7582477809930777495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-of-world-will-never-fail-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-7381521232412924937</id><published>2008-07-12T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:29:28.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE VISIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.climbing-rocks-my-socks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.climbing-rocks-my-socks.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the my latest time consuming project. haha. please do support and tell your friends about it! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-7381521232412924937?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7381521232412924937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=7381521232412924937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7381521232412924937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7381521232412924937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-visit-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-4613711385803895987</id><published>2008-07-11T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:39:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDY! ANOTHER POST OF I DONT KNOW WHAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-4613711385803895987?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4613711385803895987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=4613711385803895987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4613711385803895987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4613711385803895987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/howdy-another-post-of-i-dont-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-2828010028739404718</id><published>2008-05-14T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:17:34.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got my letter from innova. I got my school's colours award -- commendable contribution in sports and service award -- commenndable contribution to the school. I got both the awards. I AM SO HAPPY! haha. It has been something that I have been looking forward to attain. Of course without it, its ok but since I got it, its a bonus! PRAISE GOD for His blessings that I would win favour in the eyes of the teachers . =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;GUEST OF HONOR -- Mr Teo Ser Luck, senior parliamentary secretary, ministry of community development, youth and sports and transport. HOW COOL IS THAT! ALRIGHT MAN!&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/32953110-2828010028739404718?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2828010028739404718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=2828010028739404718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2828010028739404718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2828010028739404718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-got-my-letter-from-innova.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-7465858211155090020</id><published>2008-05-14T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:16:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATS TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update! I got into nus faculty of arts and social sciences and ntu sociology. I didnt apply for smu in the end. =] HURRAY! I am accepting NUS' offer. Sorry for the late update although I got my letters in late April. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what mr roland chua said makes a lot of sense. He told his kids that if you study hard and get good grades, there would be many choices for you like smu, nus and ntu. You would get your letters early (p.s. I'm not here to boast.) and you will have time to make your decision slowly. However, if you dont do so well, you would be waiting now for your letters still and your percentage of being accepted is lower and you will just end up with positions that other people dont want. If you have money, then you might go abroad and find out years later that companies dont accept your degree, which is akin to throwing your money away. This is reality and the decision is theirs. I think it is virtually true so I hope they get what he is trying to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My work in Innova is coming to an end this friday but my last official job with them would be on the 26th to 29th, where there would be an EXCITING JC1 level camp at KOTA TINGI! Activities include climbing up gunung panti and watching the sunrise, river kayaking, firefly expedition, going to the waterfall and a lot more. Man! I am looking forward to it. I shall go and train and boost up my fitness level although I am quite fit now ( according to my own standards, of course ) since I would be there working together with the other PE teachers. SO BRING IT ON! The website is super interesting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kota-rainforest.com.my/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.kota-rainforest.com.my/index.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&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/32953110-7465858211155090020?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7465858211155090020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=7465858211155090020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7465858211155090020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7465858211155090020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/congrats-to-me-just-update-i-got-into.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-4346423093662192528</id><published>2008-03-20T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:21:27.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whoots! Bennett called me the other day and i told her i bought something from uk for her. I bought her earrings. She said why does everyone buy sucky stuff for her and that i should buy something that i would want for her instead. I will. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, i've been working at innova jc as a relief pe teacher. The first day of work was when i just ended a mad adventure race the day before. Let me brag about  it ok? We started at pasir ris and went to the nearby sea to kayak. We ran to punggol next, did some activity and went on to our next checkpoint. BEDOK. I literally fell man! So we (winston, faris, jazimin and me) ran past the whole of tampines and more to get there. It poured cats and dogs and our not-so-friendly neighbour, the SUN, came out shining proudly. After bedok, we ran to ITE college east then back to tampines and finally to pasir ris with activities in between, of course. I couldn't finish the race due to the extreme pain in my kneecap so the guys carried me to the finishing point. THANKS! We completed 30km in about 4 hours plus. Our position would be out soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Working in Innova JC with my teachers...is so much fun. I get paid to keep fit and to enjoy their company; although I think they are really lame and nonsensical at times. But I think, isn't that life? I do have the most PE classes among all of them (which means I do quite a bit of classes) but I enjoy it. It is tiring, boring sometimes, frustrating, no doubt but which job doesn't have its downside? I get to learn all the proper techniques of the different track and field events, amuse myself by making the kids run like mad, have super long lunch breaks, talk nonsense in the pe room limited to only our ears, stop drinking soft drinks ( cause I realised they don't!) and a good tan. Till then, my temp. job at ijc still looks fun, energizing and not at the stage of what-excuse-should-i-come-up-for-today yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;May God keep me healthy and fit till then. God, the ruler of all universe, please show me where you want me to enter for my future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-4346423093662192528?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4346423093662192528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=4346423093662192528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4346423093662192528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4346423093662192528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/whoots-bennett-called-me-other-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-6885206200268949341</id><published>2008-03-10T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:56:42.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the however little people who read my dead blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A LEVEL's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h1 pw: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h1 gp: B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h1 eng. lit: A (finally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h2 hist.: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h2 econs: C ( i really dont know what happened??!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h2 maths: C ( from U to C and losing 30 marks in paper 1, quite ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, my results are out. Everyone's happy for me, saying that I did ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly, I don't think I did well. I really wanted like better grades and was expecting something more. They all say can go into NUS. Ya right, like as if they are the ones who would be posting me to the respective places. No offense but these stuff that the teachers say, if they can't guarantee that what they are saying is 100% true, then they should not say anything at all. It gives people false hope. What is worse is that the closer people around me start congratulating me and buying me stuff. Hello? I have not even  gone into nus??!!! argghh...please let me get into fass in nus. I dont want to let down the closest people to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-6885206200268949341?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6885206200268949341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=6885206200268949341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6885206200268949341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6885206200268949341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-however-little-people-who-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-3764419951168415151</id><published>2008-03-03T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:42:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VOICE OF TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumours become the truth if the person caught in it does not speak up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumours become the fact if everyone else refuses to listen to the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumours become the harshest reality if all around you accept the hearsay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumours become the sharpest intangible weapon man can have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumours become the deadliest, most fatal double-edged sword that turns white and black into grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumours become the worse reputation that anyone can have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumours are rumours because they are never the truth and will never be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many are genuinely surprised that I am a relief teacher, so am I. Suddenly, I am thrown back into those days where I bully kids.; perhaps now I have a bit more freedom to do what I want. Kids, nowadays, are more spoilt and pampered. It is really a hair-pulling job if you decide to come into this profession even for a short stint. You have been warned. If you ever think I am havoc, the kids are worse. There is one class that has like 5 Lisa's, 3 Daniel and Khalis/K-Lub combine and a few May's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went in to go back to what I loved the most -- the prefectorial Board. I think it is really God's calling and timing that He placed me in there for a reason. I came to know about this chaos that has erupted amongst students and prefects, mainly the sec 4's. It is about some boy that realised he was 2 timed and is sobbing vehemently about his pain. Boy, grow up la. I know it sucks to be ditched and cheated but life still goes on. However, being terribly stuck in this atrocious mess, he decides to launch this ULTRA plan that will cause the girl to crumble, but of course the Board has to go along with her. I gave him a nick name -- hurricane katrina boy. He acts and cries literally in front of all the audience he can garner and describe in full detail his sad love story ( like as if hurricane katrina came and swept away all his belongings and kin ). Miss Lin, I am making good use of my lit. skills! Be proud! This boy, called B, tells everyone that she has been sleeping with boys and quotes a guy's name that she has been with. Apparently, unknown to him, I've known that guy for 6 LONG years and I know none of that sort happened. B said he had evidence. BRAVO! Show it to me! The entire proceedings will take me the whole duration that you take to watch da chang jin. I have been trying to encouraging the girl (G) to stand up and speak up against the lies of B. But she says since no one believes her, why try. She says why not just let it die down. By doing so, it requires less effort, but it is a unspoken declaration that what they are saying is the truth, when it is not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me lamenting about how madly insane this boy is, although he really is, it's about my frustration. I tell the sec 4's that the only way that B's plan will not hurt the prefects is for us to stand together and not sway like long grass in the wind. Why do they not understand? I feel that my efforts are futile. It hurts me deeply so. I cannot bear to see the prefectorial board crumble with its reputation going down the slippery slope. Embrace yourself, Cassandra, this war is not over. Can I really hang in there? I came in as a relief teacher to make a difference. It smacks me right in the face, the blunt truth, that I have made no change. The intense feeling of being inadequate to do anything, of not being alert, of not being there for them, of not doing enough, of not making an effort to know them and help solve their problems, makes me want to throw in the towel. I tell the prefects not to quit, to pitch in and help me. They tell me they give up. Hey, you people out there, have you ever thought how I would feel? I am not bionic woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Koh CS gave me some advice -- challenge myself and give in my best. No point trying too hard and end up being hurt. I have to learn to let go. The thing is can I let go? The leader that I am today, is all from the Board. The courage that makes me declare that GM is the best school in the world is from the Board. What I need now is someone to believe in what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other brighter matters...I went back to INNOVA! Man, I could not believe the number of j3's that I met. Aman and Hakim were back for hockey. Kessler and Jolyon were back for badminton. Wei Xing and Yi Sheng were back for basketball. Bank was back for tennis. Jian Xiong was back to see Mr Koh. Ameerul and a few more botak ns boys were back to watch the soccer match. Amaluna and I went back to watch the soccer match ( IJ versus AJ), the basketball match (RJ vsersus IJ) and catch up with the teachers. =] Mr Wong offered me a job in the PE office -- be a PE teacher. With all that is happening, I really want to quit my current one and run to iNNOVA. At least the kids there are more sensible, mature and I can make a difference there ( to the teacher's workload). We manage to see the pictures of Mr Koh's second son, Max Koh. SUPER CUTE! His first son, Wayne, was attempting to kiss his younger brother. We chat about my A level results and my future... What lies ahead remains unknown to me till this friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/32953110-3764419951168415151?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3764419951168415151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=3764419951168415151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3764419951168415151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3764419951168415151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/voice-of-truth-rumours-become-truth-if.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-7571228220634888492</id><published>2008-02-07T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:23:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally met up with amanda bennett. =] she said that i am not letting go and moving on with my life cos we were catching up with each other. i'm holding on for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you crashed my world when u re-appeared&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i am reminded of our days&lt;br /&gt;how you could dream about us, holding hands&lt;br /&gt;but i tore yours and my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days passed and both of us change&lt;br /&gt;from inside out, safeguarding&lt;br /&gt;ourselves from each other's soul&lt;br /&gt;never standing true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand that i&lt;br /&gt;loved you for what you did then&lt;br /&gt;look at him and how he glides&lt;br /&gt;then i know its time to let go gracefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to stop remembering things and incidents, to put away all his letters and stuff. YAY! I'd move on. =]&lt;br /&gt;My results are coming out soon. Let it be the best birthday gift yea??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-7571228220634888492?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7571228220634888492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=7571228220634888492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7571228220634888492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7571228220634888492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-finally-met-up-with-amanda-bennett.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-8248980638876342224</id><published>2008-01-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:16:43.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. How time flies. I am now working at Geylang Methodist sec. as a relief teacher. Laugh if you want to. I'll pause a while....Yes, and I was saying I am working as a camp instructor at I,camper too with kenneth wong (who is in army.haha ) and adriel choo. Suddenly, it feels like I have grown up so much. How I am saddled with the things of the world and forsaken my lovely friends. Its time to get a real life back. I got this from uncle justin (the boss of I,camper)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Subject: Meaningful Speech by Pulitzer Prize winner: Anna Quindlen This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an Honorary PhD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good. Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre at my job if those other things were not true. You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So here's what I wanted to tell you today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast? Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;How meaningful and true it is. =] Here are my plans for the next few months....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- visit Daniel's uncle resort in mindanao with my innova friends&lt;br /&gt;- go to hong kong and visit my aunt, buy lots of adventure stuff and salomon ones too (that will make unlce richard drool)&lt;br /&gt;- BUY A PSP to entertain myself when I have no classes and sit in the office daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;- earn a lot of money so that I can quit by march and go on a full fledge holiday-ing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and..... get my a level results which of course would determine a lot of the later part of my life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/32953110-8248980638876342224?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8248980638876342224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=8248980638876342224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/8248980638876342224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/8248980638876342224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-2883037269167849790</id><published>2007-12-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:22:29.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why out of everything must I hear his charming voice again?&lt;br /&gt;Something that will never be solely for me.&lt;br /&gt;People come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, Cass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-2883037269167849790?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2883037269167849790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=2883037269167849790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2883037269167849790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2883037269167849790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-out-of-everything-must-i-hear-his.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-3269528371887777759</id><published>2007-12-20T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:03:32.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! Its been a long long time. I just came back from innova's lit trip out to uk, london. We went to places like stratford upon avon ( shakespeare's birthplace ), bath, york, cambridge, oxford etc. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the college that Harry Potter was filmed and King Cross Station platform 9 and 3/4. I had lectures at york university and some other lectures that i cannot remember. Also visited famous places like bronte parsonage, jane austen musemum, adulous huxley's house, oscar wilde's coffin, wildly large gothic churches, musemums, stayed at travel lodges and youth hostels. the photos are not editted yet so i'll take some time to post the stuff. =] LAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the past few days were super well spent. I slept like a log due to the time difference, went out to meet ama and mr chen for coffee and unpack my stuff. HOW FRUITFUL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-3269528371887777759?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3269528371887777759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=3269528371887777759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3269528371887777759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3269528371887777759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-its-been-long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-2713455399557885504</id><published>2007-11-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:42:36.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! My A's ended yesterday at 5.11pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I stop studying, feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get a prom dress (die.)&lt;br /&gt;- practice for the rockclimbing competition&lt;br /&gt;- decide what job i wanna take out of the current 4 choices&lt;br /&gt;- go watch many movies and shows with my friends&lt;br /&gt;- catch up with all the  long lost friends&lt;br /&gt;- go climbing with kenny (the short boy)&lt;br /&gt;- buy many cameras!&lt;br /&gt;- go to HONG KONG with AMANDA!&lt;br /&gt;- GO INSANE with sports like nitendo wii (also counts kay)&lt;br /&gt;- too many that I cannot remember...but i just feel like staying at home and read books. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- organize a Sagi gathering!&lt;br /&gt;- organize a faith 4-2 gathering!&lt;br /&gt;- organize a PEC gathering&lt;br /&gt;- organize a mass prefects gathering(past and present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH THIS SPACE FOR UPLOADS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* you can volunteer to help if you want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-2713455399557885504?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2713455399557885504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=2713455399557885504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2713455399557885504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2713455399557885504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-my-as-ended-yesterday-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-4388505555666837258</id><published>2007-09-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:13:50.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa! I am in amazement again. I finally decided to do something stupid -- stoop down to the level of my school mates and reply to something that they've been debating about. Note: you really have to stoop really low. If it is Kenneth or Hwei Ting, I'm sure they'll ask me not to be bothered by it. LOL. Itchy fingers. Well this is what I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usually the saying that is easy but carrying it out is not. The words you used like "of course" and "such an easy job" seem to imply your confidence in doing such a task. I would sincerely look forward to it. Perhaps you would like to offer your services and leadership. Please consider your thoughts before saying them out. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a letter that goes out to them from the inner most of my being...FYI I do not belong to any group that I'm talking about. I only participate in my school sporting events, just a normal student. I'm adopting nerf's stand. no names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Guess what. When I said that, one of his friends told me that at least they give suggestions for improvement. That if possible, he can be the president and the other guy, the vice. Someone else replied, if he was the president ( the same thing that pple once said to me ), ****** will collapse. Note: only buildings can collapse. What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     YOU! Motor mouth, as May would coin the term. You love to complain about things that some group didnt do. Quite obvious who. All you do is to whine and rant about how inefficient things are and give like 1 billion suggestions. But wait. ITS ALL TALK. Shut up and do it, you'll gain my respect then. Otherwise your silence is appreciated. I do agree on some of the faults and delays but need you use such harsh tone and critical words? YOU talk like as if its damn easy. Even someone as strong and prideful as me can cry in GM, what more that group. Sorry, I cannot seem to comprehend the way YOU talk, its so easy for YOU to say oh do this, and do that....if it was me..if i had the power...blahblahblah. I shall not reply to YOU. No, I'm not like you. NO where near and I have no wish to. I might get contaminated by your eccentric way of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Seriously, I'd love you tell you this. Before you shoot off your motor mouth about others, examine yourself. (I learned the hard way for this lesson) You seem to be able to pinpoint everything about others, WOW. I could only do that on my former sch. deliquents. What about yourself? Right, I forgot you're that high and mighty, with little flecks of flaws, invisible to the naked eye. You have no idea how many people are mocking at your foolishness and immaturity yet you continue this battle with courage and a valient spirit. WOW again. You can be so sensitive to others people's weakness, that speck in their eye and be oblivious to the PLANK on your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     YOU deserve my utmost "RESPECT". When I see you in school, I'd be sure to send that snigger down my face. Wait, I'm going far away from you. Yes, I know in school, you never hear anything about this from me. Well, I dont want to get involved or say much since I'm in no position to do so. I rant my frustrations here. Sorry, I cant continue to pretend that I can talk to you etc when I am in fact highly digusted by you. Tell me what "that guy that chased me home and got angered by randall quek" can do, and I'll tell you WORSE. I am utterly DISGUSTED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-4388505555666837258?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4388505555666837258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=4388505555666837258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4388505555666837258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4388505555666837258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/09/whoa-i-am-in-amazement-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-1369088584455271798</id><published>2007-09-12T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:53:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot resist but post my comments. I cannot believe what I am hearing these days. I cant say anything out here lest I get bombarded for some blogging offense or whatsoever. I am dismayed by some of the things my schoolmates, note: they're not my school friends, remarked on some portal. My JAW DROPPED literally. I thought the pupil's suggestion scheme in AHEM with some hilarious feedback was bad enough. Its worse here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Sheena Han, for those that know who I am talking about. She once said, not to be bothered by the students, they're just kids. Its always that same phrase: they're just kids. I really get what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the use of making sarcastic comments about certain things or a certain group of people, (I am trying to be vague here, to cover my back.) when all it does is to let people have a good laugh about your immaturity and childishness? It is appalling that I ever in my ENTIRE life come across such suggestions that seem most absurd to me. I guess some might applaud these people for mocking or being sarcastic about things, for having the courage to speak out loud. But when you think about in greater depth, they're making a fool of themselves and they dont realise it. Some joker posted comments lamenting on the fact on how the system sucks. Everything they say contains some form of satire, irony and contradiction. My image of them -- ruined. I am speechless. Seriously, JC students, top 25% of the year, say such things like asOWE&amp;R@#^@)(*@())(&amp;amp;. If you want to know, ask me. I'll direct you personally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-1369088584455271798?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1369088584455271798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=1369088584455271798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1369088584455271798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1369088584455271798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cannot-resist-but-post-my-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-6239352533953959239</id><published>2007-07-29T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:58.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoirs...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today shall be my last post cause my exams are like in 91 days away. After spending a short stint in Innova, I am glad that I have managed to leave behind a trail in school. Everything is worth because I like my school! Yes! I look forward to Monday's, there's PE! MY favourite... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Latest creation. There are more positions but these only apply to my year, 2006 Sagi batch. So pretty... Well, these are the souvenirs for us. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQcr920XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PgdciRRdyK4/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092463363673739634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQcr920XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PgdciRRdyK4/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wearing our badges proudly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From right to left: Publicity Secretary -- Amaluna Mastura, Logistics Secretary -- Lee Bee Yan, Cheer Secretary -- Kong Jeng Hui, House Captain -- Cassandra Tan, House Master -- Mr Koh Chit Siong, Vice Captain -- Winston Choo Wei Ping, Cheer Secretary -- Kenneth Chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQc7920YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SMa8d38X8zk/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092463367968706946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQc7920YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SMa8d38X8zk/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud to be the 2nd Batch of Sagittarius leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQdb920ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-kX_SFTIPRw/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092463376558641554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQdb920ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-kX_SFTIPRw/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took our photo on his birthday. Purposely had phototaking so that we could give a SURPRISE! Happy Birthday Mr Koh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092463389443543474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQeL920bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rf1muKEcn44/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the cake that I made! Brownie cake with m&amp;m's. I used a prima deli cake box so in case the cake is not nice, I blame them. Fortunately, it was a success. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQdr920aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RLHUzSBxKyY/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092463380853608866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQdr920aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RLHUzSBxKyY/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the happy ending of my service to the school. Now what is left is to study hard and study harder. His birthday wish is that all of us would go to university. Jia you everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's time to hit the books people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-6239352533953959239?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6239352533953959239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=6239352533953959239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6239352533953959239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6239352533953959239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-shall-be-my-last-post-cause-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RqwQcr920XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PgdciRRdyK4/s72-c/DSC_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-8604640106368559268</id><published>2007-07-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083703145689525778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RozxE45cLhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2frhtO6lpY4/s320/ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with Bennett Amanda today. Sorry, Esther, I didnt ask you along cos you had shingles. Chui Lin, you had school. Accompanied her to pluck her eyebrows. LOL. What a thing to do especially when we have not seen each other for so long. Had chicken rice and jackfruit! And I found out that she doesnt know how to use a satay stick to eat them. HAH! Really enjoyed myself though I wont be probably seeing her only after my A's. Sight. Amanda, do take care ok! Bet all of us really miss you like mad. Do well for your exams. God will honor you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RozxEY5cLfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/38KXyT-gCtI/s1600-h/CCF00752007_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083703137099591154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RozxEY5cLfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/38KXyT-gCtI/s320/CCF00752007_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I went with Ama to buy this card for someone. Its like super cool cos the person likes cars, supposedly. So fitting that I saw this and that his birthday is round the corner. I've made too many things and given it to him so its time to buy. More stylo! Its a birthday card that costs a bomb. Goodness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RozxE45cLgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ETdPyqRMNqU/s1600-h/CCF00752007_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083703145689525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RozxE45cLgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ETdPyqRMNqU/s320/CCF00752007_00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something worth reading although I thought the books on mountaineering and their experiences were more enhancing, interesting but unfortunately more expensive. Imported goods, apparently even stories cost more. This book is by a Singaporean author. Lets see what he has to say. Bet it sounds super familar to many innovians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-8604640106368559268?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8604640106368559268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=8604640106368559268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/8604640106368559268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/8604640106368559268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-out-with-bennett-amanda-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RozxE45cLhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2frhtO6lpY4/s72-c/ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-4689717783723874061</id><published>2007-07-05T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:59.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu8I5cLaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O2XkIFUHp90/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083700796342414754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu8I5cLaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O2XkIFUHp90/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faith 4-2! Back to the old times but a quarter of all. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu8o5cLbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aDEZ7Rq2eng/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083700804932349362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu8o5cLbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aDEZ7Rq2eng/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yen Loo, me and Michelle in our GM prefects shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe I used to write letters to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu845cLcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PBguKokONEQ/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083700809227316674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu845cLcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PBguKokONEQ/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new GM hall. Enter to learn, depart to serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu9Y5cLdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CgljENHcRHk/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083700817817251282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu9Y5cLdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CgljENHcRHk/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't their hairstyles look alike??&lt;br /&gt;Old flames taking photo.&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. Dont kill me. I have the rights to say whatever I want about the pics since I took it.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu9o5cLeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dLRSP6_1cvI/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-4689717783723874061?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4689717783723874061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=4689717783723874061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4689717783723874061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4689717783723874061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/07/faith-4-2-back-to-old-times-but-quarter.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rozu8I5cLaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O2XkIFUHp90/s72-c/DSC_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-6554475145880534346</id><published>2007-07-01T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:50:00.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodCX45cLXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bz7tWpcvGnE/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082103682688626034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodCX45cLXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bz7tWpcvGnE/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was where v6 was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, this is the newest PREFECTS room. Anyone wants the key?? I've got it! =] Jasmine, Cassandra and Hwei Ting. Perhaps I should post the one in which we all had long hair. GOSH! Don't we look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodCYI5cLYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Rp24Ej9ZJMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082103686983593346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodCYI5cLYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Rp24Ej9ZJMQ/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; v6 in our old hangout! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The place that is close to our heart. Where daniel lost his bag, jasmine met eugene foo, hwei ting and *AHEM* blossomed their friendship, randall kicks his soccer ball although its not permitted, kenneth dumping his stinky npcc boots (its yours right?) and where I met such marvellous and wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodCYY5cLZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jyHW0bInADk/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082103691278560658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodCYY5cLZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jyHW0bInADk/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where all fun, joy and laughter took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodA845cLUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9ldPL4ZSUeI/s1600-h/CCF00712007_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082102119320530242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodA845cLUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9ldPL4ZSUeI/s400/CCF00712007_00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dressing up a bit better. After dinner at around 11.40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodA845cLVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MIWxAOzH-4M/s1600-h/CCF00712007_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082102119320530258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodA845cLVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MIWxAOzH-4M/s400/CCF00712007_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside SP's conventional hall.&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think we look really different as compared to last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodA9I5cLWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zNOVQTTJoOk/s1600-h/CCF00712007_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082102123615497570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodA9I5cLWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zNOVQTTJoOk/s400/CCF00712007_00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 3 girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;whose hairstyle constantly changed simultaneously&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt; You dont need to otang me the money la. Cos the rest will go into my pocket. Taken after arts night at GM where I also saw Miss Chua MH. Chat with the vp, Miss Lim for a while. She trusted Kenneth to bring us somewhere safe. HAHA. So is Geylang considered safe? Went for supper where Jasmine brought us the WRONG way. Took a train to clarke quey. Kenneth, I'll pay for your GMAX ride IF and IF only DANIEL lio goes along. You can bug him everyday for it. Ate at hot stones where we all spent a bomb. Grr...looks like we always dont have a good taste for food. NERF! here are the other pics you wanted. I have more. SO STOP BUGGING ME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-6554475145880534346?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6554475145880534346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=6554475145880534346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6554475145880534346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6554475145880534346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-was-where-v6-was-born.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RodCX45cLXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bz7tWpcvGnE/s72-c/DSC_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-5260791445957283648</id><published>2007-06-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:39:55.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go as far as you can see, and when you get there, you'll see farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is super true when you go for an adventure race. When I get to one checkpoint, I see more. Just finished taking part in one adventure race, which although is not the longest but it is by far the most gruelling and tiring race. I really ran till I could run no more. Even Winston, cross country pro., couldn't either. I still remember the emcee saying before the flag of of the first wave, the one that my team -- winston, raj, zhi heng and me, was in, that this race is meant for beginners. Half way through, this thought came to my mind, "How ironic. This race, meant for beginners, is so tough. I bet they'll be crying cos even our team is on the verge of doing so." Practically during the whole race, we just followed the route markers that led us to unending distances of running, not knowing when we would ever end. We came in first for the first wave. There were 3 more waves of teams being dispatched after us. What was unfair was that the others had waiting time that would be deducted from their overall timing, in which why CJC managed to win, when we -- the first team, would have no waiting times. Since we are the first from our wave. Can you imagine chiong-ing 28km of mostly running, crazy off track cycling, kayaking along kelongs, crossing rivers, walking through tunnels and large drains without stopping even though you are the first team because you know that you are at an disadvantage as compared to the rest? I cant. I really cant comprehend how we managed to complete it but we did. Kudos to my team mates. This is really a push of our limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have another race -- Adventure Singapore with Yi Cong. Suddenly, I feel pressured to perform though my partner has made clear our aim: relax and enjoy. Somehow, I am getting this invisible push that tells me tomorrow's race would be worse than ever. I seriously think I am getting paranoid. This would be my last adventure race so that I can concentrate on studying. But like what the quote says, after going as far as completing a race, I see MORE. Unfortunately, I cant compete. SAD. So many races that I look forward to especially SAFRA's Adventura, Ace Adventure's From Dusk to Dawn and NUS RACE 5. Arrr....How I wish I am in jc1 now. Then again, I dont think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess anyone who happens to read my blog is very free. If you're j2, I suggest you would like to turn your attention to studying especially if you're from innova. MY prelim's is one week away. Gosh. Everyone is telling me to study hard. I know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-5260791445957283648?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5260791445957283648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=5260791445957283648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/5260791445957283648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/5260791445957283648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-as-far-as-you-can-see-and-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-7425968397531632581</id><published>2007-06-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:30:46.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do... Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let others lead small lives, but not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let others argue over small things, but not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let others cry over small hurts, but not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let ithers leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you were meant for greater things than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-7425968397531632581?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7425968397531632581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=7425968397531632581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7425968397531632581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7425968397531632581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/06/twenty-years-from-now-you-will-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-1696390646139359991</id><published>2007-05-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:05:57.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my journey. I stepped down. It is the end for me and the start for my new house captain, Starsky. I have enjoyed everything that came across my way. Bittersweet memories. I can remember the times when I lacked sleep and totally had no energy for lessons but then the times when the event had so much more wonderful memories too. I really love being in Innova although I live far far away. Grateful that I came here instead of SRJC. Who cares if the school is established or not, I'm having a heck load of fun. Thats what matter most for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost teared during sports day when I bowed to thank the house for everything. I was right. It is so much more fufilling to be the house captain than being in the councillor. I just had the gush of emotions, a mixture of euphoria and sadness engulfed me. Greatly encouraged by the number of people from the different classes who were willing to sacrifice a bit of themselves to contribute to Sagi. Definitely appreciate them loads. Finally, I think the PE office would be very much more quieter. Now, there's no more me to bug them. It had been so ingrained into my life that now that I know I wont be going back there feels weird. I really enjoyed talking nonsense with them. All good things have to come to pass. I shall not be greedy. Took many photos today. I Lazy to upload. Another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: you're super mean today. really dont know if you meant what you said. does that mean we'll just be aquaintance?? then, I rather not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starsky: Don't lose hope in yourself. Remember your confidence is one of your strengths. As long as you can do a good job, the people will naturally be happy. I know that the stress on you to perform is very high since there are so many other eligible candidates. Believe that you were given the post by God's will just like me. I'm sure you know what I mean. I dont think my eyesight for leaders is that bad. I know you have the potential. Perhaps you have not seen it yourself yet. I know you kinda have a bad reputation cos of the previous econs and cca incident. Let it pass. People are like that. They all tell me this same thing about you. CREATIVITY man... But I dont think of it that way because you told me what happened. They dont know. So what they have is a biased view.  I trust you. Dont let how people judge you determine your worth. Harness your leadership skills. For now, I can still help you in every possible way. Jia you. STUDY HARD you bugger....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-1696390646139359991?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1696390646139359991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=1696390646139359991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1696390646139359991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1696390646139359991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-marks-end-of-my-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-9034944687928762436</id><published>2007-05-20T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:50:05.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt02AazYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Aj4eYOKS28Y/s1600-h/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066670335409704322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt02AazYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Aj4eYOKS28Y/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SPORTS DAY...the day I have been waiting for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it has arrived. All that I have strived for, worked for and cried for will all reveal itself on this very day. How much effort we have put in would determine how well our house would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt1WAazZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iEdwQxXbz30/s1600-h/DSC_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066670343999638930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt1WAazZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iEdwQxXbz30/s320/DSC_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 house captains taking the athlete's oath. Lining up in accordance to  STAR. Sagittarius Taurus Aquila Rasalas. Me, Xin Yu, Diana, Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt12AazaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/amn5SA3neXg/s1600-h/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066670352589573538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt12AazaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/amn5SA3neXg/s320/DSC_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sagi with the funky clappers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt2GAazbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0RPczIWBupw/s1600-h/DSC_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066670356884540850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt2GAazbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0RPczIWBupw/s320/DSC_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheering on the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt22AazcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aQnkrawAEkI/s1600-h/DSC_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066670369769442754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt22AazcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aQnkrawAEkI/s320/DSC_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of my magnificent cheerleaders. Oh what would I do without them??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-9034944687928762436?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/9034944687928762436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=9034944687928762436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/9034944687928762436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/9034944687928762436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/05/sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RlBt02AazYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Aj4eYOKS28Y/s72-c/DSC_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-3609381411298122348</id><published>2007-05-17T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:25:25.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow happens to be the last time I will ever have sports day. Unless I attend my former school's one as an audience (boring). I really do hope that I would have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my house is third but our gap with the front 2 houses is marginal. I don't think we can catch up with them but I know that this in itself is a great achievement! Previous years, Sagi has the most number of winners and yet ironically having the most number of deficits. IF you are absent without a valid reason, you will deduct 3 points. This year, we have fewer winners as compared to the former years, but we only have 1 girl who deducted 3 points for us. I think its great. The stress, effort and immense persuasion taken to get substitutes, ahh.., is all worth it. Last year, our house was third but lagging behind the other 2 by at least 100 points, this year is by 30+ points. Ain't that bad. But I would like to take time to pour out my grievances. If you are absent without a valid reason, that means no MC, automatically you deduct points. However, some manage to get off the hook with reasons like project work etc. I dont bother fighting for that girl's case because I know that this is the stipulated rule. What for bend it? My anger boils when I hear of such instances. Because if this is the case, then I would go all out in explaining why this girl from my house has valid reasons so much so that I dont deduct 3 points. Then SAGI would have a clean record of having all participants turning up for sports meet in 2007. Forget about the record, integrity is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer: I am not specifically referring to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sports day, we shall celebrate. Celebrate for our effort. I dont compete with others, only myself...and I have won. Because my goal was to achieve maximum participation. congrats to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-3609381411298122348?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3609381411298122348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=3609381411298122348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3609381411298122348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3609381411298122348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/05/tomorrow-happens-to-be-last-time-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-3160166136200966365</id><published>2007-05-04T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:15:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So glad. Today I learnt a new way of jumping. The super spinner for high jump. I'm gonna practise till I get it right. Apparently, my teacher, kenneth chai, is super good at these kind of weird techniques. Now, my shoulder hurts from jumping cos I whacked the bar. But still, its so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee. I got first for long jump. The bad thing is I didnt break my personal best. Perhaps I was too tired already after running around the whole day. The next bad thing is that my points gained for the house will be given to those who dont turn up. To cover back for the deficit they've caused. Its just like in a soccer game. The ball is yours but then your opponent comes over and tackle you. He gets the ball but you're sitting on the bench, watching this whole process. You know it was very obvious that your teammate could have very well protected the ball effortlessly. This was how I felt when I marked attendance. Its worse than proposing to a guy. Maybe. Well, I guess what he said was correct, don't come for the events. Because it is too painful to watch. In front of your eyes, you see points being deducted just because they were irresponsible. And when you practise like mad, run with all your guts, deep down, I'm just covering it up for someone else. I  guess I'm about the few that feel this way in my house. Not that I'm saying others dont, maybe not as much as me. Seriously, for those that dont turn up without a valid reason, I would like to show them the faces of those runners, who vomit their lungs out, just to participate and GET ONE POINT. Yes, I agree with him that this is a painful to watch. I feel it so much because I can see the effort put in by them. All runners for 200m j2 boys got LAST. So? Does that mean that they're not as good as those that got first? I really think it takes a lot of guts to sign up for an event, knowing that you will jolly well lose and yet still put in your best. I really admire these people. I mean its so easy to sign up for a race, knowing that you'll win or at least get top 8. Is it easy to go and lose? I guess I'm doing this by signing up for high jump. I finally understand how it feels. I'm so proud of the J1's. They end up participating, except this mad runner, joshua who can really WIN! Thank you to all participating. I really appreciate it, although you'll never read this. From the bottom of my heart, Sagi wouldn't  be this far if it wasn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I'm like super tired. But then seeing how...&lt;br /&gt;Ming Han ran for 1500m till he strained both muscle&lt;br /&gt;Heng Qian coming all the way down from suntec to run in her event&lt;br /&gt;Wai Ching, as nerdy as he looks, getting first for 1500m&lt;br /&gt;Amaluna, making me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Hidayatul willing joined my reserve killer team to sub all substitutes&lt;br /&gt;Regine, Serene, Ting Shu, Valerie staying throughout the whole day helping me&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Vithya, doing my cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;Starsky and Geraldine, calling up all j1's to inform them to run&lt;br /&gt;Winston, for putting up with my nonsensical attitude of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;2 house teachers encouragement&lt;br /&gt;and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKES IT ALL WORTH IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-3160166136200966365?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3160166136200966365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=3160166136200966365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3160166136200966365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3160166136200966365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-735431520139302739</id><published>2007-04-26T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:50:52.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BY tomorrow at 8.10 am, I would finish my sports day list. Finally. *a BIG sigh of relief* I really want to thank God for the super responsive JC1. Indeed, He has blessed me with great leaders in my house. I have 4 people contending for the House Capt. position. Wow. So well sought after. Hah. Glad to have them to share the work load with me. YAY! OR I would be dead meat right now. Mr Koh was of great help too. This included some bribing tactics. Heh. May Sagittarius be the house that has the most fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave some valuable advice. Some of which I ever thought of but never had time to execute it. Well, this time, those that dont turn up for sports day but signed up. MAN! I'll kick you in the face. Without a valid reason, our house will deduct 3 points. It would be as if 3 people would be participating just to pay back that 3 lost points. Please dont let that happen. I will do my best to ensure it wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. The other day while I was sitting outside the PE room talking with Mr Koh. A student came to hand in something but he did not have his badge. So he could only come back if he puts on his collar pin. Apparently, much later, this student came up to me and ask me to secretly pass the paper to Mr Koh. HAH! So funny. Cos he still didnt manage to get his collar pin on. LOL. This j1's face and attitude, especially when he's a guy, is totally undescribable. I gave him the HUH look, almost wanting to burst out in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a cute guy in Innova today!! After so long, finally one decent guy. I was told that my house has a few cute guys.  Some girls upon seeing his name on the list, signed up immediately. I must find out who he is. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-735431520139302739?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/735431520139302739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=735431520139302739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/735431520139302739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/735431520139302739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/by-tomorrow-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-7022212301437367426</id><published>2007-04-23T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:10:19.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I beat my personal best today for long jump. Only realised it when I reached home. Hoho. I was still thinking, wha, its not very good. Oh well. =] yays. Happy happy. Next is the seemingly insurmountable high jump record. Go Cass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a favour to ask. Will he say yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-7022212301437367426?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7022212301437367426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=7022212301437367426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7022212301437367426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7022212301437367426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-beat-my-personal-best-today-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-7886460522739337746</id><published>2007-04-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:17:13.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The top 10 'people' I want to meet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Everest&lt;br /&gt;1. Godwin Austen, better known as k2&lt;br /&gt;3. Annapurna&lt;br /&gt;3. Cho Oyu&lt;br /&gt;4. Nanga Parbat&lt;br /&gt;5. Kangchenjuga&lt;br /&gt;6. Aconcagua&lt;br /&gt;7. Kilimanjaro&lt;br /&gt;8. Vinson Massif&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey leave a few, in case I get inspired to go climb them. I wonder if I can ever make this come true. Would I fear that I would die on these mountains so much that I'll choose to admire them from pictures? Hmm. Let me make my mark in the working world first. No money, no talk =[[&lt;br /&gt;Last I wanna see is Bukit Timah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-7886460522739337746?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7886460522739337746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=7886460522739337746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7886460522739337746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/7886460522739337746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-10-people-i-want-to-meet-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-1936337730188840536</id><published>2007-04-21T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:45:14.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARRR! I am so sad. I cant clear my school's high jump record. Whats worse is that I suddenly cant do flosbury flop anymore. The one where you arch your back and jump. This is the only method that allows you to jump above your own height. The other methods like the scissors kick, in which I resorted to using, can only reach a certain limit. SIGH! Considering that I have not been jumping since pri. 6 ever since that mad coach scared the wits out of me, I think I've gotta start practising. The thing is, is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not done long jump in a long long time. I should start practising soon. Hoho. Yesterday, I attempted to run "cross-legged", some crazy method of running I picked up from primary school, without my spikes...and I fell! Sian. The method eats up a lot of energy but you run much faster. I have no idea where they got it from or what it is called. Hmm. Maybe I should go and find out. My 100m timings aren't superb either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the teachers was telling me about his school's sports day. He was arrowed to be the cross country captain for his house although he cant run for nuts. Still, he managed to get runners almost EFFORTLESSLY and ran the race. Here in Innova, if I just leave the list on my noticeboard and let runners volunteer, I think my house will lose effortlessly. Some say that they dont want to compete, knowing that they will lose. I'm asking for participation. I love doing House matters but definitely not going around classes, persuading people to run, time and time again. Wha. Then I realise I am very patient for those who know me. EVEN in sec sch. when I did this, I never had much difficulty. The previous runners that ran, would just run again. SO easy. Not to mention at that time I had an excellent house master, Mr Ong. Man, I miss him a lot. He can persuade any tom, dick and harry to run. Those that I cant get to run, He can. When he left, I was sec 4. 2 other newbie teachers came in. Those that I couldn't persuade only a handful unlike my jc, they couldn't too. It struck me then that Mr Ong, is really really good. In the end, my house got 2nd, losing my 2 points to another house. I told Mr Ong and his reaction was..we've always got first for the last 10 years. I told him, "then, you come back!!!" He laughed. Now, Mitchell house is last, information from my brother. Another teacher took over the house. Apparently, someone worse. The teacher makes a difference. I prefer the previous house master than the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just frustrated that I have to spend so much time getting runners. Shouldn't this time be channelled into practising? Some of the potential runners, when they see me, they run. Its not like I like to chase them to run. Then for JC 2's, I don't have many boys. It is like 3 girls is to 1 boy for the J2 in Sagi. ARRR!! !#(@$^*$&amp;@)@#)!_#&amp;amp;^$(@$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-1936337730188840536?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1936337730188840536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=1936337730188840536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1936337730188840536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1936337730188840536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/arrr-i-am-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-8860934161229620975</id><published>2007-04-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:50:07.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY3hm4U3uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tzVatTSuF-Q/s1600-h/IMG_8006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054788682281967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY3hm4U3uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tzVatTSuF-Q/s320/IMG_8006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the ultra heavy kayak. my good friend, ama, happily carrying the ultra light paddle. the person using the kayak had it filled with water. its the person carrying the kayak with me. he took quite some time to get out of the kayak. by that time, the waves brought in gallons of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY3iG4U3vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8sq5VvUUSok/s1600-h/IMG_8011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054788690871901938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY3iG4U3vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8sq5VvUUSok/s320/IMG_8011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and amaluna. Ultra nice pic. kudos to the photographer. it was after kayaking and badly sunburned. the cap didnt really help. see the well defined muscles man and the ugly life jacket that stinked. i think my hairstyle is nicer than compared to now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY0uG4U3sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6YHOTSYtQGM/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054785598495448770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY0uG4U3sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6YHOTSYtQGM/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the J1 class that I took. enjoyed great times with them esp. when we complained together about the rubbish that we had to clear on the LAST day. this pic was taken when everyone else was doing duty. they were supposed to clean the toilet. it seems like we do well in giving eye power. the advantage of having a non-**** leader. i spent the whole time cycling whilst they walked in palau ubin. we cracked jokes and asked riddles. super fun! thanks guys for making it so memorable for me. although they're not very enthu for their house [the boys wanted to break the record and minus the most points for their house. hah], they're a great class. THE GIRLS i mean. cause almost all the guys were more whimpy than the girls. =] heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY0u24U3tI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6U054ZU3CWo/s1600-h/IMG_8595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054785611380350674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY0u24U3tI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6U054ZU3CWo/s320/IMG_8595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my favorite ex-sagi class. hurr. they're in another house now. apparently, they are still quite committed to their ex-house. when we see each other, we'll do this sign. SAGI sign. to remind ourselves that where our loyalty lies. hah. i was leader of a class in rasalas. GO SAGI! Thanks to you people -- sharifah, sarah, dory, satish. I enjoyed camp more. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-8860934161229620975?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8860934161229620975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=8860934161229620975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/8860934161229620975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/8860934161229620975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/ultra-heavy-kayak.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RiY3hm4U3uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tzVatTSuF-Q/s72-c/IMG_8006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-1538788106605385946</id><published>2007-04-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:11:04.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I learn from doing GP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     At last count, Bill Gates had an estimated net worth of $42 billion dollars ($42,000,000,000.000). He has earned since his birth an average of $32.31 per heartbeat, and this is escalating. He recently donated $200 million to place computers in libraries across the country. This is 1/210 of his wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other things he could do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pay NBA MVP Michael Jordan's salary for 1,394 years.&lt;br /&gt;-Give every man, woman and child on the face of the Earth $7.46.&lt;br /&gt;-Pay every California Lottery prize for the next 34 years.&lt;br /&gt;-Fund 158 Mars Pathfinder missions.&lt;br /&gt;-Fund the US Department of Education for 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;-Pay tuition for the residents of Seattle and Tacoma to go to the University of Washington for four years.&lt;br /&gt;-Fund the US presence in the Persian Gulf for 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;-Fund the US peacekeeping forces in Bosnia for 157 years.&lt;br /&gt;-Buy 233,346,297 copies of Microsoft Windows 95.&lt;br /&gt;-Buy 1,680,000,000 copies of his own book, buy more with his royalties from those sales, continuing the cycle and easily the best selling author of all time.&lt;br /&gt;-Make Hanson the most successful musicians of all time by buying 3,529,411,765 copies of "Middle of Nowhere."&lt;br /&gt;-If he wanted to challenge George Lucas (worth only $2 billion), he could make 227 sequels to "Waterworld," or 35,000 sequels to "Sling Blade."&lt;br /&gt;-At the median donation for spending a night in the White House, he could stay in the Lincoln Bedroom for 46,300 years.&lt;br /&gt;-If he wanted to go on a killing spree in Los Angeles County, at the rate that Simpson was charged, he could kill 3,360 people and pay all his attorney fees and punitive damages.&lt;br /&gt;-At the rate of 1/2 ounce per $27 million, he could pay Mike Tyson to eat 1/5 of Evander Holyfield.&lt;br /&gt;-He could fly from Seattle to Paris and back on Air France 45,258,621 times.&lt;br /&gt;-If he wanted to go to a local baseball game, he could buy Seattle Mariners season tickets, all of them, for 411 years, and with his spare change could buy the team and the Kingdome.&lt;br /&gt;-At Denny's, he could buy a "Grand Slam Slugger Breakfast" for 9,150,326,797 people.&lt;br /&gt;-If he couldn't get service, he could buy every man, woman and child in China a Big Mac Extra Value Meal, as long as no one "Super Sizes."&lt;br /&gt;-If they preferred, he could buy 17 billion packages of Top Ramen noodles.&lt;br /&gt;-He must like coffee, and could buy over 6 billion pounds of French roast at his local Starbuck's.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of a cup of coffee, he could support one of those Sally Struther's foreign kids for 113,341,969 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-1538788106605385946?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1538788106605385946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=1538788106605385946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1538788106605385946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1538788106605385946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-learn-from-doing-gp-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-649237507431055350</id><published>2007-04-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:01:08.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYONE WANTS TO RUN FOR SPORTS DAY???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, need not necessarily be winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events: 100M, 200M, 400M, 1500M, 3000M, 4000M, High jump, Long Jump, Shot Put, Javelin, Discus, 4x100M, 4x400M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 participants per gender and per level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-649237507431055350?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/649237507431055350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=649237507431055350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/649237507431055350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/649237507431055350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/anyone-wants-to-run-for-sports-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-3317460947252485105</id><published>2007-04-13T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:04:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! Yay. I'm happy. Somehow or rather. I got a B for my project work. Mr Eric Wong called to ask me for my results. I got a shock when I saw his name on my phone. LOL. I guess his real intention was to ask me how darshananth did. Ah Ha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley is super jealous that I got a B. Eh this is about the only other time I'll win you, smart kia who always pretend he doesn't study when he actually MUGS like mad. =] Thank God for my results especially when I realised the myriad flaws my project had. My teacher said it was because of my OP that I got a B. Finally, the gift of the gap has come in handy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I continue to study hard and get good grades for my a level. I'm blessing myself. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-3317460947252485105?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3317460947252485105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=3317460947252485105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3317460947252485105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/3317460947252485105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/yo-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-6637803802774861794</id><published>2007-04-11T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:16:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. today's great. I got a movie treat from Freddy. He looks so different and old. I'm in my school uni still. Looks like some old man and young girl. He's going army soon. HAHA. I shall add you to my list. I can laugh at you. Lu Feng is already in it. Jon Cho soon. Eh Hwei Ting, he's the prefect senior that came up to you and asked you if you know him. He says you never change. Still the same hairstyle and look. LOL. Met Ping Wu(the one who stole kenneth's balls), Si Min(my senior prefect buddy) and Benjamin(who can move his breast and Jasmine loves it a lot!). It's like some prefect's meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's bad. i've got waves of bad news. school's good. i've got jokers to entertain me. Lisa, keep it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I went for rockclimbing yesterday. I met Uncle Justin again. Big Bully. Another one that claims I will NEVER find a husband. I told him I'll get married next week. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.I have to keep running.Run after the sun,the moon and you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-6637803802774861794?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6637803802774861794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=6637803802774861794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6637803802774861794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/6637803802774861794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-2412593506199158320</id><published>2007-04-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:50:10.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOR AMANDA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOR AMANDA: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkKJoIuutI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YiqpyYCZfYE/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkITYIuujI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Jf5QV0giIs/s320/3+barry+good+friends+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051077586062326322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIToIuukI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bufuY6Ll_aU/s1600-h/3+barry+good+friends+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIToIuukI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bufuY6Ll_aU/s320/3+barry+good+friends+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051077590357293634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIToIuulI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OSKhSK3LXe8/s1600-h/3+best+friends+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIToIuulI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OSKhSK3LXe8/s320/3+best+friends+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051077590357293650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIT4IuumI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jBq2TOsB0Ms/s1600-h/599959493410l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIT4IuumI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jBq2TOsB0Ms/s320/599959493410l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051077594652260962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIT4IuunI/AAAAAAAAAEs/W0tL9iwo7w4/s1600-h/3+best+friends+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkIT4IuunI/AAAAAAAAAEs/W0tL9iwo7w4/s320/3+best+friends+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051077594652260978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkGQIIuuiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/k0Kd1WKslKo/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkGQIIuuiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/k0Kd1WKslKo/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051075331204495906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENNETT AMANDA HANNAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I miss the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I want to tell you. So much stuff I wanna share with you. Please hurry up and come back cos I miss you and so does Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To relieve myself of the I-miss-my-best-friend-Amanda syndrome...let me laugh at the stupid times we had. i've got more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-2412593506199158320?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2412593506199158320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=2412593506199158320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2412593506199158320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/2412593506199158320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-amanda-bennett-amanda-hannah.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RhkKJoIuutI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YiqpyYCZfYE/s72-c/DSC02496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-1609178486139057463</id><published>2007-04-06T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:15:55.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya! I FINALLY get to blog. What I am going to type next would be what I wanted to blog about few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ended the j1 camp one week ago. It was awesome. It is definitely very different from our batch's outdoor adventure camp. I went for camp 1 ( Ra-sa-last and Aquila ) and camp 2's campfire. I enjoyed myself tremendously. =] I had great company too. Many thanks to Amaluna, the j3's -- Hui Ying, Yin Hou, Calvin and Xin Ru. The PE teachers were hilarious too. I guess I love being in Innova more thanks to this camp. It's definitely one heck of a memorable experience. Like watching how j1's leave their underwear at camp, seeing girls in a guys toilet, going out to see in a powerboat with the instructor when everyone else is kayaking like MAD, sleeping on the 3rd floor at night when the view above me is the sky, dotted with myriad stars, the PE teacher's debrief and funny things that they say, their humourous antics when they're tired or over enthusiastic and much more. It's worth missing school for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am extremely proud of the J1's from Sagittarius. You really blow me off my feet with your enthusiasm. This is what I told them after the campfire. Here goes: I know that you all work very hard for the campfire items. Later the points on the scoreboard would be updated. We would not know who would win or lose. But what I know is that the points system is not reflective of your behaviour. The point system is flawed. I mean its just points. If you want points, me or winston can easily give you 1000 points? We are winners whether the points say so. This was echoed by a resounding YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my train-of-thought: Why let someone else determine whether you are a winner or not when it concerns only YOU? Many times at competitions and camps, we want to earn points. As much as we can. But do they really reflect what we have done? Ever felt like you cheered like mad and yet you weren't awarded the points you thought you deserve? We all actually just want the points so that we feel that our hard work is rewarded. It makes us feel good. After that ? The sense of euphoria simly dies down. So what if you win? I believe its the process that matters. Do you remember who won the 100m sprint for sports day when you were in sec 1? I bet you wouldn't unless you know that person or ran with him/her. Would you remember the 5th winner for FIFA world cup? You wouldnt unless you experienced it or played in it. The point is even if you win, 10 years later, who would remember? But would you remember the time when you didnt win or lose but had lots of fun? The fun element is stuck in your head and not the position that you got. I would remember running like mad for the x-physique more that winning it. Mr Joshua Tan and Mr Koh share the same sentiments too. For Sagi, it is our HOPE that we would enjoy ourselves. For Mr Koh, as long as we have fun, thats more than enough. For Mr Tan, its the creation of a culture in Sagi that would be continued for years. I am glad that I am part of this process. Up till now, I cant even remember which position Sagi got for each of last year events. All I can remember is the great time I had with each experience. This is precisely why I love being the house capt. I hope I can share this with you people in my house. I wish the next house captain all the best. In the meantime, let me enjoy. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-1609178486139057463?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1609178486139057463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=1609178486139057463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1609178486139057463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1609178486139057463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-ya-i-finally-get-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-5528470383753587289</id><published>2007-03-22T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:28:45.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my agony'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rarr. I was over the moon just a moment ago and now I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There's this thing that is invading in my life now. It is creeping up on me, every crevice and loop. It sucks the mere energy out of me. It is something almost everyone has. They protect it like it is their precious baby. It is so valuable to the owners that some practise this thing call protectionism policy. I thought that only happens with countries in the Asian Financial Crisis. This bloody hell of a thing. It is small and comes in many colours. It ensures that it burns a damn hole right through your pocket.The owners will constantly use it and pay so much attention to it. Right now, it is straining the relationship I have with my brother. Everytime, he is free, he almost attends to it. When he is using it, everything is oblivious to him. Really everything. Its like I am talking to a wall. &lt;strong&gt;A WALL&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow. From a sister, I have degraded to an inanimate obkect. I really objected to anyone who would buy that freak into my family. This is about the first thing my brother earnestly wants. It means so much to him that he tells me to take care of it when I use it, ONLY ONCE, not to lift my hands to high when I am holding it, in case it slips out and falls onto the ground. HELLO!???@@! He is very proud that he can afford it and has used his own money to paid for it. Its more than gold to him. He shows it off to me. He wants me to get jealous. For what? Not that I want it. I already label it as a &lt;strong&gt;FREAK&lt;/strong&gt;, something that is not welcomed in my house. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;. It is invading my privacy, my precious time with him. He is so engrossed in it that when he finishes his work, he thanks that thing for helping him when it hasn't. Deep down in my heart, I despise that damn thing. Please give me a solution.The thing is like his life now. I belong no where. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tell him its tearing my life apart, ripping me because he is my life. My one and only beloved brother whom I only want to keep to myself, who I want to pamper, who I want to love, who I want to protect is a large part of my life. The part is getting larger now but my role in his life is diminishing. The agonies of having a sister and a younger brother going through puberty. Tell me it will come to pass. Let it fade. It must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;anway, LET me introduce this &lt;strong&gt;FREAK&lt;/strong&gt; to you that is subtly killing me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE IPOD. I HATE IT, LOATHE IT, ABHOR IT, PUKE AT THE PRESENCE OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I promise that I will never own an ipod in my entire life. I am really at a loss of what to do. Now because of the ipod, we have so much more quarrels. I dont understand how a 428 dollars can cause such a rift in my life and his. Perhaps he is enjoying every moment of it and I'm here complaining the shit out of myself. I really hope he doesn't reads this darn thing but i bet he never will. It's probably too long.&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/32953110-5528470383753587289?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5528470383753587289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=5528470383753587289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/5528470383753587289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/5528470383753587289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/03/rarr.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-4755080936820963395</id><published>2007-03-22T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:31:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! finished my block test. FINALLY. Thanks to Lisa, I went on a shopping spree. HAHA. Bought an orange dri-fit , light weight Sacuony shirt and a nike yellow sports bra. My brother got an fbt singlet. YAY!! Wanted to buy more but the stupid shop dont accept card. chey. TOMORROW is BOULDERACTIVE. arr. I am so tense. At least I know my route judge. HO. The next 3 days, nerf and me going for the YouthAvenue as camp fac. and then I've got j1 outdoor adventure camp from mon to wed. MAN! I really do hope that I get to go and the the emcee for the campfire night for Sagi. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile has finally returned.&lt;br /&gt;Your crappy-ness is alive.&lt;br /&gt;Today, you saw me.&lt;br /&gt;My smile is brighter.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes glean.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your waving hand.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your words.&lt;br /&gt;It's all for me.&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;Its back to that world again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-4755080936820963395?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4755080936820963395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=4755080936820963395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4755080936820963395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4755080936820963395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-finished-my-block-test.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-1243905017166105556</id><published>2007-03-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:50:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ADVENTURE RACE!!! hah. I think I must be insane. One moment, I'm crazy over rockclimbing. Now, its adventure racing. Well, sport climbing is supposed to be one of the disciplines for adventure races. My virgin race was during teen games 2006. Haha. We got third. Next is Punggol pinic race. 20km!! My team got third too. Now it is NTU X-Physique and our team came in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FIRST place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Overall, against the inter-vasities including NTU and NUS, we came in SECOND. Thank God for giving me the strength to last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race distance was set at a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gruelling 30 km&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Madness. The punggol race was bad enough. Amazingly for the Punggol race, we took 3 hours 4 mins plus. For the x=physique, an addition of 10 km, we took 3 hours and 33 mins. Listen to this. We started off at orchard youth park at 12 pm. HOT! We ran all the way to Marina South, where you eat your steam boat. Thought I was going to die. SO FAR!! I really felt like giving up as my senses told me that if the first checkpoint is this far, the other 11 checkpoints would probably be at woodlants. LOL. Cycled around the place for flying kites, 3 humongous laps. Then headed to the nearby pond to swim in the awfully murky and smelly water. By then, we were 3rd position in the JC cat and overall 7th. Crazy team mates wanted to get first. Started running again to benjamin sheares bridge to get our kayak. Kayaked out to some bridge to get a crappy clue and went all the way back into the Kallang Basin. haha!! Our team managed to catch up with the rest. Stopped at the pit stop to drink Redbull and hear the person promote about what it contained. Seriously, I had no energy to listen to what she said. Ran to the DHL hot-air balloon to do some game -- Transport water from one point to another. They commented that we did the task quite quickly. HEY. Innova JC has brains ok. Ran to Shaw Towers at Bugis. Climbed up the stairs and abseiled down the building. SO FUNKY. The facilitators there were quite disappointed when they found out that our team, from INNOVA is the second team overall to arrive. What was that supposed to mean? On our passport, we had left 5 more checkpoints. The organizer told us that it would take 3 hours for the fastest team to arrive. I wondered, if we were first for jc teams, with our timing at 3 hours already and 5 more checkpoints to go, aren't we very very SLOW?? Apparently, it was a decoy. After the abseil, we had to run back to orchard youth park and thats THE END! Thank GOD. I was quite tired and worn out but it wasn't as bad as the starting sprint. =] YAY. Thats how the race went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE PICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042167624556215714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RflgvW-l_aI/AAAAAAAAADA/SMRpdpJFTl0/s320/P1010772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Challenge Shield for X-Physique. Our team is the first one to be carved! Go Innova!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042170961745804770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rfljxm-l_eI/AAAAAAAAADg/bzJa-me3OLg/s320/P1010761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and Third in the JC category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042164811352636658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RfleLm-l_PI/AAAAAAAAABo/I2J9_VV33dU/s320/P10107491.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My wonderful team mates: Ja Zimin, Winston, Faris, Me&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042164815647603970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RfleL2-l_QI/AAAAAAAAABw/0MGgJxFOyXo/s320/P10107501.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Posing after the race. We stink big time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042169969608359362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rfli32-l_cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PEJNrxq27Cg/s320/P10107571.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Immense joy when we collected $2500 worth of prizes for us! MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042167856484449714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rflg82-l_bI/AAAAAAAAADI/YoqtVK_8Z4U/s320/P10107511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our start and end point. Orchard Youth Park&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RfleMW-l_TI/AAAAAAAAACI/dtG-6uHeHl8/s1600-h/P10107591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042164824237538610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RfleMW-l_TI/AAAAAAAAACI/dtG-6uHeHl8/s320/P10107591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our Gold medals with the Challeng Shield!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RflfvG-l_VI/AAAAAAAAACY/OpXZJKOxx50/s1600-h/P1010767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042166520749620562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RflfvG-l_VI/AAAAAAAAACY/OpXZJKOxx50/s320/P1010767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the whole IJ team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RflfvW-l_WI/AAAAAAAAACg/MwaYP8lqF7M/s1600-h/P10107631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042166525044587874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RflfvW-l_WI/AAAAAAAAACg/MwaYP8lqF7M/s320/P10107631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things you do after completing a 30 km race and emerging as champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rflfvm-l_XI/AAAAAAAAACo/PN_JcQ2xA28/s1600-h/P10107641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042166529339555186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/Rflfvm-l_XI/AAAAAAAAACo/PN_JcQ2xA28/s320/P10107641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UP NEXT. boulder active competition...&lt;br /&gt;Anybody interested to compete in the ntu race this june again? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-1243905017166105556?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1243905017166105556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=1243905017166105556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1243905017166105556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/1243905017166105556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/03/adventure-race-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RflgvW-l_aI/AAAAAAAAADA/SMRpdpJFTl0/s72-c/P1010772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-430607637468695103</id><published>2007-03-05T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:50:13.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLIMB high'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZncefuYI/AAAAAAAAABI/SYj6N__kLjE/s1600-h/boulderposter-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038430248570435970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZncefuYI/AAAAAAAAABI/SYj6N__kLjE/s320/boulderposter-1.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZncefuZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qBsRqYiqFUk/s1600-h/IMAGE_00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038430248570435986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZncefuZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qBsRqYiqFUk/s320/IMAGE_00251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boulder route at Emmanuel House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZnsefuaI/AAAAAAAAABY/bTCMqEvSVdM/s1600-h/IMAGE_00252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038430252865403298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZnsefuaI/AAAAAAAAABY/bTCMqEvSVdM/s320/IMAGE_00252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BB rockclimbing program. Ropes hanging in between the krab and reverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZnsefubI/AAAAAAAAABg/mhu1DsTaWmk/s1600-h/IMAGE_00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038430252865403314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZnsefubI/AAAAAAAAABg/mhu1DsTaWmk/s320/IMAGE_00253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abseiling activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climb for passion. yay!! BOULDERACTIVE coming up next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY. Innova's results are out too!! 50.5% got A,B grade for a level econs. MADNESS! More to come later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-430607637468695103?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/430607637468695103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=430607637468695103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/430607637468695103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/430607637468695103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/03/awesome-boulder-route-at-emmanuel-house.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RewZncefuYI/AAAAAAAAABI/SYj6N__kLjE/s72-c/boulderposter-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-262902986131610759</id><published>2007-02-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:27:54.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X-physique. The next upcoming event that will attempt to take my life. A gruelling, ardous adventure race that is rumoured to be 40km long. Hah. I might as well do a marathon -- 42.195km. Can remember the number as my school pe-teachers ALWAYS wear the finisher t-shirt. Sheesh. This race will consist of running, swimming, kayaking, abseiling, cycling and CLIMBING! I seriously hope kayaking will take up half the distance of race. Save my knee. Hmm, for the climbing part. I dont think we will be climbing on artificial walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL ROUTES!! Whoppee! Only 2 places left to climb and abseil in the natural environment in Singapore -- Bukit Timah and Dairy Farm. Then I think again, for climbing...can it be climbing up a flight of stairs? climbing up the abseil route for dairy farm? This route, the only route, virtually kills. You have to be on your four limbs to get up. When you stand up there, no matter how many times you've done abseiling, you will feel afraid. But however fearful you may be, you will never want to go back down. NEVER. At least, there will be a lot of stagger time when abseiling is done. We get to rest. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone short of CIP hours? I've got a great avenue to chalk them up not by doing the meaningless tincan donations and more. Come and be an instructor for rockclimbing session. Every session is at least 4 hours long. In March alone, there are already 10 plus sessions. Interested? =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-262902986131610759?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/262902986131610759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=262902986131610759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/262902986131610759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/262902986131610759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/02/x-physique.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-9106308672314135494</id><published>2007-02-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:51:22.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why use big words when simple ones will do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This newspaper article by Janadas Devan on words is my favourite. Make sure you read &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;. There is a morale behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, Mr Shanmugam was questioning Mr Yong about the letter he had written to the former NKF directore Matilda Chua, congratulating her on her work and informing her that her salary was to be raised. Mr Shanmugam used the language written in the letter to prove that it was done by Mr T.T Durai instead of Mr Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter read in part: '' You have laboured extremely hard into the late hours of the night for the past few months without regard to your impending parturition. You have been able to coalesce a team of relentless beavers who were determined to make this (NKF Charity Show) reach an iconic status. The success of the Show also douses the remainingembers of doubts prevailing in the minds of some of the members of the public." To put it into layman language, " You have worked hard over the past few months despite yur pregnancy. You gathered an effective team to make the NkF Charity Show a success. The Show's success reassured some sceptical members of the public." &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This would give you an idea of why good writing is not a matter of rifling throug the thesaurus for ponderous substitutes for simple words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As so it happens, ther is evidence to suggest that the opposite would be the case. As was reported by Princeton Uni. psychologist Daniel M. Oppenheimer has established that needlessly complex language does not impress people. Rather, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it puts them off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's important to point out that this research is not about problems with using long words but about using long words needlessly," Dr Oppenheimer cautioned. But "one thig seems certain: write as simply and plainly as possible and it's more likely you'll be thought of as intelligent." He carries on to say that the more flowery the sample, the lower was the students' estimation of the writer's intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Try this (from a business-writing  website): Let your extemporaneous descantings and unpremediated expatiations have intelligibility and vercious vivacity, without rodomontade or thrasonical bombast. Sedulously avoid all polysyllabic profundity, pompous prolixity, psittaceous vacuity, ventriloquial vapidity. Shun double-entendres, prurient jocosity, and pestiferous profanity, obscurant or apparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are you impressed by it? Who do you think is smarter: Dr Oppenheimer or the writer of the above passage(if he or she had meant it seriously)? It is OBVIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-9106308672314135494?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/9106308672314135494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=9106308672314135494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/9106308672314135494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/9106308672314135494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-use-big-words-when-simple-ones-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-4800276024011611854</id><published>2007-02-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:50:13.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is....total defense day? Nay. It's one day after my birthday. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time yesterday though i felt the dinner wasnt really worth it. DUH. I paid. I have not told my dad the bill yet. LOL. My 18th present. Will upload our pictures soon on the dinner with v6!! Did have a great time today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE FREDDY!! (today's speaker from the ministry of home affairs team), my aunt's good friend. She always invites all her friends to come over to her house, which is my granny's house too. All sporty or high ranking guys usually. Man. Some of them are super cute. There's one that came yesterday to celebrate my birthday. Whoa! He's muscular. He completed the ardous Ironman race! It's not something any ordinary man can accomplish. Not an easy feat. Completely fatless. Enjoy seeing them since I was in sec 1, especially during Chinese New Year!! :] My aunt, apparently 'sabo-ed' me today. She knows that Freddy is coming to my school and so she told him that I would be asking him questions. It would be more interesting right??!! What I did not know is that he would be posing me back my question!! My aunt knew and she did not forewarn me! Argh. Well, I only found out when I spoke to Freddy. Mrs Chin, the vp, gave me the 'excuse-me-girl-why-are-you-being-so-rude-to-our-guest-over-here?', when I went up to uncle Freddy. She then realised that we are aquainted with each other. LOL. Will see him again the next few days. Enough of rambling. The pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031764254767822146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RdRq7ibxtUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z1ZEc88NnPs/s320/P2022721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sagi Family! We're where we are today thanks to YOUR contribution. Sorry, if we missed out your face or name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;IN the pic: May Lee, Jian Xiong, Tian Cheng, Winston, Yee Ching, Bee Yan, Amaluna, Samantha, Sheryl, Ting Shu, Lisa, Han Jin, Ariff, Han Jin, Mr Koh, Mr Tan, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to (not in pic): J3 Alisa, Hidayah, Yasmin, Jasmine, Jeng Hui, Kenneth Chai, Caleb, Sharifah and many more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031760445131830546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RdRndybxtRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KvGZIhihRnc/s320/P2022715.JPG" border="0" /&gt; MR Joshua Tan and Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031760453721765154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RdRneSbxtSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AViRLnjkdcQ/s320/P2022732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me, Mr Koh (being william shakespear) and Han Jin (ex-vice capt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031760462311699762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RdRneybxtTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9AF7BMlWtAA/s320/P2022735.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My PE teacher, Mr Chen and us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-4800276024011611854?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4800276024011611854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=4800276024011611854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4800276024011611854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/4800276024011611854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gpigf5CfUKE/RdRq7ibxtUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z1ZEc88NnPs/s72-c/P2022721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-117060307964618826</id><published>2007-02-04T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:31:19.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee. A great week has flown past. Innova's grand opening ceremony!! I enjoyed myself tremendously. Laughing at Mr Koh's funky 'i-am-william-shakespear" outfit and his half-beat slow dance moves. Man. I even videotaped it down. It is the most hilarious dance I've seen, other than the aces day. Mr Tan looked good too. Hah. Mr Chen's shirt was kinda too tight for him. Well,  I guess when they say you have the bods, you ought to show it off. Han Jin came for the dinner too! YAY!! So happy to see her. Ama and I took a marvelous pic outside the hall too. Before we left, Ama, Jian Xiong, Tian Cheng and me decided to do something crazy. We walked round the school track at about ten plus at night in formal wear. Call that madness but it waas awesome. The scenary and atmosphere was breath-taking. NICE! Will post the magnificent pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my com crashed. I'm using someone else's com. In the morning, I took part in adventure race with 2 other innova teams. It involved running, swimming in the sea, kayaking, tunnelling, river crossing, orienteering, field bashing and more. All of our legs are full of tiny cuts due to the extremely strong and upright twigs around. Well for once when I was about to fall while going downhill, I grabbed on to whatever I could lay my hands on and deem it as sturdy to hold my weight. That branch was very strong indeed. It had lots of thorns on it that managed to draw a few drips of blood out of me. Desperate times call for desperate needs. Overall, our team came in third, completing the race at 3 hrs 45 mins of 20++ km. Our objective for our team was to have fun and complete the race. Thank God that I managed to pull through without having much of my kneecap injury. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, the hectic week ever. May I rely on His strength.&lt;br /&gt;- do my homework daily [enough to kill]&lt;br /&gt;- mon,tues night -- emcee at GM sec 3 camp&lt;br /&gt;- thurs -- complete 200  hand-made sagi badges&lt;br /&gt;- sat -- &lt;a href="mailto:I@fun"&gt;I@fun&lt;/a&gt;. Innova's first fun fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARR. Any time-stopping machine that anyone can lend me for a while? Greatly appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-117060307964618826?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/117060307964618826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=117060307964618826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/117060307964618826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/117060307964618826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/02/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-117007652117586353</id><published>2007-01-29T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:15:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a happy day! Despite being at the bottom of the world the past weekend, I feel refreshed. The events that happened today just unfold one by one. I really enjoy being Innova. Man, I learned a few new words at H1 Lit. So funky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanatos. It means death instinct. How can you have the instinct to die? LOL. Like as if I can prognosticate what is going to happen next. Actually, it really means the innate and unconscious tendency towards self-destruction. For example, in some stories, the villian kills someone who is good and realizes his mistake after the destruction done. For some reason or another, he kills himself or the people around him. Thats thanatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macabre. It is the fascination with death. It happens in a tragic story. There is excessive dying of the characters. Yuck. I hope I dont have any friends who are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! I feel so learned. Sorry, I'm just blogging about mundane things in my life well but they hold a certain meaning to it. Bear with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework's done. Gotten his smile. Received the word of wisdom. Embellished with his crappy jokes. Trained for my race on the 4th. Knees hurting and painkiller sucks. Who cares when life's so great?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-117007652117586353?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/117007652117586353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=117007652117586353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/117007652117586353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/117007652117586353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-happy-day-despite-being-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116980635925534757</id><published>2007-01-26T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:12:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a series of unfortunate events.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like so sunny yesterday, in a blink of an eye everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;Is winning really everything? When the news was told to me, immediately my heart sank to the bottom. How am I going to account to the people? But YW assured me, things will be alright. People are just used to equating everything to winning. And I did for that split second. Thoroughly processing the thoughts, It is actually the process that matters. Ten years down the road, no one can remember whether you won the school tournament a not. But then years down the road, those that went through the journey of reaching their goals together with you will never forget. Whether eventually what placing we get, it's ok. This year, our goal is to set a new tradition that will be followed in years to come. I shall not continue to be upset over this shocking news. If there is anyone to be discouraged, I should be the last one and not the first [ironically although I am now]. In days to come, there might be a big commotion about things being announced. By then, I would be strong. You may beat us but you will never break us. MK also reassured that most importantly is to have fun and ehy, stop making fun of my teeth. The minute I see you, your smile, super nice and the next moment, when you talk to me like daffy duck, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my despair and agony, flashes of how different people in subtle ways have pulled me up. My class and their never ending nonsense. Haha. It never fails to make me laugh. MK's smile. It really contains loads of warmth. YW's words. Great to have a christian by my side. Bee Yan and Ama's OL and HL crap. I then realised that many of these daily routines have been ingrained into my life. It'll be part of what I miss in Innova. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAARRR! Another disaster. I do not know what to wear for IJ's opening ceremony. Formal dress code? 4 years in GM, the ROD has proved to me that I am no good with such stuff. I dont own any skirt other than my school skirt or dress other than my GB uniform. Mr Koh and Mr Tan laughed their heads off upon hearing this. Darn. NOT FUNNY! I can choose not to go but then again. Innova's opening ceremony and I'm invited as a guest! Ehy. Honoring yea! what a dilemna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116980635925534757?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116980635925534757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116980635925534757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116980635925534757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116980635925534757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116973528027497945</id><published>2007-01-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:28:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every day I look forward to seeing you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that at the slighest chance&lt;br /&gt;I could catch a glimpse of your&lt;br /&gt;smile, your wave, your acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;I wait in anticipation for the time&lt;br /&gt;To come and allow me to speak&lt;br /&gt;Of spirits that lift my heart&lt;br /&gt;Erasing my sorrows and worries.&lt;br /&gt;I would not mind staying here&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world go by&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes trailing only you&lt;br /&gt;For once so small, it seemed so dim&lt;br /&gt;Now things are better and so it is&lt;br /&gt;Where barriers are lifted and lines kept&lt;br /&gt;Only during then can I smile with delight&lt;br /&gt;For anything that has to do with you&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can only stand and listen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116973528027497945?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116973528027497945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116973528027497945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116973528027497945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116973528027497945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/every-day-i-look-forward-to-seeing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116964359714684482</id><published>2007-01-24T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:11:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/543119/cross-country%2007%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/978484/cross-country%2007%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY pride and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/543119/cross-country%2007%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/138459/cross-country%2007%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/758487/cross-country%2007%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/543119/cross-country%2007%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our DEAREST House Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Joshua Tan and Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/929054/cross-country%2007%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/385620/cross-country%2007%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strike Force!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You can beat us and you will never break us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/700676/cross-country%2007%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/215486/cross-country%2007%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Getting all ready for Cross-Country&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/862156/cross-country%2007%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/771297/cross-country%2007%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our 'stern' looking House Advisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Look at his shiny, dangling green necklace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mr Koh and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/210722/cross-country%2007%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/678859/cross-country%2007%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After Cross-Country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mr Koh's 'I-wanna-beat-you-up' face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My crunched up face telling him to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mr Tan smiling with glee with the medals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/594824/cross-country%2007%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/472882/cross-country%2007%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A few shots later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Note the difference in the faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Mr Tan still the same'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whee! I simply adore school sporting events!! I am so gonna miss our cross-country! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everything was worth it. Thank you to all who made this event so memorable for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116964359714684482?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116964359714684482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116964359714684482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116964359714684482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116964359714684482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-pride-and-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116947932751475139</id><published>2007-01-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:22:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop.ending.period.over. in 2 more days. Once cross-country is done with, I think I'd take a trip to the moon to enjoy myself. Takers anybody? It's been a long time since I buried myself in work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time that would remind me of the long, tedious hours of work i had to complete, of which I ironically enjoyed, would be 2nd Feb. Geylang Methodist Prefects Installation. Followed by 4th to 7th -- sec 3 camp. Hwei Ting, wanna be the emcees again? I've got loads of fresh ideas this time. Better ask Mr Lian quickly. He's opening up to more helpers. Still anyone? 2nd Feb happens to be Innova Junior College Opening Ceremony. Yay, I'm invited to the dinner. Kool! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee. Today, mambo king wore my favourite colour shirt, ORANGE! Looks good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116947932751475139?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116947932751475139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116947932751475139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116947932751475139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116947932751475139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/stop.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116935549916900449</id><published>2007-01-21T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:58:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amanda's left early this morning. =] She looked great in her green sweater. Well, she loves green that is. I've got some of the presents that her church friends gave to her. Hah. No more space in her luggage bag so she asked me to safekeep it. LOL. Suddenly, I realised the number that I have been so used to no longer exists, at least for a long while that is. I made sure that she will give me her number and address when she reaches there in Perth. Haa. Said I sounded like her mother. Manda, please be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I approached 3 people to be my date for my birthday. v-day. All said yes. HAH. Eh, you pple better keep that day free ok. The only one that is closes to getting attatched is Jasmine and she said yes. Siah Hwei Ting, dont tell me you have school! Daniel Lio, pang sai! You dare not to come, I dare to burn your house. Nerf, how much you paying me for dating you? Randall, take off from work ok! So you guys, whom have no other choice but to accept my invitation, say yes. I'm making you feel wanted. =] LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116935549916900449?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116935549916900449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116935549916900449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116935549916900449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116935549916900449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/amandas-left-early-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116921072462999910</id><published>2007-01-19T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:45:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. happy happy! So glad that tomorrow would be the start of my weekend. I finally submitted the names for the cross-country runners. Moving on to do the Sagi welcome package for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buy 10 metres of felt clothe. Anyone wants to go with me? =] Wonder how heavy it would be. Discussed with Mr Tan about this. Do hope that everything would go according to plan. And some busybody, Mr Chen came and disturb whilst we were talking. As revenge, after talking to Mr Tan, I asked for Mr Chen. So when he reached the staffroom door where I was, I said "oh, nothing!". HAH! Revenge is sweet. Cross country is coming!! My kneecap is breaking!! My timing is as lousy as ever. Well, there's potential in our female runners. Guys...Do your best! Darsha has left to Taurus and Mr Chen is ever so cocky about that fact. Grr. Life is great with interesting teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, sorry I tried to make a cinnamon roll for you but i failed. I guess I'll buy one since you like it so much. By the time you return, I'll make the best one for you myself!! Anyone got a job at delifrance?? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116921072462999910?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116921072462999910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116921072462999910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116921072462999910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116921072462999910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116913501204628138</id><published>2007-01-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:43:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wharr! So glad house meeting is over. I guess it went pretty well. Comparatively to last year, I guess the signup for cross country runners is better. Against other houses, I have no idea. But like he always say, HAVE FUN. I really do hope the Sagi people will enjoy themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today the badge maker arrived!! Finally! After waiting for about 2 long months for the shipment to arrive in Singapore from the US. It looks exactly just like some toy. Yay! THe first badge made was given to Mr Koh, the next was mine! Thanks Mr J Tan! It states for all things work together for the good -- for them who love Him. FYI, it's taken from a bible verse. These few days are super hectic. I thank God for giving me people like Mr Koh, Mr See Tho, Kenneth Chai, Jeng Huey, Sagi exco and Ama. Whoo. Recently, I got to know Mr See Tho. His english is sure good. He has loads of ideas and synomns for words. Impressed. [DUh? He's a GP teacher?!] Hah. Also went to suggest to Mr Koh that brighter colours look better on him. I guess I'm doing some students a favour. You can sure spot him miles away and surely, you'll have time to run? LOL! Man, I am sure glad cross country is in a few days time. At least I can spare time preparing for it now rather than doing a half-hearted job in March, near my blog test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF! Thank God its Friday! =} But then where is my personal angel? Gone for toilet break? Sure is long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116913501204628138?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116913501204628138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116913501204628138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116913501204628138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116913501204628138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/wharr-so-glad-house-meeting-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116894471160806170</id><published>2007-01-16T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:51:52.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;School work is piling up. More homework everyday. Crazy cross-country that would be so early this year. Preparing for the Sagittarius J1 batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of it all, it's fun. Classes aren't that fun but doing what I love to do. Oh yeah! It's going to be a fun year for the Sagittarius people and I do pray that everything will have the objected effect and not the adverse. Don't ask me why I am so enthusiastic. I just like my job especially when I have the PE teachers entertaining me almost daily. I guess what I do might never reap profits but who cares? I'm enjoying myself at Innova tremendously! Are you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innova's orientation! Olympia. The four orders. The order of Titans, The order of Supra Beings, The order of Olympians and The order of Primodials. Yes yes, it has long ended. But it was EXTREMELY fun. I dont really have time to elaborate. Blog soon. I can feel the homework rising. Like Lisa said, I've changed. I stopped keeping up with my work. That makes me on the same boat as you right? =} I shall continue my struggle till February starts and the race for A level's will begin. Is that too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its good that I have things to keep my mind off things. Amanda's leaving soon. We're supposed to go to the Night Safari tonight. I cant believe Esther, BaH and me have never been there. How long will it take before I see her again? Eh! Jeremy, good for you. At least you get to see her in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just met Jerrold, Jeremy and Eugene at the christian annually fusion event for methodist churches. They all coach at Creative Arts Ministry at this camp when I was sec 1 to about 4. They organize it during the school holidays for meth. churches to come and learn more skills with regards to music. Eugene, the bassist player, is so much fatter now and working in Wesley Meth. Jerrold, the best and coolest drum teacher, is a top-gun pilot for S'pore. Find him, he appeared in the newspaper TWICE! Jeremy, the funky short keyboardist, is studying in Perth. Great time catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, both my beloved aunties will be going off to work in India and Hong Kong for 2 years. Sigh... Why are so many people leaving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116894471160806170?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116894471160806170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116894471160806170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116894471160806170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116894471160806170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116809836108481874</id><published>2007-01-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:46:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/439154/ph2732750340062429071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/851712/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/545439/Image002.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/479264/ph2922154660062429071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/584585/ph2922154660062429071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/152798/ph1229569596062429071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/613438/ph1229569596062429071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENNETT AMANDA HANNAH! I will miss you terribly. But I know that the Lord is with you. Though I would love to go there with you, I cant. I will try my best to always be there for you. This offer always stands. I really dont know how to still be happy that you're leaving. It's not forever but I just cant help it. You better dont forget me, beansprout princess. Still remember the time when we had PEC captain's ball game. whahaha. You fell from the chair and Esther and I rushed to your side. We were practically kissing you cause we were so worried. I will miss these times. I'll buy many calling cards so I can call you. I'm glad to have technology.  I am even more comforted that Jesus will walk with you every step of the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116809836108481874?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116809836108481874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116809836108481874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116809836108481874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116809836108481874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2007/01/bennett-amanda-hannah-i-will-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116731905757846299</id><published>2006-12-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:17:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think of someone now who would say yes if you as him/her to do you a favour now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have someone in mind, that's great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking him/her for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you think of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to commerate all my friends who have been with me through thick and thin. Although I do not give my utmost effort to contact you, to keep in touch, to catch up about what has been happening lately, I still do think of you, dream of you, miss you. I never had the intention of losing our friendship. But they all do say, it takes 2 hands to clap. I guess I've been a flimsy hand. So dear friends out there reading this, THANK YOU for being there for me. I LOVE YOU.  If you have been a bad example like me, do take time to thank them. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116731905757846299?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116731905757846299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116731905757846299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116731905757846299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116731905757846299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/12/think-of-someone-now-who-would-say-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116706569418073616</id><published>2006-12-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:54:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoots! long time since I blogged! Back from my holiday trip since some time ago! yay! I am back from my shopping spree! I managed the buy a black diamond harness at almost half-price than the usual one! yay-ness. i'd love to go back!&lt;br /&gt;adventure brands that arent available in Singapore or very limited -- patagonia. the north face. aigle. pro cam-fis. mammut. wild roses. BLACK DIAMOND. eiger. SALOMON. ( the one in s'pore closed down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas! christmas isn't merry without Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon. busy busy busy. i miss v6, miss last year's jap exchange program friends, miss my sec 4 prefects batch a lot, miss bennett, esther and chuilin, miss my freedom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116706569418073616?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116706569418073616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116706569418073616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116706569418073616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116706569418073616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/12/whoots-long-time-since-i-blogged-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116558592357708855</id><published>2006-12-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:52:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/412656/CCF01282006_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/400/123125/CCF01282006_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these cool cards I bought. Never seen them elsewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought them at bible trail by Yfc. These 2 guys set up a shop that produces these cards as their passion for the art and God. Well, I learned a lot of things about sharing the gospel to a skeptic too. They are really useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The take away thought for day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The theory of relativism cannot hold water. Ask me to find out more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away thought for day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Where does the universe come about? Some dont believe in God's creation. OK, you take the stand of the Big Bang. Go google "the big bang" and you'll realise that there are many forms of this theory. How to trust it when there are so many variations? Next, evolution. In the theory of evolution, it is assumed that everything only improves. From single cell to fish, to dinosaur, to monkey, to man. Wait a moment, then how come when I leave something alone, it degenerates. Even an inanimate object, let say a house, will become dirty and rusty. Whatever happened to ALL things improving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best part. If we really evolved from animal to man, where then do we get our conscience, our meaning in life, our purpose, our MORALITY?&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/32953110-116558592357708855?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116558592357708855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116558592357708855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116558592357708855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116558592357708855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-out-these-cool-cards-i-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116541665489451397</id><published>2006-12-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:50:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I'm darn free today, (no longer from tomorrow =[ ) I uploaded the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring,&lt;br /&gt;1. Bennett Amanda Hannah!, Esther Beh La Ku, Anorexic Kang ChuiLin, Barry Ong Clay-bush, my twinnie Wan Yi&lt;br /&gt;2. Geylang Methodist Prefectorial Board, legendary v6 (like we're very old?), prefects batch 2005&lt;br /&gt;3.Graduated PE Captains of 2005, GB 2nd Coy, SYFC's Project Serve 2005&lt;br /&gt;4.The infamous faith 4-2&lt;br /&gt;5.Innova's 0632A!&lt;br /&gt;6.Sagittarius events&lt;br /&gt;7.Latest Camp photos 2006 @ MOE Jalan Batera ( GMPB &amp; PEC camp) * I'm lazy to transfer all the prefect pics here. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THE SPACE. I'll upload more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following websites are&lt;br /&gt;For pics in number 1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/ct_js"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/ct_js&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pics in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/teamsagi"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/teamsagi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pics in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/gmethpb"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/gmethpb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116541665489451397?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116541665489451397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116541665489451397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116541665489451397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116541665489451397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/12/since-im-darn-free-today-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116541586359010642</id><published>2006-12-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:37:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/225031/26-11-06_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/486543/26-11-06_1532.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/712350/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/621839/Picture%20009.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/14950/26-11-06_1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/868794/26-11-06_1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/1600/359080/26-11-06_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="302" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7413/3611/320/660375/26-11-06_1541.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pics of my bro., the ultimate non-shopper Ericson! Hah. He totally forgot about his outfit so we rushed 3 days before the prom to shop for clothings. Well, he was the emcee with Joan. So proud of him! We finally settled on a CK shirt and Zara pants. I caught a glimpse of a lot of people especially when we were in town, shopping for prom outfits. Whoa. Most of them were guys. There was this cute guy that came with his mom, dad, grannie and sister. Whoa. Zara was super packed not to mention. At least I thought he looked handsome that day except his pimply face. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116541586359010642?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116541586359010642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116541586359010642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116541586359010642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116541586359010642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-are-pics-of-my-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116522378654575192</id><published>2006-12-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T17:16:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>basic things that cassandra does from the 29th of Nov till today but it's ending tomorrow. Isn't life great? Start mugging soon. For now, let me enjoy my holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 am -- the alarm goes off. press the snooze button&lt;br /&gt;10am -- i finally wake up&lt;br /&gt;1030 -- eat breakfast and reply all messages&lt;br /&gt;11 -- watch tv&lt;br /&gt;1pm -- eat my lunch&lt;br /&gt;130 -- open my school books and dream. call and chat with friends. eat junk food. play floor ball in my room. try juggling the soccer ball with my shoulders. disturb all my friends by causing their phone to ring.&lt;br /&gt;430 -- head downstairs to ransack the fridge. check if there are good shows to watch on the tv. on the computer and try to keep myself busy. do ogl and chuch stuff.&lt;br /&gt;630 -- continue lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;730 -- eat my dinner&lt;br /&gt;800 -- watch videos on youtube. go jogging.&lt;br /&gt;10 -- read book.&lt;br /&gt;11 -- sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post my brother's prom pics tomorrow. anything I have yet to do for anyone? I'm free, for now that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116522378654575192?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116522378654575192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116522378654575192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116522378654575192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116522378654575192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/12/basic-things-that-cassandra-does-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116451074912281397</id><published>2006-11-26T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:12:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall continue with my adventure data. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me tell you about the night walk. Boy! It was fun. There is a story to it. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All who go through the night walk are suposed to save POW's. They would set off doing a solo walk and end up at check point 1 in which their identity will be checked. It is to ensure that they are not illegal immigrants. They would then continue their journey to check point 2 where they will be assigned a partner in crime. This pair will move off to check point 3 where there are border guards walking around. They are supposed to crawl through 2 consecutive holes but if the border guard shines the torch at you, you have to go back to the start. The borderguards are xuanli, javine and my bro. After that, they will walk along a path leading back to the campsite. They have to go to the girls dorm to save the POW but they run the risk of getting caught by the security guards. Once they shine the torch at you, you will enter the TORTURE CHAMBER. So you LOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, basically in the torture chamber, the GIRLS toilet, is a whole mock up. There are guys shouting and the girls screaming. I believe the sec 1 and 2's were really scared as they told me so. Being young and naive, they were terrified. But actually what they got was some shouting that left them confused like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MONSTEROUS Randall&lt;/span&gt; asking them what was the last chapter of the geog textbook. LOL.. HOW would they know? So they practically will get water splashed at them. Thats all. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116451074912281397?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116451074912281397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116451074912281397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116451074912281397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116451074912281397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-shall-continue-with-my-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116428808720297350</id><published>2006-11-23T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:21:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another camp has passed. The Prefects and Pe Capt Camp. I gained a whole new experience. The experience of being the camp commandant. It is so different from what I've been doing. This time is on a large scale and I have the power to make decisions instead of previously asking Mr Lian for permission. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna thank..&lt;br /&gt;Teachers. For allowing me to come back&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine. Thanks chio bu! Without you, I think I'd just faint from exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;Hwei Ting. With goal setting, I think they have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Camp committee members. Working ever as hard&lt;br /&gt;Campers. For enjoying yourself, that I could enjoy as much as you did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will remember the memories of blowing the whistle till my guts were about to come out, sipping coca cola with jasmine in the air-con room, coaching my dad as we played cards in the command post of Jalan Batera campsite, asking around whose underwear got stuck in the tree at the girls dorm and of course not the unforgettable night walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a solo walk followed by a pair walk. This pair has to go and save POW's or not they would be caught to go to the torture chamber. Till later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116428808720297350?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116428808720297350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116428808720297350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116428808720297350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116428808720297350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/yet-another-camp-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116351809939868242</id><published>2006-11-14T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:37:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah! Half of what I am supposed to do for school is almost over. We've finished at least the proposal for the OGL war games. We do hope it is fun and enjoyable. The Sagittarius banner is done! The words encarved spell out Sagittarius Strike force. We took almost half a day to complete it. Really do hope it is up to the expectations of the teachers and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what are the expectations? Who sets the expectations? Man? God? Who is fair? I rather set my own expectations and meet them. Simply because when I win a medal, I am beating someone else's standard and the mark changes. It is set by man, thus it cannot be trusted. Soon, I begin to feel that reaching my own expectations is so much more exhilerating. Yes, people always set a mark that you should reach -- your parents, teachers, friends. Well, you decide who sets the standard and whose you shall meet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I met what I set off to complete. Lead climb the red overhang route and complete the green overhang route! I guess through all that hard work, I get to loose weight. Ernest's vow is to lead climb the roof. I'll post the pics the next time. Then, you shall decide on the difficulty of the route. So far only 2 guys can climb the roof (the name of a route) and he is one of them. ONLY 2! Imagine how hard that is. I dont even dare to try but I still did. Of course I didnt reach the top. He told me a very lame joke. Next time when he grows up, he shall name his son Ee Han. His surname is Teh. So if you put the first letters of his name, it reads TEH. His daughter shall be Teh En Hui. Spastic! Anyway, I sprained my knee again! It shifted when I was trying to do some move. Exercise shall remain untouched for some time. DANG! There goes tomorrow's floorball training. TIME TO RETURN TO MY BOYFRIEND. Collecting dust now. Books, here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116351809939868242?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116351809939868242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116351809939868242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116351809939868242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116351809939868242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/ah-half-of-what-i-am-supposed-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116337705098725171</id><published>2006-11-13T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:17:31.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YAY! My bestie's back in town! HURRAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*CLAP CLAP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beansprout princess, dont be so petty! I didnt say bye cos I know God will carry you through and come back safely. Betcha had loads of fun. Tell me about it!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116337705098725171?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116337705098725171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116337705098725171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116337705098725171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116337705098725171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-my-besties-back-in-town-hurray.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116308647283801449</id><published>2006-11-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:34:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there is a man I admire, one of them would be William Shakespeare. This is one of his poems. A reason why I also love lit class in Innova. The super fun h1 class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONNET 116&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PARAPHRASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds /Admit impediments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let no barriers hinder the marriage of 2 lovers who truly love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not love/ Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love is not really love when it changes when the lover loves someone else. It means that true love is not supposed to change under any circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When someone tries to lure the lover away or has left him, his love will still remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love is like a rock, even if the storms brew, the rock still remains just like love. It will be unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love is like the guiding start to every lost ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But the value of love is not treasured by us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks/ Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even when beauty fade or the lover dies, love will not be deceived by time. It shall remain steadfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,/ But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love doesn’t change in death even though the marriage vows often state, till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If what he is saying is wrong and it is proven by him…(that means if he is unfaithful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That means he would not have ever written such a thing and no one in the world would has ever loved. (His declaration of love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116308647283801449?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116308647283801449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116308647283801449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116308647283801449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116308647283801449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-there-is-man-i-admire-one-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116295249670438905</id><published>2006-11-08T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:21:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/karst_1921_15406030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/karst_1921_15406030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went climbing again yesterday to numb the pain. The braces kills. Arggh. Anyway, I got a chance to wear uncle Justin's helmet. It is the latest Petzl meteor 3. Super light till you can even forget that you're wearing a helmet. Not to mention, it's super ex. If you climbed before, I think you'd know the large difference between the yellow construction look alike helmet with this. Cool! Justin and I tried the grey route the whole night but because we were short, we couldnt reach the tile. Next week then! Anyone wanna come join? HT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I've been offered to work at Justin's company too!! As a outdoor camp instructor. To get what I like to do and get paid...FUN FUN FUN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116295249670438905?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116295249670438905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116295249670438905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116295249670438905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116295249670438905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-climbing-again-yesterday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116282527059787306</id><published>2006-11-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:01:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll never be able to smile like this for some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/DSC00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/DSC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/DSC00054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to chew like this for some time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116282527059787306?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116282527059787306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116282527059787306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116282527059787306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116282527059787306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-never-be-able-to-smile-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116280928528737791</id><published>2006-11-06T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:34:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/me%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/me%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the start of my relationship with braces...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116280928528737791?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116280928528737791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116280928528737791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116280928528737791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116280928528737791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-marks-start-of-my-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116273122625991950</id><published>2006-11-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:53:46.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class blog's disclaimer. Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All characters mentioned in the posts are strictly fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. We accept no responsibility whatsoever for any emotional trauma felt by the reader. However, we do claim credit if it happens to entertain you. If you feel our posts to be offensive, there can be several reasons, a) you are stupid; b) you are overly imaginative; c) you want to kill us all anyway. In any case, do let us know if you are offended by any of our posts. Although we mean no harm, we could include some if you ask for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116273122625991950?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116273122625991950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116273122625991950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116273122625991950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116273122625991950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-class-blogs-disclaimer.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116220855911633393</id><published>2006-10-30T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:42:39.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Forgive them anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you are kind, People may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be kind anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; Succeed anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you are honest and frank, People may cheat you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be honest and frank anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Build anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, They may be jealous; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be happy anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Do good anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is beauty, admire it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is bliss, taste it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a dream, realize it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a challenge, meet it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a duty, complete it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a game, play it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a promise, fulfill it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is sorrow, overcome it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a song, sing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a struggle, accept it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a tragedy, confront it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is an adventure, dare it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is luck, make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is too precious, do not destroy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is life, fight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mother Theresa&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/32953110-116220855911633393?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116220855911633393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116220855911633393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116220855911633393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116220855911633393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/people-are-often-unreasonable.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116203575121937749</id><published>2006-10-28T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:42:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still can smell the powder on my palms and fingers. Pei Yun and me were the instructors for the rockclimbing session today for 56th Coy GB girls. Hah. They were shocked when I told them my age, as always, and when I said I was from 2nd Coy. Met a girl who is the same age as me. =] Anyway, jia you 56th coy! grow GB grow! Once a GB girl, always a GB girl. Seek, serve and follow Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take not to all. Every Tuesday night, there are rockclimbing sessions at emmanuel house. If you are interested, contact me. =] ct_js@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116203575121937749?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116203575121937749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116203575121937749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116203575121937749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116203575121937749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-still-can-smell-powder-on-my-palms.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116187385512601749</id><published>2006-10-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:44:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY. Oral presentation was quite smooth. In my point of view that is. Tomorrow will be better. Get in the mood, Cass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day. I received loads of crap from my housemaster. Darn! He is really lame. Sagittarius secret plans in progress. Not very secretive la, perhaps those that happen to know will get their heads chopped off etc. All the novel ideas and the enthusiasm. I am so excited!! Don't let it die down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is d-day for many of the Innovians. I don't know if what I know can be said, so better don't. All I can say is that the fate of many lies in the hands of the teachers that have been teaching us so far. I guess teachers do have compassion. I am quite sure of one. I don't know if the compassion is genuine or has a hidden motive. I shall give him the benefit of the doubt then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope 0632a will remain as it is. Yay. We have a class blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116187385512601749?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116187385512601749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116187385512601749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116187385512601749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116187385512601749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116179018531085849</id><published>2006-10-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:32:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a break from my OP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks man! I finally see the fruits of doing so many presentations in secondary school. Chairing the meeting with all the prefects, with the sea of faces doesnt seem to intimidate me anymore. Once you are an interviewer, you will never be as afraid of interviews as before. Perhaps still a bit nervous especially when you really want it but you will pretty well know if you get it since you were once in their shoes. After going through rounds of Q&amp;A with Lim&amp;amp;Lim pte. ltd, you will find that answering questions dont scare you. But still after so many experiences, I still make mistakes. It is easy to pinpoint at others but I myself might commit the similar ones. I pray that the aura will be with me tomorrow. If an impromptu speech can be concealed as one that is prepared, then tomorrow shall be THAT day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring back some memories..&lt;br /&gt;HT screwing up her interview by quarelling with Wong&lt;br /&gt;Randall plucking my hand hair while interviewing the councillors&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth will unacceptable hairstyle before interview&lt;br /&gt;Daniel drawing on his paper instead of listening to the interviewee's answer&lt;br /&gt;Eugene laughing his head off when they give a funny answer&lt;br /&gt;Me, smoking my way through, as usual =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;just a thought: This is what I saw today: ''When god created Adam and Eve,..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I was wondering why is God is small letters and Adam and Eve with the first word being capitalized? Since God created Adam and Eve, He should be greater than them isn't it? Ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116179018531085849?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116179018531085849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116179018531085849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116179018531085849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116179018531085849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-break-from-my-op.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116161981970000185</id><published>2006-10-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:10:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/s"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/200/s%27pore%20biennale%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows the life of a barbie doll. From young till old. Everything is kept in jars to ferment her ''dead'' body. It is morbid but it shows the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/s"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/200/s%27pore%20biennale%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can be created using pots and pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Biennale Exhibition 2006! If you do have time, please go and take a look. Here are some of the pictures I took. Some places do not allow photography. Pardon me for my lousy skills. I was in a rush. Cant seem to upload the rest. Another day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to rockclimb after that and then to Teen games meeting. We had new people coming in like the not-bad looking Joshua from Raffles etc. Uncle Ngiap Tai was as usual super funny and always suan-ing me. Uncle Lionel was as quiet. Aunty Boon Jun was as noisy. My theory, anyone in YFC who is old or married gets the name aunty or uncle. Right now, I think I'm about the only one that calls them uncle. LOL. Had a great time at meeting. More importantly, I learned a lot of things. These include the utmost importance of planning, dedication from team mates, communication between teams and HOW TO ORGANIZE for a LARGE scale event like in thousands of people. Teen Games is brought to you by Singapore Youth For Christ and it is coming in march and june 2007. Watch this space for more info.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It so sweet of you, LF, for telling me that you're going to NS.&lt;br /&gt;99 ways of thanking him..&lt;br /&gt;1. Laugh at him and not with him&lt;br /&gt;2. Gloat as I see the shine on his botah head&lt;br /&gt;3. Extort a treat from him&lt;br /&gt;4. Constantly msg him on the weather outside camp&lt;br /&gt;5. Remind him that he has to book in on sun night&lt;br /&gt;6. Smile as I see girls and he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;7. Update him on the latest serial and what he has missed&lt;br /&gt;8. Accidently blurt out that I am enjoying ice-cream at swensens&lt;br /&gt;9. Try to lend a listening ear when he is at camp&lt;br /&gt;10. Do everything from 1 to 9 another 11 more times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116161981970000185?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116161981970000185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116161981970000185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116161981970000185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116161981970000185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-shows-life-of-barbie-doll.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116152238630139969</id><published>2006-10-22T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:06:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JARS OF CLAY! New album out. Any sponsors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boulders hang tall as I throw a glance&lt;br /&gt;The curves, crevices, loops and holes&lt;br /&gt;I then look at puny little me at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Am I a conqueror or a coward?&lt;br /&gt;With a little help and encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;My feet lifts the ground to take the first step&lt;br /&gt;As my hands fit into the spaces above,&lt;br /&gt;slowly step by step I ascend.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I reach the summit&lt;br /&gt;Leave my imprint I must&lt;br /&gt;And coming down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;The familar place my feet shuffles on&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it again!&lt;br /&gt;For it never fails to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;Rockclimbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! Found another love. Blading. Long time since I used my blades. Thanks to Nerf, I fell. But thanks to him, I shall master hockey stop and power stop. My passion is up again. Salom course here I come! Salomon Motion 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You can feel love by doing what you love even without having others loving you.&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/32953110-116152238630139969?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116152238630139969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116152238630139969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116152238630139969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116152238630139969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/jars-of-clay-new-album-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116135969844099856</id><published>2006-10-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:54:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoopee. Ok. No more EMO sessions. Was not feeling very sane that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dear Little Wayne, I hope you're feeling better. Hope you like the dangy pop-up card with a virtually straight rainbow with the colour scheme mixed up and the balloons. Sorry, Han Jin and I aren't really experts in art. Thank Sharifah and Amaluna instead. We're glad that you're young so the card can be plain and simple with loads of pictures. Han Jin thought that you would laugh your head off if you were probably much older and both of us still designing a card for you. You probably would want to question our intelligience. Thank God! Anyway, on behalf of Sagittarius, I wish you speedy recovery! Partly so that your dad can come back and teach PE. I know you're probably too young to ever read this and I'll never get to see you cause your dad deems me as a dangerous person. Boo! I reckon you'll find out 'the truth' one day. Jia You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I get to be promoted. I got B B B D D U. Dang. I think you can jolly well guess what that U is. CHINESE. I have to and I will pass my chinese. Anyway for the other language, argghhh. I got a D for my GP. So sad. The subject that I love ( actually I love PE more ), but yes. I did badly. Time to hit the books and get my boyfriend back -- Mr Dictionary. Hopefully my summer test can pull my other subjects to an A (econs, hist, lit). IF you happen to have the same thinking, yes, I am a late bloomer. One thing's for sure, I need to practice maths. Daniel, you are my newly appointed tutor. In return, I will help you lose weight and be your love councillor. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing Tan Jean Siew as my name for my exam. When teachers mark, they can be biase. It will be good if they like me but bad as I suffer from a massive heart attack when I get my A level result. It will be diasterous if they dislike me for they may pinalize me for minute mistakes. Few teachers know me as Tan Jean Siew, so it is to my advantage as I will just be another ordinary name. Other than my chinese teacher (like duh!) and Mr Chen who likes to call me by that when marking attendance. It means compete for the best. I find it so APT! Unlike the original name my parents bestowed upon prematured little Cassandra, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BANANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That was what they wanted to call me. Goodness gracious! (sounds familar?) I thank God for my grandfather who rejected that name. Next up was Coco. NOOOOOOOoooOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Double relief. Imagine my face with these 2 names...Sorry, cant do it. I end up with Cassandra, the meaning of it in this temporal World is coming of disaster. Myth or fact, you decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;stream of consciousness: a character's continuous and random feelings and thoughts, using long continuous pieces of text without obvious organization or structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116135969844099856?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116135969844099856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116135969844099856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116135969844099856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116135969844099856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoopee_20.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116092031504861785</id><published>2006-10-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:51:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone once promised me that the day he will stop loving me will be the day when the seas stop touching the sand. Another someone once said that we'll always be friends but broke my hear the next day. All these memories live in East Coast beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go beach-ing again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go and fly kite. Watch the kite soar against the wind. Yearn for the similar freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Bring my salomon blades and learn the hockey brake. Skate backwards and watch everyone advance except myself. Attempt stunts without my guards. Fly hair fly and breeze past my face. &lt;br /&gt;smash, crash and burn into the sea. Swallow all of me till I see no one by the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Its time again of the year when I pour all my sorrows out and share the burden.&lt;br /&gt;Care to join? Do we feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this cartoon and it etches in my mind till today. It shows a man sitting by the jetty, shouting. Somewhere out there in the ocean, there is a signboard saying " no fishing allowed ". The words that come out from the man's mouth is man's sin. The no fishing allowed implies that once you surrender your sins to Him (the ocean), He will never rake them up again. He has forgiven me. This is why I so love the beach, I know I am wanted, forgiven, clean and loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116092031504861785?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116092031504861785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116092031504861785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116092031504861785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116092031504861785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/someone-once-promised-me-that-day-he.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116074979728315251</id><published>2006-10-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:30:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoopee. My results are coming out soon!! Sorry, have not been blogging. My com is down. Sigh. Suddenly, I miss it quite some bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Having so much fun after my exams other than the boring yet important PW. I guess I will only know if I get promoted next thurs. It seems like eternity. I failed my chinese. Period. Again. I shall start speaking in chinese. LIKE REAL. OK I've got a brillant plan. Start watching chinese dramas that have chinese subtitles etc. Yes, it sounds like a feasible idea. I shall start listening to JAY CHOU's songs more OFTEN. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to quite a bit of stuff like going back to GM, planning for school stuff, getting into the OGL group, ensuring SAGITTARIUS wins next year, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering. Have you put in so much effort in something so much so that you think you would do a good job? What if all the effort that I put in for Sagittarius doesnt pay off? Actually, I dont mind. At least when I look back after my leadership stint, I can smile and say I have done my best. I really like Mr Khoo, the mountaineer's talk. I want to climb mount everest; even before he spoke. Kenny Chen, on boh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's cool! Love PE! Love INNOVA! Whee...the Singapore Sports school friendlies with INNOVA. It was so much fun. The handsome, lanky, tan swimmer dudes, the extremely nice and big facitilies, the playground on the ground floor ( in which I wonder who it is for ), cheering for the teacher's in their soccer game, laughing, sweating and RUNNING! These memories will stay; making Innova more exciting each day. Open House is tomorrow. So EXCITING. I guess the hype and the level of excitement depends on how we look at it and I want it to be great. It shall be marvellous. I guess thats something we are all very fond of. It is to be 'fortune-tellers'. We tend to foretell what will happen even before the outcome is out. Think about it...explicit examples will only provoke your mind so much so that you mind not focus on things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116074979728315251?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116074979728315251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116074979728315251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116074979728315251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116074979728315251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoopee.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116014172751323150</id><published>2006-10-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:35:27.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today! ultra, uber FUN. There is no need for me to type in proper english orleali. LOL. My exams are finally over. OVER!! Finally, Mitchell will stop asking me daft questions like what will come out the day before the exams and the deaf Wei Xing who keeps asking me to repeat myself. Sandran! He finally finished reading the book for the first time before the exam. Boy, you should have seen the proud look on his face. Gulp. Although I know I still have the gruelling and most bothersome PW to finish and the LAST time I shall take CHINESE exams in my whole entire life, it is still a relief to finish one part of it. It is just like the symbolism of freedom linked to a tie. Everyday, one who wears a tie will look forward to the time when one can loosen the tie and take it off. It represents freedom somehow. Amazingly, you feel so much more relaxed after the tie is taken off. When the tie is worn every morning, it signifies the load of work you'll be getting when you get to office. No wonder, man with loose tie dont look neat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to my granny's house after my papers. YAY. She cooked 9 crabs for all of us to eat. Almost all my relatives were there. Each of us took a few lanterns and walked around the estate at Neil Road. I took a BARNEY lantern. SO CUTE. My brother took the circle shaped lantern that caught fire even before he stepped out of the house. GOSH, he is dangerous. My 3 aunts, 3 uncles, 2 cousins, my brother and I walked around the private estates. The people at the nearby coffeeshop were staring at us. My fattest uncle was carrying a PINK and HELLO KITTY lantern. My brother had to carry a PINK TRIANGLE lantern. How GAY. We were laughing and joking about what we would do if we saw our friends. Then we started to blow off each other's candles in the lantern. I didnt know Mid-Autumn festival can be so fun. After like 10 minutes of walk, we returned to the house. Because a few lanterns caught fire at their frontyard, we used the hose to spray the dirt away. MUAHAHA. Then thanks to my beautiful idea, almost all of them got wet. Yes and they all started to say that I am ingrateful for treating them this way. Man! I love my family. I know they might never read this. Oh well, maybe when I do pass away, someone please tell them about this. MY secret BLOG. ooOOooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116014172751323150?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116014172751323150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116014172751323150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116014172751323150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116014172751323150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-ultra-uber-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-116006116123827132</id><published>2006-10-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:12:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few more hours to the start of my final papers. Ok. I guess I'll be able to promote. LOL. I have that gut feeling. The confidence, the aura. I hope I'm not daydreaming. I love myself!! Adam Khoo style. Hwei Ting, Adam's subordinate, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to one of my bestie, cow dung, yesterday. This was what she said. She likes this guy. He is close to being the perfect one for her but the only flaw is that he doesn't like her. Ironic. Cheer up la. At least he treated you to the movies. Unfair! You want to go out with me and yet you dont want to pay, you dont allow me to pay. HOW? Any suggestions anyone? Not to mention she has to pay adult fare for travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend today made the girl he like, cry. CRY! So we were guessing why she cried. Apparently, she doesnt like him but she still cried when he made some hurtful remarks. He kinda stop talking to her for a while. He felt tired wooing her. We rationalized why she cried. We came to this wonderful conclusion -- We will never know. LOL. Guess she took him for granted. Come to think of it, I treated a guy for granted for a long, long time. I guess I am reminded again, not to take things for granted. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG SHOUTOUT to all my FRIENDS. THANK YOU! You're treasured by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-116006116123827132?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/116006116123827132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=116006116123827132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116006116123827132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/116006116123827132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/few-more-hours-to-start-of-my-final.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115979238627078270</id><published>2006-10-02T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:33:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY FAVOUTRITE ANALOGY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The moral:&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you are a lion or a gazelle. When the sun comes up, you better be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;running.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/32953110-115979238627078270?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115979238627078270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115979238627078270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115979238627078270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115979238627078270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-favoutrite-analogy-every-morning-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115979036128685244</id><published>2006-10-02T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:59:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew. 3 papers down. I have 2 more to go!!! I celebrated with Lisa and Sheryl today. Mini-celebration to congratulate ourselves. ECONS is over and so is the gruelling MATHS! I really do hope we will still stay as a class. I'm used to Lisa's nonsense, Sheryl's complains, May's frustrations, Darsha's attendance, Eugene's mouldy bag but not any more, Wai Chong's holey bag, Sharifah's poor malay, confusing Shi Ming and Shi Hui, kicking Yi Ting's bag, Ama's laughter, Jac's frantic hand gestures and many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If we do have to be disbanded. PUT ME IN SAGITTARIUS. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok. I have to go EOM-ing while HT goes mugging, Jasmine goes slacking, Daniel goes shitting, Randall goes eating and Kenneth goes losing. Anyway, happy children's day!! That's for yesterday. Yay! I can celebrate this every year, if fact every day for I am a child in God's Kingdom. Whoopee!! Nothing beats being in His Kingdom. WX jia you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115979036128685244?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115979036128685244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115979036128685244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115979036128685244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115979036128685244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/10/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115959050883768981</id><published>2006-09-30T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:34:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FACADE. MASK. oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGGHHh!! I suddenly hate the mask that I put on. Hey, I'll tell myself not bad. I really can disguise myself. I never liked opening up to people. I dont like relying on people; telling them that hey I need a listening ear. However, I like being the listening ear to others. I love it when I can tell how someone is feeling just by looking at her. I hope I am still apt at that. I love it when my friends rely on me. mad? me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a king, queen in the land of ablou. One day, the well was poisoned with chemical C. Anyone that drank it would become mad. Slowly, the people drank it one by one. It started to infect everyone. The king decreed to have all the best doctors to find out what was wrong, but they too drank that water. He ordered his soldiers to find out the cause of it and to no avail. Unknowingly, the soldiers got the disease too. The King came to a conclusion. His beloved people have gone mad and he tried all ways and means to keep them sane. The people then realised that the King was mad. They protested for his abdication. The Queen (always the smarter sex) found out the cause of it all. To solve the problem, the King and Queen drank the water from the well. On second thought, the people allowed the King to stay as they realised that he is sane now when everyone was actually insane. The King ruled with the smart Queen happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Am I mad or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even things that you never expect to hide behind the walls have things to keep. Today, I shall wash their dirty linen in public. If you have been an avid fan of nike, adidas and fila, I think you might be disappointed. When these companies can pay billions to advertise their brand on a soccer player, they pay their workers who are in SEA less than is expected. Lets say Nike. They pay their workers in US 30 times more in Asia. In Indonesia, they earn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$2.46&lt;/span&gt; a day. In Vietnam, they make $&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.60&lt;/span&gt; a day. In China, they make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$1.75&lt;/span&gt; a day. I think macdonalds pay more HOURLY. Hah. Adidas pays &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 euro&lt;/span&gt; a day. So the 11500 workers in Panarub factory earns 68 euros a month and have to depend on overtime to make ends meet. WOW. Fila pays&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;60 cents an hour&lt;/span&gt;. So what do they have in common, they abuse the workers in Asia. They get sexually abused, hurled with vulgarities and the conditions that they live in is worse than living in Singapore's zoo. I pay more than $100 and it cost the factories less than $5. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CAN SOMEONE PLEASE REMIND ME HOW MUCH THESE COMPANIES PAY TO SPONSOR FOOTBALL PLAYERS TO ADVERTISE FOR THEM?&lt;/span&gt; Never expect that they have facades too right? If you dont believe me, check the net. All information I got was from FACTIVA (reliable online journals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am MAD. As a consumer, I have the power of buying. What should I do? People say that whatever we study in school has no link to our lives. I got this from learning about Economics. I love what I study. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115959050883768981?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115959050883768981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115959050883768981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115959050883768981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115959050883768981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/facade.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115928933188150203</id><published>2006-09-27T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:48:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crossroads. Barricades. Traffic lights. Zebra crossing. Mud holes. Road construction.&lt;br /&gt;OBSTRUCTION!&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please enlighten me how I can encourage my dearest younger brother to study? Darn, he is smart but it stops at there. He is an obsessive computer user. Why do people have potential, don't see that they have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to loathe this guy. He was in my primary school. He is an extremely fast runner. He broke the national record in SWIFT for his division in primary school. Gosh. Everyone was envious of his talent. Down the road, he stopped running and changed to soccer. I was like WHAT! Can you imagine, people who have the talent still dont harness it and just let it decay and rot. Now that I think back, I guess if I loathe him, then I must hate myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once remember someone saying that I should not put a glass ceiling on the goals that I set for myself. I got a c6 for my chinese o level, first attempt. I really did not want to retake it again. Almost all the teachers were against it( my chinese really that bad meh?) Anyway, then he comes and encourages me to retake. He used to be like me, suck at chinese but he chose to retake. He copied the whole chinese dictionary. MADDENING! Now that when he looks back, he feels proud of himself that at least he tried again and can smile at look at his results. He only got an A2. On the next day, he shared that we shouldn't limit ourselves. His analogy was quite interesting. Assumingly you want to aim for an A1 but at B4, you put a glass ceiling there. So you can stand at your grade which is c6 and look up at the A1 that you aim for. But when you work towards it, you feel that it is impossible so you are stuck at the glass ceiling at B4. You can continue to aim for A1 but all you can do is look at it because you limited your potential at B4. It's quite abstract but I love it. Somehow I knew he was referring to me. At least no one knows. Eventually, I didnt retake. I do kinda regret. On the day of my results for o level's...he told me I could make it to JC if I wanted to before results were out. (shuush!) I was over the moon. I know he will NEVER happen to read this. Perhaps one day... So what is failure to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is failure according to the society's standard? Sadly, it has placed a stigma on people that those who do not match up to the qualifications that is expected of a job, you're a failure. Just recently, someone from class asked me what is my definition of meaning in life. To me it is to live to my fullest potential and to use the gifts that God has given to me. I dont think I have fully harnessed it, thats why I cannot loathe the runner. This classmate of mine said, it's terrible to retain and be in JC1 again. The someone above told me this again. If I have to retake then go for it. Because you will never know, this 1 year can change the 30 years that is to come. It is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a real testimony. My teacher Mr K. His name is censored. He retook his A level's about 6 times. He got into the habit of smoking for some time that affected his results. He didnt pass his O level the first time either. He was considered the dregs of society. No one wanted to hire him. To put it simply, he was useless, a failure. Finally when he got good grades for his A's, he went abroad to study. The first thing when he came back, he received calls from credit card companies, asking him to sign up with them. Mind you, its not only 1 company. He got stellar grades in fact. He was highly sought after. From a loser as sweaty man will say, to a high-flyer. Is society's definition of success definite? Today, he is a teacher and my daddy. (hint) Moral of the story: Dont get drenched in the society's definition of success or failure. If you want to see who has lead a successful life, go to Heaven and you'll know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115928933188150203?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115928933188150203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115928933188150203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115928933188150203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115928933188150203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/crossroads.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115894287673219706</id><published>2006-09-23T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:34:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/prefects%20day%20014.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/200/prefects%20day%20014.3.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/IMAGE_00022.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/200/IMAGE_00022.3.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that my parents were the proudest. I love you MOM and DAD. Yesterday was her birthday. Hah. Take the opportunity to thank..&lt;br /&gt;MOM for never nagging at me&lt;br /&gt;DAD for always supporting me&lt;br /&gt;Irritating brother for standing up for me when people said bad things&lt;br /&gt;Amanda for being ever so understanding and whacking the guys as they call me names since I cant take any action&lt;br /&gt;Esther for setting the best example I can ever have&lt;br /&gt;Chui Lin for running away when she sees me.LOL&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Hong for brightening up my day in class&lt;br /&gt;Tessa for not rebelling&lt;br /&gt;Amanda K for exclaiming oh shit everytime I come&lt;br /&gt;Bings for listening&lt;br /&gt;Poh Ling for having the longest skirt ever cos the bookshop aunty dont have any smaller size skirt for her&lt;br /&gt;v6 for always rebutting me so that I grow&lt;br /&gt;ALL for breaking rules, allowing me to learn invaluable life lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] I have to stop here. There is a gigantic flying cockroach thats irritating me. GROSS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115894287673219706?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115894287673219706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115894287673219706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115894287673219706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115894287673219706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-that-my-parents-were-proudest.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115894182511075494</id><published>2006-09-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:17:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY. Today, I went for IJC's parliamentary meeting. So fun. I really enjoyed it. I guess it would be much better if we were in an enclosed area or sitting closer to each other. A warmer and fuzzier feeling. A few jokers and me were saying that all Sagittarius members all will turn vegetarian because there is only a small majority that are vegetarians. Thus, they cant really commit one stall for them. Miss Lee for one will be extremely happy. We might have a chance of winning sports day. Veggie -- spinach makes you run fast!! Warped ideas. Suddenly, it reminds me of the legacy of v6. Let's bring that back. Whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/steppin%20down%20dae%20(V6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/steppin%20down%20dae%20%28V6%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee...Hwei Ting, Daniel, Randall, Jasmine and Kenneth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/P1010032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/P1010032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest bunch of peeps that the Lord has blessed me with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reminded of the times when I get so frustrated when jobs were not done, teachers having their pms, students going all up and cranky. Just a few days back, our school did a through check on the general appearance of the students. Many people were complaining as always the case. Sporadic fits of laughter did break out at certain times. Sometimes when people laugh at things, I really wonder if they really take it as a joke or it is a laughter of cynicism. My point, whats so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the next day, Miss Yeo checked the girl's skirts if they were acceptable by asking them to kneel down. This is not aimed at any SPECFIC people. My general thought is if you dont want to be humilated in this way(if thats how they feel), then dont break the rules. As simple as that. So dont complain when you break a school rule. In the first place, why break it? Is following the school rules really so difficult; not forgetting that IJ is giving us loads of leeway. I do break the school rules too and if there comes a time, I have to face the music, I shall willingly. Hah. Students complain blah blah but what is a school for? If one doesnt want to cut his hair, sorry, wrong institution. Republic Poly is on the other side. Pardon me. Hmm. Of course, are rules meant to be broken? YES. Thats why there is something called PUNISHMENT. Sharifah, can you let me paste your essay here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess many people might hate Mr Ng SK too. But I really admire him sometimes, not always. ;) He does his job in discipline well enough and that would imply that many would hate him for doing so. Let me take a stand in his shoes, how easy is it for a person to continue teaching, knowing that you've got a bunch load of students cursing at you? Who likes to do the "bad person" and one who has been doing that in sec sch, definitely not. Kudos to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, bless me with strength not to conform to the world. Time to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115894182511075494?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115894182511075494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115894182511075494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115894182511075494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115894182511075494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115857523508302344</id><published>2006-09-18T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:27:15.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/IMAGE_00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/200/IMAGE_00108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/IMAGE_00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/200/IMAGE_00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/IMAGE_00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/200/IMAGE_00106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            YAY! Today I got a card from Adora. :) Fatty fatty still delievered it to my doorstep. Eh so how much she paid you ah? Instead of FedEx, she use DanEx? Oh nerfy, please don't be jealous. Jie jie treat you to macdonald's ice cream ok. She still said Love you Babe, Take care, Adora. Let me remind you again that I am not lesbian. BUCK UP. If I really did steal her from you, then I think I'm doing a good job. Jia you!! Looks like I have to give you remedial lessons on LOVE. HAH! Oh man, how I love to taunt you. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115857523508302344?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115857523508302344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115857523508302344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115857523508302344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115857523508302344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-today-i-got-card-from-adora.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115837754548330117</id><published>2006-09-16T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:32:25.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, we may wear different clothes and speak&lt;br /&gt;different languages and have different customs,&lt;br /&gt;but we all fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;all want someone to hold and hug,&lt;br /&gt;to have a family, to be happyand successful, not to be afraid of the dark,&lt;br /&gt;to live a long time, die a good death, to be attractive&lt;br /&gt;and not to get fat, old or sick.&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter if we wear a suit, a sari or a grass skirt&lt;br /&gt;if deep down we all cry when we get hurt, laugh when we are joyful&lt;br /&gt;and our stomachs rumble when we are hungry?&lt;br /&gt;The veneer can be wiped away in a second and then&lt;br /&gt;we are all the same, all quite lovely, and quite quite human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of my close friend opened herself up to me. Yay. This is to you..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being here for me, allowing us to go to your house and sleep; making a big mess. For all the times when you quarrelled with me when I was too stuck up to see any flaw in the plans I had. For reminding me that not everyone is the way I think they are. For enouraging me and protecting me although your bones are fragile ( no link. LOL ) For always being so bubbly even though you have lots of troubles. For listening to all of our problems and taking the burden as if it was yours. I've always wanted to know what was up with you. After reading what you said, I was like, "no way. you're great, to me that is." Whatever it is, no matter how long, I'll be here for you. I care for you ok! I still need you around. I bet the rest still do. Hippo will need you around. The main message: YOU are important to ME. So I take this time today, instead of studying to tell you that I really appreciate you. Sometimes I just dont know how to say it and I dont want to miss this chance today. I thank God for you. If you want to know if you make a difference, you did in my life. I know you'll be reading. I LOVE YOU! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115837754548330117?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115837754548330117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115837754548330117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115837754548330117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115837754548330117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-we-may-wear-different-clothes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115815408946357619</id><published>2006-09-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:28:09.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went back to GM! yay! I met Miss Elizabeth Lim, Mr and Mrs Lian and Mr Kee. Enjoyed talking to them especially when I didnt go back for a long time. I decided to make a life size potrait for Miss Lim because from her office if she stands near the window, the classes on the ground floor. So when she stands up and gaze...students (observant ones) will SHOUT and get the class to quieten down. Stupidly, they say it so loudly that Miss Lim from her office can hear. I really dont know what SEC 1 kids are made of these days. Miss Lim...an extremely fierce VP but when you know her, its not so bad. HT can vouch for that yea. Arrrggghh. Can the holidays come quickly? I want to go and help Mr Lian with his prefects and PE capt camp. Jas, you're invited too. PROVIDED you can come. Whootss, I look forward to organizing it. It shall be very exciting. Anticipation!! Well, at least my brother will get to enjoy because he can use my stuff in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost daily, we eat sweets in class. BUT yesterday, we had a sweet bonza. SHERYL. Thank you for sharing with us your lovely sweets. I managed to get cream on her face and hair. Sadly, even after washing her hair, it still reeks of mango. How COOL. May was the smartest. She knew what I was going to do and she moved away at the right time. SMART. Lisa was not so fortunate. I cut her hair. I think I can cut well..paper that is. I can burn hair well. How about that?  Today, I am so proud of myself. I got 40 upon 60 for my chinese composition. Almost a direct translation from english to chinese. Well, at least I wrote the essay in english before. I wanted to bring it back to show Huang Da Ma but then, by the time I reached. TOO LATE. Another day then. I really didnt expect myself to write well. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerf, this is for you. You and your innocent look. I added in a few good words for you. And guess what? She knows who you are. You even managed to talk to her over the phone, thanks to me. Hey, shouldn't you be grateful. Ok you can treat me when daniel treats hwei ting. Thats for sure at least, almost. It's really amazing, how I can get to know her when the carnival had at least a few hundred people. You need counselling. Love advice from me. I give you cheap cheap. 50% discount if you sign up now. Best in Singapore and JB, some say Batam. Hwei Ting and Daniel, Lisa and Eugene, Siva and Darsha -- you have 1 month trial free. Sorry, May not included. You can afford it. Besides you have keefe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115815408946357619?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115815408946357619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115815408946357619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115815408946357619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115815408946357619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-went-back-to-gm-yay-i-met-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115789393095188265</id><published>2006-09-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:12:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/IMAGE_00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/IMAGE_00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was taken when I went to Melaka. My brother eating ice-cream. It looks disgusting right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pink and purple coloured ice cream is cotton candy flavour. The pink, yellow and white scoop of ice-cream is rainbow sherbet. On hindsight, I really dont know why I even dared to put it into my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I learnt another important lesson in life again!! My father was supposed to go back to the hotel in Melaka to collect his jeans, be that he left behind when he lead a group there. However, when the hotel management found his jeans, the belt that was with it was gone. The belt was from Australia. But the person that stole the belt did not realise that there was something more valuable than the jean itself.  The head of Security actually called it a black stone. It was a piece of  jade. My dad is a fan of jade so yes, don't ask me why it's there. Seem like the finer things in life are not always things that  glitter. Yes, the person that stole the belt was smart but a smarter move would be to take the jade and pawn it. It is worth at least twice the price. Remember, all that shine might not possibly be gold. Be smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/IMAGE_00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/IMAGE_00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Climb On Singapore!! It was quite fun to see all the handsome dudes with muscles attempting the routes at the rockclimbing carnival. The best about the carnival was that I made a new friend!! Adora from TPJC. This was how we met.&lt;br /&gt;  Apparently, when I walked to a route to check it out and I saw this girl smiling at me. I realised she looked quite familar. Thanks to Daniel. AHEM. She then introduced herself as Adora. oHHH!!! Well, she is in the same class as Daniel LIO!! I got her to call Daniel and Nerf. I found out that we some things in common like friends. She knows Adriel, Bao Zhen etc. We met before too at NISCC but the crowd was too large to recognise anyone. She loves rockclimbing!! Daniel, she is not in track and field. Your information is obviously outdated. Sorry, I spilt some of your secrets like you ran around in a skirt before. ooppsss. Yay. Although, I didnt really accumulate a lot of points for the carnival, at least I made a new friend. FUNKY! Nerf, you don't believe? Look here. Hey, I am faster than you. SLOWPOKE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115789393095188265?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115789393095188265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115789393095188265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115789393095188265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115789393095188265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-was-taken-when-i-went-to-melaka.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115773164428117746</id><published>2006-09-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:07:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went to mug!! Yay. I am going to complete my maths and econs mid course revision booklet. First time I feel so satisfied with myself after studying in JC  for so long. Well, then my next goal is to complete that vocabulary book that I have to buy for GP. Whootss.. so exciting. I hope the book comes in quick. Anyway, I studied with a hippo today. I found out that he has been reading my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!! All my secret admirers out there, please reveal yourself!! Don't go round secretly reading my blog and not leave a tag note. LOL!! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I owe the hippo a 1000 word long blog entry. Here goes... (I hope it doesnt bore you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hippo, this is a letter to you. I really do hope you will feel happier and comforted when you read this. This apparently is meant to lift your spirits up. Although I know you always bully me, not as bad as the bai ka (thats good), deep down I wanna thank you for being my friend. For walking halfway home with me( so loser!), for giving me the chance to be manly when you are suppose to PROTECT me( you know who I am referring to), for accompanying me to go mug( i think it is the other way round right? ). This next part is published for you. (Lisa, let me adopt your idea yea. Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippo...&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way flies love to stick to the dustbin&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way LH loves to buy branded goods&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love to touch stray animals&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way your mom loves to spy on you&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way QX loves green tea&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love forgetting where you put your bag ( when your bag got locked outside )&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love owing WX 80 pushups&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love do stupid things (I still remember trying my flying kick on you and I hit my bum)&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love to smack people with your racket when playing badminton&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way WX loves Adora&lt;br /&gt;I love you the you love to message people incessantly&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love to act gay&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way TH loves to buy new things&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way me and you love to take things from her house and NOT return&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way LH loves to pull my hand hair&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you dad loves to call you to do crappy things that includes coming home to look after him when you're out playing pool&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love to dance to music&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love to listen to soppy sad songs when you're out of love&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way kiasu Singaporeans love to rush into the MRT stations&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way Mrs Wong loves to rant at students&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way your mom loves to make bitter drinks for you when you are sick&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way I love to give you new nicknames&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way Steve Irwin loves crocs&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way Powerpuff girls love the professor&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you choose your clothes which are totally unglam&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way TH uses food to reach your heart&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love to watch dramas that only GIRLS will like&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way WX loves to pinch his pimples&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way QX loves to free load&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way you love to siam when I get you to do something&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way TH and you were TOGETHER!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you the way I love my other friends especially those I mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a lovely love letter to you which goes solely to you. Along the way, I disclose some of your dirty secrets. Especially TH. I hope you have a good laugh remembering all the crazy incidents. Darn, you really know how to torture me but well at least I dont have to blog about you in chinese. TH looks like you will win your swensen's treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to tell you is that I love you and you dont have to let those other girls bully you. Cause only I can. The way they treat you and talk to you, definitely isn't really good. Why degrade yourself? I can't bear to see you going through so much again. Since you said that you've been numb to the way they talk to you, but I know deep inside you feel hurt. Can you please let me go and bash them up? But hey, I here to remind you that you have friends that love you too and you dont need them. I know you've been through a lot of heartaches and why go through them more? Seriously, I really think you will lead a better life without them. Come on, you're not like the happy guy I used to know. Take it in your stride. I believe you will one day find the girl who will love you like the way she loves a prince.  Definitely not the way I love you or else you will go CRAZY. God has a plan for you and that is one of prosperity and hope. I am sure He has a life partner meant solely for you. Learn to trust in His timing and if it is not, leave it in His hands. Will the Lord who created the Heavens and Earth let a hippo like you have no wife? I don't know the answer myself for His thoughts are not my thoughts and neither are His ways my ways. But I know for sure He will take care of you and mend your heart. Like what WX will say, let your pocket rest ( when you always end up paying for them but never for me ). UNFAIR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, I glad to have you as a friend and dont feel sad if no one loves you because I will and I am sure the others will too. If you are sad, then we will feel sad too. Surely you don't want me to age quickly because being sad will make me look older. Spare a thought for me, hippo. I still want to get a boyfriend one ok. Don't deprive me of my youth. We care for you or else why would we go through so much and accompany you through thick and thin ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115773164428117746?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115773164428117746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115773164428117746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115773164428117746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115773164428117746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-went-to-mug-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115769280511410808</id><published>2006-09-08T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:20:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Innova is definitely not a place for muggers. Randall, thats why you should come here. Don't listen to that Sim Lee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying is definitely not my cup of tea. It is my cup of coffee. It keeps me awake in life. Studying allows you to keep your mind away from things you don't want to think about. Ironically, I have not been studying. I've been going to help at Singapore Youth For Christ in their rockclimbing activities as a facilitator. Boy! The kids are like crazy cows. Worse, the adults...I asked them how old I'd look like. The guesses came in at 20++. Do I really look that old? Then why is it when I want to rent M18 movies, they stop and check my ID. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise something too. When you are young, you tend to be more daring. These kids are all from primary schools yet they take up whatever challenge that I pose to them. Mind you, they are 12 years of age and below. Surprisingly, most of them do better than the secondary school programs. The same route and difficulty can be conquered by kids but not teenagers,  bearing in mind that teens have developed muscles and a height advantage. Well..Hanging out with these kids and talking to them really makes me laugh. Their cute antics and faces hypnotizes me totally! The debrief was even more interesting. The questions that I asked them to think about and their answers from the kids were more matured than the teens. My observation from doing all the rockclimbing courses. Perhaps my readers (YOU) would like to think about it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your belayer in life? Can he/she be trusted ALL the time?&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it, when you are climbing you dont seem to be able to see the available moves that you can take but your belayer can. You have no choice but to listen to your belayer because he can see much clearer than you can. You have to trust in him, hoping that it is the right move.&lt;br /&gt;Can you rely on your belayer's advice fully? Do you trust him enough to know what is the correct move? Are you sure that your belayer will hold you when you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who will you choose to be your belayer to run this race of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for this holidays, my life revolves around 3 things: mugging, rockclimbing and gospel sharing. I thank God for blessing me with talents. At least I don't have to time to think about things I don't wish to revel about. That's good. I'm so entrenched in activities that it doesn't boggle my mind. WHOOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115769280511410808?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115769280511410808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115769280511410808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115769280511410808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115769280511410808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/innova-is-definitely-not-place-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115756031622359255</id><published>2006-09-07T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:31:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the ROCKCLIMBING competition of the year. Perhaps the last one that is on this year... CLIMB ON SINGAPORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...should I go?? It's a rockclimbing carnival with loads of routes for you to choose from. You have a scorecard and you will queue to climb. Every route has points allocated. The one has the highest wins. DUH. However, from previous feedback, you queue an hour plus to get to do 1 climb. The extreme hard ones are 1000 over points which does not even have a single soul. Because...it is too hard. GOSH. I hope it is going to be fun. My studies.. ARRGGHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115756031622359255?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115756031622359255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115756031622359255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115756031622359255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115756031622359255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/rockclimbing-competition-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115755882477597505</id><published>2006-09-06T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:07:04.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kudos to the book Hwei Ting found!! Here's an excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not COVET your ideas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give away everything you know, and more will come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU will remember from school other students preventing you from seeing their answers by placgin their arm around thie exercise book or exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same at work, people are secretive with ideas. 'Don't tell them that, they'll take credit for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with hoarding is you end up living off your reserves. Eventually you become stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you give away everything you have, you are left with nothing. This forces you to look, to be aware, to replenish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the more you give away the more comes back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas are open knowledge. Don't claim knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not your ideas anwyay, they're someone else's. They are out there floating by on the ether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to put yourself in a frame of mind to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing off EastCoast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 4 friends sat lying on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the full round moon&lt;br /&gt;Each swamped in their own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The floodgates of emotion burst open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far and wide we look&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find an answer&lt;br /&gt;In desperation we find&lt;br /&gt;To our despair, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sustained by powers not my own,&lt;br /&gt;As on the tide of prayer&lt;br /&gt;Another’s love can sway me toward&lt;br /&gt;Some good that of myself I would not:&lt;br /&gt;Powerful, hidden to me,&lt;br /&gt;                  As the purpose which drives these great ships&lt;br /&gt;                                                 forward        &lt;br /&gt;Parting the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115755882477597505?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115755882477597505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115755882477597505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115755882477597505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115755882477597505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/kudos-to-book-hwei-ting-found-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115746679054029328</id><published>2006-09-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:34:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/Faith%204-2%20CG%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/Faith%204-2%20CG%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/Faith%204-2%20CG%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/Faith%204-2%20CG%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/Faith%204-2%20CG%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/Faith%204-2%20CG%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/1600/Faith%204-2%20CG%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7413/3611/320/Faith%204-2%20CG%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Gui Wen, Isabel, Bao Zhen and Xin Mei (clockwise) playing twister&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Zi Kang, half of Jin Xiong, Jason, Jia Hui and me (top clockwise down) sitting watching the rest play table tennis&lt;br /&gt;3rd: ZK, Eric, me, Jason playing twister countless times.&lt;br /&gt;4th: Lih Jing, Isabel, Kai Wen, Bao Zhen and Xin Mei ensuring that twister is a hard game to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a faith 4-2 outing this friday at the zoo!! Do we really have deprived childhood to this extent? =) Anyone inviting Mrs Kaan? Barry, dont drive her up the wall though. Darn. I wish to relive those days in GMSS. Especially when our prelims were over and the crazy things we did to destress. BARNABUS the dinosaur, the crazy maniac. Gosh. He was really irritating then but now I guess we kinda miss his nonsense. But come to think of it again...thinking about how he treated us when we had class chalet. Naww. Can I take back my words? The pictures were taken during the holidays. We got together at Sims Ville in the conference room to chill. Boy! It was fun. I remember Kevin drinking some concoction by the guys (Stanley is a girl so he's not included). It was a mixture of all the f&amp;amp;n drinks and the seasoning packet from mamee packet. GROSS. I can't believe he drank it. We'll have one of these gathering soon. Chalet's at the end of the year. I still have all our videos and pictures. Heaps of them. I'll burn them into discs. $10 per disc, any takers????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115746679054029328?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115746679054029328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115746679054029328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115746679054029328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115746679054029328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/1st-gui-wen-isabel-bao-zhen-and-xin.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115737834073547265</id><published>2006-09-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:28:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only guys were as direct as a signpost.&lt;br /&gt;Then I would not be going through so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;If only guys were as straight as rebonded hair&lt;br /&gt;Then I would not wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;If only guys were as handsome as the world's most handsome guy&lt;br /&gt;Then I would not be so confused.&lt;br /&gt;If guys were as devoted as flys that stick to the dustbin&lt;br /&gt;Then I would not be wandering.&lt;br /&gt;If guys were as courageous as the crocodile hunter&lt;br /&gt;Then I would not be playing the guessing game&lt;br /&gt;If guys were as sensitive as paranoid women&lt;br /&gt;Then I would not be typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just cant fanthom guys. I am glad I am not one of them. My ice kachang has melted. Beansprout princess where are you? Death, thou shall die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115737834073547265?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115737834073547265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115737834073547265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115737834073547265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115737834073547265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-only-guys-were-as-direct-as.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115720157604030588</id><published>2006-09-02T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:04:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! My holidays have started. For some, they'd be going to OBS. I do hope you guys will meet this instructer by the name of Kenny Leong. He's the coolest! A small built guy with an extreme sense of humour. I learnt never to judge a man by his size. He is ultra fit and does all the extreme sports like scaling mountains. CRAZY! I'll do that soon with Kenny Chen. (eh where are you?!) Oh man. I remember the time when I met him in National Camp. I was in Delta and it was taken care by the UG (Scouts). It is a camp where people from all 8 UG's come together and interact. It is something like an adventure camp only on a very large scale. It happens once in 2 years and it is a once in a lifetime exeperience. Let's see in Delta alone had 80 odd people. There were groups from Alpha to Hotel. 80 x 8 = 640. It was even featured in the newspapers! In Delta division we were sub divided into smaller groups. Dan Fu who is from Innova happened to be in the small group as me. What a small world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so glad that Sweaty Man, Mr Koh( self-proclaimed groovy dancer) and Mr Joseph Tan liked the present. My hard work is nothing compared to see them grinning. Boy, the pics were hilarious! I had one of Sweaty Man doing his favourite move -- he liked that the best. I had many of Mr Koh dancing moves which does not accomate to the title he proudly bestowed upon himself. Mr Tan and all his big smile pics. Okay. Call me biased. I didnt bother to do these for the other teachers. But they really bring joy to my days in Innova. Although sometimes they are really lame, its still funny all the same. The others, ah, THANKS. May, I do not look like him, even if I do, I am more handsome. I thought that when I come to a new school, I'll stop looking like some people. In GM, I look like Miss Sin or Mrs Lim Oi Leng. Even the graduates by looking at my picture at the Prefectorial Board share the same sentiments. In Innova, I look like the basketball teacher, Miss Chua and speak like Miss Lee MK. Glad these remarks die down. Somehow I dont get the resemblance. May, so do me a favour. Don't start another uproar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days....and I shall go back to type my econs essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115720157604030588?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115720157604030588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115720157604030588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115720157604030588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115720157604030588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-my-holidays-have-started.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115707944580507351</id><published>2006-09-01T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:13:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Teacher's DAY!! Man, I miss all the GM teachers. Sorry peeps, wasn't able to go back to GM yesterday because I ended school at 11.30. I still met up with a few of you at least. Darius with his Paul Twohill hairstyle, Barry always clinging with Claire and Rachel, Stanley still as XL as ever, Zi Kang and Darren looking rounder, Kenneth with his super long fringe(something he was unable to do in sec school), Jason showing off his House of the Dead 4 shooting skill, Kevin still as hungry and me!! I do hope to see more of our f4-2 people though. We'll be going to the zoo during the Sept hols. Do join us!! Contact Barry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! A big THANK YOU to everyone who help make Sagittarius so successful!!! We came in second!! Yesterday was the official ending to the interhouse competition. Although I do feel sore about being 4th in the Inter House dance, something in which I really think a lot of us put our efforts into, we managed to clinch second position still. 3 cheers for each of us. Perhaps life is just that. Things that won't go wrong will go wrong -- Murphy's Law. Well then, let's work harder and we shall come back as CHAMPIONS next year. Sweaty Man said he'll be waiting. We'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, v6 got together again without Randall and Jasmine (kinda). He is busy studying. Stayover at Hwei Ting's house!!! Jasmine, I do hope you learn your lesson eh! We had movie marathon. Kenneth just lost to China in Fifa on PS. Daniel is laughing like mad. Hwei Ting is mugging. I seriously wonder where her eyes are glued to. The television or the book. I wonder. Jasmine is fast asleep at home. And I am blogging here. We did have a heck of a fun time yesterday night when we chilled at Breeko followed by 2 hours of rotting at the National Library ( the wide space on the ground floor ). We did crazy things, shot crappy videos and played bridge violently. Aren't we forgetting that we are supposed to be studying for our promos? HT is in MJ, Nerf and Niao are in TPJ and me in IJ. Jasmine, don't sneer! Randall, we're glad you're not here. Kind of. Or else there would be no space on the floor for all of us to sleep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115707944580507351?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115707944580507351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115707944580507351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115707944580507351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115707944580507351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-teachers-day-man-i-miss-all-gm.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32953110.post-115660850378311890</id><published>2006-08-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:08:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear Jasmine. You wanna play pool? Did you improve? If not, dont waste money la. Ooppss. Eh I have special training. My ice-kachang. So, when can you ever stayover? Ah Ting needs your help to clear her fridge. She has too much junk that she cant finish by herself. Not forgetting she keeps buying more junk for her niece and nephew. What is left over ends up on her table. Ah Ting sounds horrible. Anyway, Hwei Ting cannot stay at my place. She needs her darling bed. Aren't we forgetting that we get free food and drinks and entertainment at her nice wonderful house? We shall ask her. She is embedded in work at MJ and AKLTG. Kuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's more interested in them than us. I really do hope you are reading this. I will invite you, Miss Siah Hwei Ting to read this. :] And I reckon you enjoyed eating with ah niao. Crappy guy. He doesn't want to study with me. He's single anyway. Remember, the way to a man's heart is his stomach. Wait a moment. Is ah niao a man? A bird? More like chicken little. I mean chicken big. Since he is fair and fat. Please dont tell him to read this. I am bound to get some punches much more painful than when he was out of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32953110-115660850378311890?l=cassmandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/feeds/115660850378311890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32953110&amp;postID=115660850378311890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115660850378311890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32953110/posts/default/115660850378311890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassmandra.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-jasmine.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
