<?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-2429445629204868440</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:27:58.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//do-not-open*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-2142191226006008312</id><published>2010-01-27T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:36:47.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>What defines success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha today's CLE session was quite cool for me, because 409 helped me to redefine the way I look at success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it monetary achievement? Coporate achievement? Friendship? Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going one big round to look at SUCCESS, I think that I would say I'm successful when I've managed to leave my imprint on another person's life. When I've made a difference to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, how successful can you be when you haven't impacted any change at all?&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-2142191226006008312?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/2142191226006008312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=2142191226006008312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2142191226006008312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2142191226006008312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2010/01/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-7670920501028759090</id><published>2010-01-21T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:19:05.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dash</title><content type='html'>The aftershocks of an earthquake are never easy to bear. Especially an emotional one. What we can say to ourselves is "Stay strong". But I think that this experience of death really taught me something: To treasure those around you (but still keeping a consecrated life) and try to make a difference while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem that Rachel shared with us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Dash Poem, by Linda Ellis&lt;br /&gt;I read of a man who stood to speak&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral of a friend&lt;br /&gt;He referred to the dates on her tombstone&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noted that first came the date of her birth&lt;br /&gt;And spoke the following date with tears,&lt;br /&gt;But he said what mattered most of all&lt;br /&gt;Was the dash between those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that dash represents all the time&lt;br /&gt;That she spent alive on earth.&lt;br /&gt;And now only those who loved her&lt;br /&gt;Know what that little line is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it matters not how much we own;&lt;br /&gt;The cars, the house, the cash,&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how we live and love&lt;br /&gt;And how we spend our dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think about this long and hard.&lt;br /&gt;Are there things you’d like to change?&lt;br /&gt;For you never know how much time is left,&lt;br /&gt;That can still be rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could just slow down enough&lt;br /&gt;To consider what’s true and real&lt;br /&gt;And always try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The way other people feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be less quick to anger,&lt;br /&gt;And show appreciation more&lt;br /&gt;And love the people in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Like we’ve never loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we treat each other with respect,&lt;br /&gt;And more often wear a smile&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that this special dash&lt;br /&gt;Might only last a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when your eulogy is being read&lt;br /&gt;With your life’s actions to rehash&lt;br /&gt;Would you be proud of the things they say&lt;br /&gt;About how you spent your dash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thought-provoking.&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say, I really love everyone who's been in my life these 16 years. Sounds fake and overly-cheerful right? Somehow, despite the hurt or anger I've felt these years, somehow, everyone whom I've met before shaped me in ways I can never describe. Especially my BFFs and GFFS, who I can count on to make me laugh despite my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A virtual hug for whoever's reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-7670920501028759090?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7670920501028759090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=7670920501028759090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7670920501028759090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7670920501028759090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2010/01/dash.html' title='The Dash'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-7610750440076567115</id><published>2010-01-13T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:08:41.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say a BIG THANK YOU to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron,&lt;br /&gt;Grace Ooi,&lt;br /&gt;Geena,&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine,&lt;br /&gt;Ben and&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lydia too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-7610750440076567115?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7610750440076567115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=7610750440076567115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7610750440076567115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7610750440076567115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-wanted-to-say-big-thank-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-2155462634827180988</id><published>2009-11-19T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:56:16.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodiaaaaah</title><content type='html'>Haha two more days to flying off for Cambodia. XP&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's technically 40 more hours, because we'll be staying overnight at school on Saturday, then reporting to the airport together as a team at FOUR AM on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm experiencing anxiety right now. The mentors got everyone to say their current feelings and the words that kept popping up the most were 'tired', 'anxious' and 'excited'. It was really surreal saying that we were going to fly off to Cambodia THIS sunday. That shows how close we are to leaving Singapore! On one hand I'm really happy because the entire year's hard work has boiled down to this next two weeks and we're finally going to see the results of our planning and discussions and team meetings. We'll get to help the Cambodians, we'll be painting the murals for them, we'll be serving them. On the other hand, I know I'm going to miss Singapore terribly, especially a certain person. It's going to be hard knowing that I can't talk to that person every single night. I'm going to have withdrawal symptoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I really want to go Cambodia because I know that we'll bond as a team. In fact, we've bonded quite alot over this whole year. I really love my GLT comm members- Denise, Gloria, Tina, Zerline and of course, Grace Ooi. I know that we werent' very bonded at the beginning of the year, being work-focused and all, but as the year progressed, we went out for more and more comm lunches (YAY SHILIN) until we've come to the point where it'll be weird to not have GLT work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've said alot and I still have finance stuff to settle so I better zoom off now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-2155462634827180988?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/2155462634827180988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=2155462634827180988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2155462634827180988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2155462634827180988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/11/cambodiaaaaah.html' title='Cambodiaaaaah'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-2992412398747105277</id><published>2009-11-16T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:20:19.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>je t'aime</title><content type='html'>try reading this for yourself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est possession vraiment étrange par guy' ; main de s. bien, je ne dirais pas étrange, parce que je l'ai apprécié. Il ne juge pas que dégoûtant quand il est quelqu'un vous aimez désormais beaucoup. faites- confiancemoi. il y a ce sentiment brouillé chaud et vous vous sentez juste heureux partout. aujourd'hui était un jour impressionnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-2992412398747105277?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/2992412398747105277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=2992412398747105277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2992412398747105277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2992412398747105277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/11/je-taime.html' title='je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-6636897466491778359</id><published>2009-11-11T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:45:27.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from wherever we belong</title><content type='html'>School's really slack right now. The teachers transported the entire sec 3 cohort to Eng Wah cinema in Toh Payoh to watch My Sister's Keeper (wow so many caps in just one sentence). They booked 3 theatres for us! Hahah it would have been fun, since the entire cinema was filled with girls wearing pinafores, but there was also ACS (J) in another theatre. I tell you, someday, the government should ban rich kids from populating just one school. I mean, the little boys were queuing for popcorn and nachos and the queue stretched for miles, and miles, and miles... and miles - well you get my point. Hahah where do they get all the money from? When I was their age, I don't think I had enough money to buy stuff yet! I was still at the stage of bringing packed food to school &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the queue was so long that we almost gave up and were resigned to the fact that we'd just have to watch a 2 hour long movie without any food. Luckily, Smrithi, Sam C and I decided to go downstairs where there was another concession stand and buy our nachos (YAY) from there. I think we took about half an hour to get our food, but the movie hadn't started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie started, it was obviously meant to be a sentimental tearfest. Almost the entire theatre was sniffing. I almost cried at all the sad bits, and even some of the happy bits, but haha *some* people were so anticlimax! Hahaha at the bit where Kate went to the beach, Brian wrapped her in a towel so that she won't catch a cold. It was supposed to be all touching, but guess what PX said: "She looks like Darth Vader"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Hahah. I love my classmates. They're all so.. so.. (let's just leave the adjective blank here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, it's our one month anniversary on 5th Nov. I won't say which anniversary and for what, but it's a very nice anniversary :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-6636897466491778359?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/6636897466491778359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=6636897466491778359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6636897466491778359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6636897466491778359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-from-wherever-we-belong.html' title='Back from wherever we belong'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-7376898740078994764</id><published>2009-11-05T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:46:44.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff.</title><content type='html'>Got a bad case of post-exam blues. No, not really depression, just the flu cos I got caught in the rain on Monday. It's been raining everyday and I just stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I miss my sis ALOT. I'm not going to admit it in front of her (:P) but I do miss her. No one to whine at and no one to talk to. She's sleeping over at my cousin Bryan's house and she's coming back tomorrow. Speaking of which, tomorrow Mindy, Michelle and Melissa are coming over to sleep over! Hahah I don't know what we're going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Hope the flu bug doesn't bite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-7376898740078994764?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7376898740078994764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=7376898740078994764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7376898740078994764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7376898740078994764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/11/sniff.html' title='Sniff.'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-4419974770942408772</id><published>2009-10-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:29:34.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smiles don't have to be shown on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got back the year 3 GPA results today and guess what's my 2009 GPA?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;3.94!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope that this is the final GPA and not just a hoax, because I don't want Dr. Sakhar coming back to me and then telling me:" Yuqing, I'm so sorry, but we had a technical error and actually your GPA is only 3.5. I'm sorry, but we'll have to kick you out of this school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I did it, because I'm not the type who would whip out their calculators and then start calculating feverishly their GPA even before the papers are out. I mean, don't have to be so kiasu! Just do your best for the paper (even if it involves hardcore mugging) and then when the results are out, just pray to God to lead and guide you. So when we had to check against our overall scores today, I just looked, but I had no idea whether they were correct or not. Hope they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like a schizophrenic. One part of me wants to be that supremely smart person who gets all the answers correct and always does well for any kind of test. On the other hand, I want to be that funky and popular gal who is so cool and relaxed about everything. And lastly, I want to be that loyal prefect who is serious about her work and never rests. Of course, I want to be sporty and athletic too! I have a little bit of everything, just a tiny weeny bit. Sometimes the mugger in me dominates my personality, sometimes I'm just that laidback girl who's confident of herself. I just wish that I could even them out, or find the skin I'm MOST comfortable in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll just end up in a mental institution when all these sub-personalities collide :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-4419974770942408772?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/4419974770942408772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=4419974770942408772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/4419974770942408772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/4419974770942408772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/10/smiles-dont-have-to-be-shown-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-4283892027457352532</id><published>2009-10-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:20:28.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you say nothing at all</title><content type='html'>Less than a month to leaving for Cambodia! Really stressed right now, but I think that GLT can do it. I just wish Grace had more faith in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had First Aid refresher course today, which was cool, but I don't think we were paying alot of attention. One thing I've learnt is that actually, saving someone's life is extremely taxing, because you'd have to be carrying the plastic sheet to place on his/her mouth, as well as a pack of bandages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if you have a loose jaw right now, or you just slashed your wrist while playing with knives (????) I'd be able to save you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids would you like when you grow up? I think I'll like two. Well, at least it has to be an even number. Don't want the middle-child syndrome to act up! Aaron says 11, but hahah no way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-4283892027457352532?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/4283892027457352532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=4283892027457352532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/4283892027457352532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/4283892027457352532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='When you say nothing at all'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-1778244973944883353</id><published>2009-10-23T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:52:35.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>This is just a thank you post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that special someone who you can call up anytime and chat about random things like lizardphobia. Thank you for primary school friends who you can just spring totally unexpected surprises on and then not be too overwhelmed. Thank you for above average results. Thank you for doctors who invented panadol. Thank you for color pencils. Thank you for crazy secondary school friends. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-1778244973944883353?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/1778244973944883353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=1778244973944883353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/1778244973944883353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/1778244973944883353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-944726668794566142</id><published>2009-10-13T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T04:46:38.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three letters</title><content type='html'>Three letters, one syllable: y-a-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the last exam ended today! Geog RA paper, and only 16 of us were taking it in one classroom. Of course, the Math RA people were also taking their exams, but that's not counted right? Anyway, we Geog RAers came to school quite early even though the exam was only at 10.30am and we spent the time crapping, fretting and mostly laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, immediately after the paper ended and the post-EYA highness subsided, I went to the PB room to have the Feedback Finance meeting. Finally! I postponed it twice, once because of holidays, the second time because we had Waddle cheerleading. I've been wanting to have this meeting since the end of Term 3, and today we finally met up to discuss about what Finance could improve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really anxious/excited about being Finance Head next year... I hope I do a good job. Most importantly, cos Finance is the backing of the Board, I hope that everything goes smoothly next year. I think that we should work on the service aspect next year, train them to be willing workers. Liqi, you left big shoes to fill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off for prayer meeting now. Wan Hui asked me to go, and this is the first time I've said okay! Last time, because of schoolwork, I wasn't allowed to go. Hope that the time spent there tonight will be spiritually fruitful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-944726668794566142?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/944726668794566142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=944726668794566142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/944726668794566142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/944726668794566142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-letters.html' title='Three letters'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-8358881814668553672</id><published>2009-10-09T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:14:28.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inefficiency is not good</title><content type='html'>Instead of studying, I spent half-an-hour changing the blogskin on my blog! Haha and in the afternoon, I slept for 2 hours.. Really inefficient today ;/  Samcheong says that the signlanguage for efficient is two fists driving forward. And the sign for lazy is moving your fingers shaped in an L sign across your forhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I guess it's because I think that I have two whole days to study Physics (which I know is not true because there are so many other things to do as well and Physics is my lousiest science) but I just don't have the pressure to start studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm going to have to wake up really really early tomorrow to start on the proper revision. Nothing's going into my head tonight.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Aaron it's your fault)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-8358881814668553672?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/8358881814668553672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=8358881814668553672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/8358881814668553672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/8358881814668553672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/10/inefficiency-is-not-good.html' title='Inefficiency is not good'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-6041413382180873993</id><published>2009-10-03T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:52:39.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Songs</title><content type='html'>are very good for de-stressing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is playing the whole repertoire of Disney songs for my cousin Zac to listen to. Under the Sea; Beauty and Beast; Kiss Da Girl; Belle: you name it, I'm listening it to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha very nice ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-6041413382180873993?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/6041413382180873993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=6041413382180873993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6041413382180873993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6041413382180873993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/10/disney-songs.html' title='Disney Songs'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-6792814503069548896</id><published>2009-09-30T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:14:46.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamnbattehhhh</title><content type='html'>Haha Dionne told me yesterday that 'ganbatte' is actually pronounced as 'ganmbatte'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANBATTEHHHH YUQING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, this reminds me of Yoshi, Yudai, Gen and Tomi :( I still miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first exams are in about 20 hours time and I don't feel extremely prepared yet. The papers are English Paper 2 and HCL Paper 1, which I'm not very good at. I know that I'll do bao zhang bao dao no matter what, but I think that they'll set a 'cuo shi' question for us, which I don't really like. Gotta learn new terms, new words, new paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for English Paper 2, I'm really nervous about it, as my compre skills and summary skills aren't very good. It's kinda obvious from this post that I always make my sentences awfully long. Oh well, I've been practicing, so I hope that tomorrow's paper will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-6792814503069548896?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/6792814503069548896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=6792814503069548896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6792814503069548896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6792814503069548896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/gamnbattehhhh.html' title='Gamnbattehhhh'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-1027133956821515538</id><published>2009-09-27T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:42:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you, my dear friends</title><content type='html'>It's 12.40am now, almost a week from the farewell dinner we had for IESO 2009. I don't have enough time to express all the heartfelt sadness now but I really really want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome knowing so many people from so many different countries, and not just as normal acquaintences, but as true friends who know that whenever someone is in need, we'll try our best to help each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-1027133956821515538?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/1027133956821515538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=1027133956821515538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/1027133956821515538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/1027133956821515538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-you-my-dear-friends.html' title='Missing you, my dear friends'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-2450955796055930336</id><published>2009-09-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:22:36.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s.t.o.p</title><content type='html'>Term 4 starts tomorrow. Well, this marks the start of my EOY HIATUS.&lt;br /&gt;Reduced blogging&lt;br /&gt;Reduced smsing&lt;br /&gt;Reduced internet time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the net or the phone is required for necessary and sufficient work for the preservation of exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU JIAYOU yuqing, because you know that whatever happens, you cannot do badly in exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll work hard, try my very best and pray very hard that i won't be distracted by facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-2450955796055930336?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/2450955796055930336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=2450955796055930336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2450955796055930336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2450955796055930336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop.html' title='s.t.o.p'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-3586616904125318509</id><published>2009-09-13T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:34:56.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up up we go</title><content type='html'>Somehow, there's an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I can't seem to be a good testimony as a Christian to others around me. I try my very best, but sometimes I just succumb to the temptation and take part in uber-worldly activities ;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that people will call me a hypocrite behind my back, saying that I talk about Christian values blah, but I still break the ten commandments. It's really hard to tell myself that: HEY this world is only temporal, you have to focus on the higher things (literally) and make yourself pleasing to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to be a cool teenager and a devout Christian at the same time. Okay, it's hard for me. I look at Wanhui, at Chisin and at Joan, they're all able to be pleasing in the eyes of men and in the eyes of the Lord, but I can't seem to be able to do it. Jesus, during His time on earth as the Son of Man, he wasn't an (quote) antisocial religious freak (quote). Rather, he was pleasing to men and pleased His Father as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, please teach my Thy ways and help me to be more like you. I want to walk in Your footsteps. Please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-3586616904125318509?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/3586616904125318509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=3586616904125318509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/3586616904125318509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/3586616904125318509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-up-we-go.html' title='Up up we go'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-5252500775443478701</id><published>2009-09-11T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:12:52.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots.</title><content type='html'>Had the weirdest dream last night, woke up today with a throbbing headache! gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay here's how it went: Dreamt that we were celebrating my ahma's birthday at wild wild wet. It's her birthday this weekend, but what are we doing celebrating it in downtown east? haha. anyway, all the cousins were playing hide and seek and running about, chasing each other among the slides. so, I run to catch corryne, but when I turn past the next water slide, I suddenly see yangyi and yangtong step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wha-what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;yangyi: we're actually you're longlost cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the next part of the dream is where everyone acknowledges the yangs as part of the thng family, which is extremely funny, as it involves my ahgong kissing and hugging his dad, and my da-gu dancing around,but that's not the point. In my dream I was still figuring out why it had to be yangyi and not some other person. well, at least it's not mr A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then here comes the next weird part. yangyi suddenly asks me: 'do you want to know who my girlfriend is?' (;o) AND HE TAKES OUT HIS HANDPHONE AND shows me who smses him regularly. WHAT? what are we doing checking his regular chat buddies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of sudden, his handphone rings. guess who's calling? my kindergarten buddy, Joan. she's getting married! and she wants me to be her bridesmaid. of course that' good, but why does she have yangyi's contacts? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help!! what am I doing having such a weird dream? tsk. gotta blame lingyue and elaine for talking about his girlfriend. the mysterious girl who nobody knows about. tcha. what if it's all a hoax? ahhaaaha yangyi's going to keel me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay finally got it off my chest. hope mr yang doesn't see this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-5252500775443478701?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/5252500775443478701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=5252500775443478701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/5252500775443478701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/5252500775443478701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/dots.html' title='Dots.'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-5769596636549933032</id><published>2009-09-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:23:20.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Just felt like typing today.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are supposed to make you feel more relaxed right? WRONG. The government gave us school holidays, but I can't seem to slow down! Everytime I want to watch TV, or facebook, or read, there's this nagging feeling in the back of my head reminding me about unfinished stuff, like packing for Taiwan, or meeting up with Finance. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, at least there are two class outings tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying off to Taiwan in 4 days time! Nervous and yet excited at the same time. I have been reading up for the competition, but I still feel like I'm lacking the sufficient knowledge. :( Jonathan says to go to Alishan to look at the sunset/sunrise, but haha we can't even go to the night market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's in Taiwannnnn:) My first time to Taipei and my first trip without my parents. Can't wait to see what it's like! Hope I manage to spot some Taiwan celebrities, or eat their famous food! Haha someone told me to eat their chou dou fu, but I think I'ld rather pass. Can't wait to meet the other international delegates as well! Lanqiao says that there's a French delegate. Bonjour, j'mapelle Yuqing, et tu? Hahahaha. Thankfully Shinny is going too, and we're rooming together. It's nice to have a 309er around! Somemore it's ShinHuoy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I doubt anyone who reads this will know what I'm babbling about. Thankfully everyone thinks my blog is dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-5769596636549933032?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/5769596636549933032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=5769596636549933032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/5769596636549933032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/5769596636549933032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-7807268138838174888</id><published>2009-09-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:47:48.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Phuket!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Phuket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a family reunion for my mother's side (the Ng family) (yeah haha my dad is thNG and my mom is Ng. They were made for each other) and so all my cousins were there. It was kinda cool, being the eldest there. I'm 15, my sister is 13 and the next oldest cousin is 7. I'm not the type who goes gaga over little children, I don't coo over them, but I think playing and talking to little kids are cool. They tell you interesting stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learnt from staying with so many babies is that don't restrict the number of people your baby interacts with. It just makes them scared of people. Not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-7807268138838174888?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7807268138838174888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=7807268138838174888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7807268138838174888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7807268138838174888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-phuket.html' title='Back from Phuket!'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-3500576842450208244</id><published>2009-09-05T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:42:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite?</title><content type='html'>I hope that I don't sound like a self-righteous person, always going on about God.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I want to be the kind of person who inspires others to look to God through her actions, and not like a Pharisee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be something like Chi Sin. A quiet but respected person who walks in the footsteps of the Lord. He seems so peaceful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be someone who people whisper about and call her a hypocrite. Not that I've heard anyone call me that yet. Just that I just read about a preacher who was so self-pompous that in the end everyone just ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I am showing others that I am a true Christian and bringing others to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-3500576842450208244?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/3500576842450208244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=3500576842450208244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/3500576842450208244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/3500576842450208244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite?'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-7915761064510527880</id><published>2009-09-05T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:38:57.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so hip-hip-happy</title><content type='html'>Today, my day was really good. You know, the kind of days where at the end of the day you end up humming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Practiced the songs I had to play for YF later on in the night. Not very good, almost became frustrated because I was nervous that I would play wrongly later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm: Went for table tennis. Saw Celine, Amanda, Elaine and others from fencing. I think Elaine wasn't too happy to see me. Played quite well for table tennis, felt energised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30-4.40pm: Had physics tuition.. Still don't get moments though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-10pm: Went for YF. Today was great. I think the message really applied to me, because it talked about not forsaking the Sabbath day just because of exams. Sometimes my mind is on the upcoming tests, so I may not concentrate fully during church, but this message served as a wakeup call for me.&lt;br /&gt;and Mr A talked to me:) ahaha I hope yangyi sees this because only he knows what I'm talking about! He talked to me! loads! And smiled at me! Flying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm: Came home and Dad told me that he had bought a laptop for me! :D So surprising! You see, I'm flying off to Taiwan in a week's time, and during that time, we're encouraged to bring our personal computers so that we can email our teachers and check our progress etc etc. So, I tried to use this as another reason why I should have a laptop. I didn't know that my parents would actually relent! It was a surprise to reward me for doing well in the term 3 exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we all moan and groan about how sad and tiring our lives are. Some things that weren't that bad could be exaggerated to become huge storm clouds over our heads when we feel like grumbling. But then, if you choose to look for that silver lining, what comes after that terrible storm could be one the most beautiful rainbows you could ever see. Praise the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-7915761064510527880?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7915761064510527880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=7915761064510527880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7915761064510527880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7915761064510527880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-hip-hip-happy.html' title='I&apos;m so hip-hip-happy'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-4025568466219636286</id><published>2009-09-04T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:27:10.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>309 for the way</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday 309! Haha I know I'm posting this on 05-09-2009, but anyway, a late post is better than nothing at all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that 309 is really awesome, and I mean it. Somehow, there haven't been any major catfights in our class yet, which is really good. Somemore we were all from different sec 2 classes and yet we managed to do so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I really hope that in time to come, we will take more initiative to foster the class spirit. Right now, no one is ra-ra about our class. We're all quite calm. No extremists yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy!maria!shuwen!shinhuoy!yinxin!samhalim!sarah!christabel!smrithi!sownd!chenyin!wenqi!kelly!seeyoon!pj!ankhue!aurelia!mingze!ruolei!claudiatong!amanda!peixuan!claudiachew!averill!samc!charmaine!siying!grace!jiayi! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-4025568466219636286?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/4025568466219636286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=4025568466219636286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/4025568466219636286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/4025568466219636286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/309-for-way.html' title='309 for the way'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-2513200174991479139</id><published>2009-09-02T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:44:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supergurl</title><content type='html'>What kind of superpower would I choose to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm kinda stuck between loads of different cool powers. I mean, everyone has really cool superpowers right? Here's my TOP FIVE SUPERPOWERS list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;The ability to morph&lt;br /&gt;Haha you know that blue lady in X-men? The one who can assume any physical physique? Okay fine I know it won't really help in any scenario (unless you want me to turn into Barack Obama)but I think it'll be really cool if I could control my physical self. You know how I keep ranting about how fat I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;The ability to transportate&lt;br /&gt;This power I'm not 100% sure yet. Is it useful? But it'll be cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;The ability to heal&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not only self-healing, like the cheerleader in Heroes, but to also heal others, like the little boy in Heroes who can fix everything he lays his hands on. Wouldn't it be great if we could just heal ourselves after a heartbreak? But I think the most important thing is to heal others. I keep going on about wanting to become a doctor, but haha with this power, I can immediately graduate, go to Africa and heal the AIDS victims. Or just stay here and give the other doctors a run for their money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;The ability to control emotions&lt;br /&gt;Like Jasper!Have there been times where you just feel like making everyone less dao and snapping them back to life? Wanting them to be happier? Or less tense? If only we could control the mood in a room, like the temperature of the air-con. This way, the international delegates would stop fighting and Bush wouldn't have attacked Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;The ability to read and control minds&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to just stop at the level of Edward, but I want to reach the stage of JEAN GREY/GRAY.Edward can only read people's minds, and he can't even control when he wants to listen. On the other hand, Jean Grey can probe right into her targets' minds, reaching into their past. She can also mindcontrol objects and levitate them! Wouldn't it be mindboggling to be able to 'push' people into thinking what you want them to think about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your chosen superpower be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-2513200174991479139?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/2513200174991479139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=2513200174991479139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2513200174991479139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2513200174991479139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/supergurl.html' title='supergurl'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-602997685305637914</id><published>2009-09-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:07:09.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to My Slippers</title><content type='html'>An Ode to My Slippers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what great slippers ye are&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I first saw ye&lt;br /&gt;And knew ye were rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day&lt;br /&gt;Of the table tenniseth competition&lt;br /&gt;And MZ had droppeth the drain on meh (may)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had broken me toe&lt;br /&gt;And needed slippers for me cast&lt;br /&gt;So I went shoppingeth with woe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I saw ye in the shop&lt;br /&gt;And went in to buy&lt;br /&gt;And you weren't too pop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought ye&lt;br /&gt;And had you for five years&lt;br /&gt;Ye are still not too small for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye are not OP&lt;br /&gt;Nor Reebok nor Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Ye are some random bop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love ye&lt;br /&gt;with all me heart&lt;br /&gt;So I wish I would not dirty ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ode to My Slippers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-602997685305637914?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/602997685305637914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=602997685305637914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/602997685305637914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/602997685305637914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-my-slippers.html' title='An Ode to My Slippers'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-7024959686988103901</id><published>2009-08-31T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:27:19.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The happy memories</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have so so many things to think and reflect about! I realise that I don't really talk about the day in my posts, but I'd rather think through my actions and write about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went back to PHPPS after Teachers' Day. I stayed back to help with the OSL fundraising, because I felt really bad if I just went back to PHPPS just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, today I felt really happy and yet reminiscent at the same time. Sometimes I felt as though I was being too loud and crass and I hope that no one thought that I was being action-kia.Like I was trying too hard to be happy and cheerful for the sake of my old primary school friends. Somehow, I was trying to break the ice, but then when I look back at the way I talked and walked, I reminded myself of those overly enthu people who seem so fake. I really hope I wasn't like that. I think I was just trying too hard to seem like the social butterfly, integrating everyone together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and again, I always tend to be extra hyped up when I meet people I know and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm today meeting old Ch6 people was cool:D Everyone looked so pretty and handsome. It looks like we're really growing up! Almost everyone in a co-ed school has a bf/gf already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever stay in touch the way my father still hangs out with his secondary school mates. They hang out every Chinese New Year and it's become such a tradition that without fail, every CNY it's a stated fact that we'll definitely be going to a gathering with his old friends! I really hope that will happen for Ch6'06 as well! Will it? Right now, we've already lost some people for good, like we can't even contact them anymore. Were their p6 memories that horrible until they don't want to meet up anymore? I really hope that one day, there will be this gathering where the attendance rate is 100%! That will be my sweet sixteen wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my old classmates, I realised that as one grows into a teenager, looks are everything. Everyone is trying to attract the opposite gender. Even though I tell myself that being a Christian is more important, that it's the inner beauty that counts, I sometimes can't help paying extra attention to my wardrobe it we're going out. Tsk tsk Yuqing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-7024959686988103901?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7024959686988103901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=7024959686988103901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7024959686988103901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7024959686988103901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-memories.html' title='The happy memories'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-786883813713126296</id><published>2009-08-30T05:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:10:06.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday :)</title><content type='html'>So many people with birthdays this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;Hey there tablemate, happy belated birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes we have -.- periods of silence where we both feel like nerds but I know that there are alot more times when we had random out of the box conversations about stuff. Hope you had a great birthday but even more so, a wonderful 15th year ahead. Don't worry, you'll always be NUMBA ONE in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yangyi:&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Aunty Yang! Thanks for the relationship advice yeah, but it didn't work out. Even though we're in different schools now and have different hobbies (you-chasing girls; me-studying)I'm still glad to have you as my bro. Happy belated birthday and I really hope that you will find your 15th year ahead full of.. joy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xintong:&lt;br /&gt;Hey Xintong! Most likely you won't read this, but if you do, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope that all is going well for you in NYGH! Still see your face on the chicken essence posters, but I do hope you haven't forgotten about me. Happy birthday and may all your wishes come true. No matter what happens, jiayou and smile always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-786883813713126296?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/786883813713126296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=786883813713126296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/786883813713126296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/786883813713126296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday_30.html' title='Happy Birthday :)'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-1627713374422907757</id><published>2009-08-30T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:04:31.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday :)</title><content type='html'>So many people with birthdays this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-1627713374422907757?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/1627713374422907757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=1627713374422907757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/1627713374422907757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/1627713374422907757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday :)'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-6512155243148118675</id><published>2009-08-30T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:03:02.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to First Times</title><content type='html'>Wah! So many things to say! So many FIRST THINGS happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today we finally presented the YT project to the congregation. Yupp, today was the day where I had to play the piano in the sanctuary. I'm telling you, there are no words to describe the experience. It feels so.. scary and yet honorable to be playing the piano for God and this is the one time that you really really don't want to screw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha in the end I still did. I think it was the bar before YT came in, and I played the note flat. Oh well, miao said that it sounded like I was changing key:) There was this part where I had to flip the page, but my hands were shaking, so I missed and then there was this period of silence where I was playing the melody from memory. Oops :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I don't think I'll ever get the chance to play the piano in the sanctuary anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I went out for lunch with Ner, Mel, Rachel and Annajoy. It's my first time eating out with the choir gals as well. We went to the hawker centre above NTUC and had tomyam noodle soup. EYOUCH it was really hot and I don't know how Nerissa managed to eat the entire bowl. Nerissa, you're pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back to church, I don't know what came over me but I said that I wanted to see what the church choir was like. Everyone said 'sure!' so I went up with them to the choir room. Initially, I meant to sit at the back and just listen, but Joanne asked me to sit up front with them, then Aunty Rebecca passed me a song sheet. Subconciously, I just started singing along. Their songs are really nice. Not stuffy hymnals, but cool songs with harmonization and lots of staccato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may want to join church choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think my mom will allow. She'll expect me to use my Sunday afternoon studying for the EYAs. Yeah actually, I'm really scared that if I commit to church choir, I may start skipping it when term 4 starts to mug for my exams. I don't want a repeat of the recre comm thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will pray about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-6512155243148118675?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/6512155243148118675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=6512155243148118675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6512155243148118675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/6512155243148118675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-first-times.html' title='Ode to First Times'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-2929530177498710808</id><published>2009-08-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:45:37.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way out of Excessive Anxiety</title><content type='html'>Our school counsellor came into class on Friday and told us how to manage stress. She also gave us some pamphlets on excessive anxiety. Here's an exerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anxiety affects individuals in different ways. It is  therefore important to learn to recognise the common symptoms as listed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o I cannot stop worrying&lt;br /&gt;o I keep thinking that something bad will happen to me/my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;o I worry so much that I have problems sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;o I cannot seem to relax&lt;br /&gt;o I cannot concentrate on my tasks at hand&lt;br /&gt;o I am easily irritated and feel tired all the time&lt;br /&gt;o I tremble and have sweaty palms&lt;br /&gt;o I suffer from frequent headaches&lt;br /&gt;o I feel so frightened that I keep panting.&lt;br /&gt;o I feel so tensed that I experience twitching of muscles and a tingling sensation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-2929530177498710808?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/2929530177498710808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=2929530177498710808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2929530177498710808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/2929530177498710808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-out-of-excessive-anxiety.html' title='Way out of Excessive Anxiety'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-7892682266434843508</id><published>2009-08-23T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:41:19.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tornadoes</title><content type='html'>Uh-oh this week is going to be tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - double tests that I missed on Thurs because of tonsilitis. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I had tonsilitis last week and the doctor said that it was a combination of dehydration and low immunity. Haha I think it's just cos' FPS intensive 2h prac fried my brains and gave me a terrible headache and fever.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz so now I have to take my deferred tests while everyone else watches BOF ;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have morning meeting with Foveo, and another meeting after school to discuss hygiene measures for our upcoming fundraiser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- EXCO results revealed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- SS Speech :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- DAY 1 of fundraising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Chem and Physics SPA; DAY 2 of fundraising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep what am i doing, blogging here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-7892682266434843508?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7892682266434843508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=7892682266434843508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7892682266434843508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/7892682266434843508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/08/tornadoes.html' title='tornadoes'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-8923823589546471523</id><published>2009-08-17T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:19:30.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My cousin's in town all the way from Melbourne. Yupp, that's right, he's an ABC. Australian born Chinese. But he's only what, 10 months right now, so the Aussie accent and ways of life isn't that obvious yet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, his name is ZAC. Only three letters of the alphabet! If I had a kid, I would definitely give him/her a really sophisticated name, something with three syllables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not Abraham though. I think it's quite weird naming someone Abraham (no offense, Ab!) but he would have a really heavy responsibility, being named after the Father of fathers. Oh! Especially in Singapore, since our birth rate is a dismal 1.6%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not a name that starts with the first few letters of the alphabet! Imagine what happens during PSLE orals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha maybe something like Marigold or Penelope or Columbus would be a no-no. Very traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I think I would take it from the Bible though. Wait. Those people out there with names like Joseph and Mary. Do you feel like living up to your namesake? Or should I just choose a name like.. Madonna? Lol sorry not Madonna. Maybe Jazzlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Hermoine? Maybe that would spur my kid to be REALLY smart. Yeah. I think that the name has to be symbolic in a way. With true meaning and thought put into it. According to my mom, my grandma looked through the entire dictionary just to find a nice name for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Definitely not something starting with W. Wilhelimina, Wimble, Wigg, Weazly, Wawa. I don't know, I think that an English name starting with w is quite funny. Chinese names are okay though. Wanhui, Wanjiun, Wanlun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I must sound really weird right? Planning my kid's name at the age of 15. Haha but I know that deep down, any of you reading this must have already thought a little about it too right. Admit it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighties, back to studying for bao zhang bao dao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-8923823589546471523?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/8923823589546471523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=8923823589546471523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/8923823589546471523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/8923823589546471523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/08/zac.html' title='Zac??'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429445629204868440.post-3296313490234010552</id><published>2009-07-07T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:14:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some things are better left unsaid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to blog anymore, but I think that it's better that I keep my own feelings to my private self, and don't put it all on this public medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've deleted all my posts, but if need be, maybe I'll drop by again and post. I'm not going to delete this blog, because maybe I can use it to post some crazy gathering details again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag if you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a confidential conversation... at 9.13pm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2429445629204868440-3296313490234010552?l=confidential--conversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/feeds/3296313490234010552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2429445629204868440&amp;postID=3296313490234010552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/3296313490234010552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2429445629204868440/posts/default/3296313490234010552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confidential--conversation.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-world.html' title='Goodbye, world'/><author><name>stranger ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358281351236765308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
