<?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-16299090</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:41:48.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>___________+he Bravehear+</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16299090.post-115357368117605362</id><published>2006-07-22T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:08:01.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new term, a new month, a new blog. Like I keep emphasizing, I do not create new blogs because I got sick of the old ones. As always, I link my all my old blogs for sentimental reasons.I just want a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.this-other-nirvana.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.this-other-nirvana.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relink me will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-115357368117605362?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115357368117605362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=115357368117605362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115357368117605362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115357368117605362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-term-new-month-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-115279003989917260</id><published>2006-07-13T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:27:19.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother and I are suffering from the World Cup withdrawal symptoms. We miss the adrenaline-pumping, nail-biting moments of the matches, we miss checking out the TV for the latest World Cup news, we miss seeing the flamboyantly dressed fans featured in the newspapers. In a nutshell, we can't believe the biggest tournament of the biggest-popularity game has come to an end. Sheesh. There are some people out there who don't give a damn and scoff "What's so exciting about watching a bunch of men chasing after a silly ball?" I used to feel that way about soccer too  until I started watching the World Cup. There's something magical about this game, it's a really fast-paced poetry of motion. And like some powerful magnet, it draws people from all over the world. People cast aside differences and sit side by side to cheer on their favourite teams. Like the Emirates ad said,"We all speak one language: Football." The World Cup is made even more exciting by the fact that it is where all the best teams in the world converge to fight for the prestigious title of Soccer Champion of the World. Or as the FIFA World Cup ad puts it, it's 'where legends are born'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't call it the beautiful game for nothing you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-115279003989917260?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115279003989917260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=115279003989917260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115279003989917260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115279003989917260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-brother-and-i-are-suffering-from.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-115227209023151149</id><published>2006-07-07T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:05:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now left with just one more lap to go before the curtain falls on the MTL examinations. Yayness. Oral exams were on Wednesday so we're now left with the Listening Examination. Oral was okay; passage did not contain too may difficult words and I did have quite a bit to say when it came to conversation. I only wished I had maintained a constant reading speed, spoke more fluently and knew how to phrase my thoughts in Chinese better. Ah well, there's no point crying over spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I quite like Keira Knightley. Don't really know why. Guess it's because she's pretty and talented. But then, so is Angelina Jolie, Nicole Kidman etc. Sheesh, it's so hard to say who my favourite celebrity is, mainly because I don't watch much television.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ms Sharon Goh is officially my teacher-mentor!!! One word: YAY!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consulatations with Mdm Ting have been quite productive. I believe if I do everything she says, my Social Studies marks will soar past the stratosphere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI IS A SUPERDUPER CUTE SONG!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More favourite names: Rayure(female), Diego(male) and Sandiego(male). I realize I have a thing for Spanish names. And names beginning with the letter 'R'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pyromaniac, one of my favourite Deviantart artists, has posted this ABC's of me thingy. Thought I'd give it a go too:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A - Available?: Not now;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A - Age: 16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A - Annoyance: Smoking, Dexter's Laboratory cartoons, writings that go something like I LUURBE EUUUXZ or EUU ROXZ MANXZZZ that sorta thing, assholes who are arrogant/backstab/selfish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B - Best Friends?: Pri school~ Leong Min Sec school~ Shyan Juang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B - Bar: of chocolate? Yes please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B - Birthday?: April 28th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C - Crush: TIDUS FROM FFX &amp;amp; FFX-2!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C - Car: Ferrari!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C - Cat: I prefer dogs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D - Dead Pets Name: My pets are alive, dude&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D - Dad's Name: my lips are sealed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D - Dog(s): Coke, Pepsi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: Myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E - Eggs: I'm ANTI SUNNY SIDE-UPS, omelletes are the best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E - Email: Something I don't check often&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F - Favorite color?: Black, pink and blood-red (not fire-engine red or cherry red but a deep, blood red)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F - Food: Japanese, Western, Pizzas, Chinese, Pastas, vegetables, pudding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F - Foreign Slang: YO!!!, ain't, reckon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Worms: bears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G - God: I don't really believe in God, sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G - Good Times: "&lt;em&gt;Life is not a bed of roses but it ain't a bed of rocks either'&lt;/em&gt; quotes myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H - Hair Color: black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H - Height: 150.7cm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H - Happy: okay larh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I - Ice Cream: White Chocolate, Mango Sherbet, Vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I - Instrument: My talents don't stretch to things musical&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idol: Avril Lavigne, Mike Shinoda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J - Jewelry: Earrings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J - Job: Currently a student, aspiring to be a journalist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J - Jokes: Humour heals:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K - Kids: I LOVE KIDS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K - Karate: MARTIAL ARTS RULE MAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K - Kung Fu: MARTIAL ARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L - Love: is boundless/ blind/ heals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L - Longest Car Ride: dunno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L - Lipstick or Chapstick: lipstick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M - Milk Flavor: soya bean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M - Mothers Name: my lips are sealed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M - Movie Last Watched: X-MEN 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N - Number of Siblings: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N - Northern or Southern: northern&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N - Name: Ying Yi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O - One Wish: for 10 wore wishes:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O - One Phobia?: worms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O - Otter Pop: huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P - Parents, are they married or divorced: married &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P - Part of your appearence you like best: eyes, hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P - Part of your Personality you like best: I'M A HARDCORE DEVIANT AND PROUD OF IT:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q - Quick or Slow?: slow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q - Queer or Straight?: straight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q - Queen or King?: Queen of the Night/Weather!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R - Reason to smile: *croons* YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL IT'S TRUE...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R - Reality TV Show: American Idol, Singapore Idol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R - Right or Left: err....I'm right handed, if that's what you mean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S - Song Last Heard: DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S - Season: Autumn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S - Series: The New Detectives&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T - Time you woke up: weekdays~6am, weekends~ 8am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T - Time Now: 8.10pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T - Time for bed: 11pm or 11.30pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U - Unknown: *smiles mysteriously*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U - Unicorns: YEAH MAN!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U - You are?: Ying Yi, haha:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: lettuce, cabbage, kangkong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;V - Vegetable you love: CORN,POTATO, brocolli, cauliflower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;V - View on Politics: North Korea is a worrying threat, I hope UN will manage to talk them out of their nuclear weapons programme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;W- Worst Habit: Checking on my fringe too often&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;W- Where are you going to travel next: Probably Kyoto, Japan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;W- What's up?: doc :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;X - X-Rays: are cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;X - X-Rated: ewww&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;X - XYZ: you forgot ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y - Year you were born: 1990&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y - Year it is now: 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y - Yellow?: schoolbuses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Z - Zoo Animal: Peacock, Horses, AH MENG!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Z - Zodiac: Taurus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Z - Zoolander?: as in area of science?Err...Nanotechnology&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that's one loooooong post. Hope you've enjoyed it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-115227209023151149?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115227209023151149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=115227209023151149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115227209023151149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115227209023151149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-now-left-with-just-one-more-lap-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-115175820438377071</id><published>2006-07-01T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:13:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And with the passing of Thursday 29 June, the curtain falls on my days as a Crescent Red Cross cadet. Thinking back over the last 3.5 years, I'm amazed at the truckloads of memories, be it bitter or sweet, gained during then. I may have complained about Red Cross once in a while but let me tell you, I NEVER REGRETTED JOINING RED CROSS. Right, before I dwell on the good ol'days I'll first talk about our very last Red Cross activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene, Petrina and I came only at 4pm because we were attending history lecture. So we missed out on a bit but luckily we arrived just as all the fun and excitement they were having reared to it's climax. I received this card with my name printed in a really cool font from the Sec 3s; it's got a message from them to me behind. Haha, I'm pleasantly surprised they liked my RCK lessons and still remembered SYNERGY! May synergy bind your squad forever more. The part commenced with the Sec 4s' cutting of the cake(To Sillies from Frozen Jellies), in the midst of all that cheering and cameras snapping away. Everyone then proceeded to attack the food galore. After which, the new committee was announced using a powerpoint slides show.Then, gifts were dished out and each committee member met up with their Sec 4 counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk down the memory lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 days&lt;br /&gt;Red Cross wasn't my first choice but the second. Still, I was glad I got into one of my three choices and went for my very first activity, the Telematch, brimming with excitement. I first got to know Vera senior and Ying Yee, who quitted sometime later. Didn't know much about my other squadmates except for Weixue who's also my classmate. What I did remember was that the number of Sec 1s dwindled as months passed. Apparently, they found training too tough and the Ma'ams too strict. So did I but somehow I managed to put up with it. I think it was because of my really playful nature; when things got tough I tried to be funny so as to to 'diffuse the tension'. At the huge risk of receiving a tongue-lashing from the ma'ams. I only took RC seriously after camp, in which my squad really bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 days&lt;br /&gt;First batch of juniors! Yeah I was gleeful at the prospect of being a senior to the Sec 1s. I first got to know Shu Qiao who was in my Telematch group. Also, my squadmates and I got really confused when we first learnt Yvette's name. We wondered why she was named after Evacuation(Evac for short) and it was only until I caught a glimpse of her nametag did I realise it was 'Yvette' and not 'Evac'! Ah sheesh, I don't remember much of my Sec 2 days except that our Sec 3 seniors stepped up, and we had more responsibilities to go along with. OH YEAH I DO NOW: VISITS TO JERVOIS SCHOOL!!! I wonder how my buddy Matthew is doing? He's one hyperactive + enthusiastic guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 days&lt;br /&gt;The most eventful year of all, the highlight being the day my squad stepped up. It took sometime before I could get used to be addressed as 'i/c'. Being in charge was fun; we had the RC room to ourselves and we organized all activities. I especially enjoyed holding RCK lessons. Sadly,there were very few RCK lessons that year because when I stepped up the Sec 2s had completed about 90% of their syllabus. And yeah, I taught them 'synergy' which I picked up from The 7 habits of Highly Effective Teens. Other defining moments of RC 2005 included our Red Cross camp, Current Affairs competition and Talentime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 days&lt;br /&gt;The day that stood out most would be our Sec 1 Orientation performance. Till now I swell with pride when I think of how we managed to wow our audience. AND NOT TO FORGET: RECEIVING NOT ONE BUT TWO GOLD AWARDS!!!!!!!!!!! It was a mark made in the history of Crescent Red Cross because we had been clinching Silver all along. Ah, the sweet smell of success.&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, squadmates, for your quirkiness, fun and laughter shared over the past 3.5 years. Once a Silicon electron, always a Silicon electron, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, juniors, for making my days in Red Cross memorable. It's been a great pleasure knowing you all, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ,seniors, for making us who we are today. Behind every successful cadet is a senior:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mrs Yip, Miss Goh, Yu Heng Ma'am and Joanne ma'am, for standing by CRCY all these years,your encouragement and being there for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Serve One Another~&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to stop wearing my enrolment badge now that we've stepped down? It's the one thing I wear to school everyday that identifies me as a Crescent Red Cross cadet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-115175820438377071?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115175820438377071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=115175820438377071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115175820438377071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115175820438377071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-with-passing-of-thursday-29-june.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-115149331423685196</id><published>2006-06-28T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T04:15:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I take up the keyboard once again to record a defining moment in the life of YY Wan...the return to school. Okay fine larh, nothing really big happened, but I MISSED SCHOOL:) A new term brings about new changes and class 4G3 has plenty of those. For one thing, Mrs Lucy Tan is no longer our A maths teacher. This piece of news shattered the lively atmosphere of the class when we received it in the morning. Like NONONONONONONO(X1000000)!!!!!! Mrs Tan is a BRILLIANT teacher and we've all grown to like her really cute character. Apparently, she had to go because she needed to concentrate on teaching 4S3 E maths and A maths. BUT WHY OUR CLASS OF ALL CLASSES?! The other day when I met her I said, "We miss you." And she got a bit emotional and said she felt really bad about having been asked to ditch our class. In fact, she felt so bad she dished out toffees and gave us two Gotchas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another, Crescent Girls' School is undergoing a makeover. There's going to be more facilities e.g high-tech Language lab, a really cool Science room and an 'Underwater world' at the pond. Unfortunately, the Sec 4s probably won't be around to see these when they are completed. Oh never mind we were around to see the launch of the PAT, E block and in a few months time it'd be the Arts Conservatory. And we were around the time the school installed air conditioners in classes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah Lao I still can't decide if I want to combine my sciences or not. It's like clinging on to a pedulum;sometimes I'd be all gung-ho about combining and on other days I'd think perhaps I shouls just stick with pure sciences. Dammit, dammit I hope I can arrive at a decision ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, OMG, WE'RE STEPPING DOWN TOMORROW. TIME REALLY FLIES LIKE AN ARROW!SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-115149331423685196?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115149331423685196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=115149331423685196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115149331423685196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115149331423685196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-take-up-keyboard-once-again-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-115088623771496481</id><published>2006-06-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:41:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult is truly a masterpiece. It's like a bowl of excellent soup;the blend of plot, storyline, characters,style,humour, theme and language use is perfect. With a dash of interesting bits and bites ever now and then. And on finishing, you get what a very good book is supposed to give you: A warm, fuzzy feeling. The story ventures out of the typical and tells of a young teen who was conceived to provide stem cells, lymphocytes, bone marrows etc for her leukemia-stricken sister should she need it. Anna has never questioned this role unti she reaches the cusp of teenhood and wonders who she truly is. It was then she makes the decision of suing her parents for the rights of her own body. One interesting thing about this book is the way it is written: Every chapter is written from the point of view of a different character. This is a book that can be enjoyed by everyone, young and old. I declare My Sister's Keeper my favourite book, after The Da Vinci Code and Lord of the Rings trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'VE FINALLY CAUGHT X MEN 3!!! And omigosh, it's BRILLIANT I tell you, it simply rox my sox:D Judging from all the hype and discussions of how great it was, I concluded it was not to be missed and  pestered my parents to take my brother and I to catch X men. And i was over the moon when they finally did. I had watched the cartoons as a kid and the characters looked just the way I remembered them: Jean Grey's flame red hair,Wolverine's sleek long claws and the streak of white in Rouge's hair. Story's pretty good; I like the bit where magneto's team and Storm's team finally clash in a whirl of fireballs, energy waves and lightning bolts. Woohoo. Aww, but why did ***, *** and *** have to die. Manzzz. Okay, I decided I'll be an X-men 3 fan, in addition to Lord of the Rings and Final Fantasy, cuz I can't get all that fast and furious action out of my head. X-men!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-115088623771496481?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115088623771496481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=115088623771496481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115088623771496481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115088623771496481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sisters-keeper-by-jodi-picoult-is.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-115064612162880830</id><published>2006-06-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:55:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTRODUCING THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE WAN FAMILY, PEPSI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you're not hallucinating, there HAS been a latest addition to the House of wan. And no, it isn't a can of soft drink. It's a DOG. A creamy gold little furball with black liquid eyes and a little pincushion of a nose. And he's got this look of angelic innocence that simply melts one's heart(except my git of a brother). It was love at first sight when my Mum spotted the little guy and the rest of the litter of cocker spainel puppies. She found them so irrestibly cute she set her heart on getting one and called me to drop by at the pet shop on my way home from school. They were real adorable alright so I agreed to buying a puppy. We finally decided on Pepsi 'cos I thought he was the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home(we sneaked him up the SBS bus), I kept wondering what the others, especially my other dog Coke, would think of the new puppy. Turns out that for different members of the family, the reactions varied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yish: Thought he was hallucinating until I put the little guys into his arms and said, "Yes it's a dog. D-O-G. Dog." I think he kinda freaked out a bit because he took a block of ice outside and smashed it to bits with his walking stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hathi: Squealed with delight and went "Aiyoooo". It was love at first sight too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Quotes "Errmmm......okay......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke: The dogs exchanged greetings by sniffing each other. Then Coke circled Pepsi, observing him. Pepsi showed his playful streak and tries to snuggle up to Coke. Coke growls and moves away. Thankfully, he didn't try to hurt Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us a damn long time to decide on a name for the new puppy. I wanted "Stitch", "Cupcake", "Mocha" or "Copper". Mum wanted "Puff" or "Pepsi".The boys simply couldn't be bothered to think up good names. After much debating, we settled on "Copper". Which was the new puppy's name for a day only. After that, it was between "Pepsi" and "Puff". I didn't like the latter and one day, sick of deciding on names, officialy declared the new puppy's name to be Pepsi. Mum can't complain; Coke was named after a soft drink too. So Pepsi it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi has been with us for almost 2 weeks already. He's kinda naughty; always chewing up anything he comes across, including our toes. But he can be well-behaved too. He falls asleep at the drop of a hat and doesn't make too much noise. I've grown fond of him and I know he is growing to love us, his family, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-115064612162880830?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115064612162880830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=115064612162880830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115064612162880830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/115064612162880830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/06/introducing-newest-member-of-wan.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114993975934724321</id><published>2006-06-10T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:04:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;猿渡 Saruwatari (monkey on a crossing bridge) 歩 Ayumi (walk, deeper meaning: walk your own way)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moshi moshi! Watashi Saruwatari Ayumi des! Haha,to think that I have the same name as the Queen of J-Pop.*Smiles*.Saruwatari Ayumi. I quite like it, though I wish I had gotten Sayuri, Haruka or Chikage; my favourite japanese names. But Ayumi is good enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Names. A subject I like to ponder about. They're like diversity; they can be classified by the different countries of origin, then branch out to the male and female names(and the boy-girl ones?) and many,many more sub-sets. Just think mammals, reptiles, amhibians, the vertebrates and invertebrates. And each name has its own meaning behind it just as a certain species of animal has its own unique characteristic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A name is something given to help differentiate one from the rest. Which is ironic considering that certain names are so common.g Rachel, John, Nicole. My defination of a common name is one that can be found among those products with names on them. The people of today are less conservative,more willing to break new ground especially when it comes to individuality. And hence the birth of the cook-up-a-name trend. Bored of the usual Sarah, Richard and Lucy? Just make one up! You've seen them: Jerlene, Xelene, Sherilynn. Or inject individuality into the 'common' names by touching up here and there, and voila! Rachel becomes Raechelle, Eileen emerges as Eilyn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you think the above mentioned names are weird, chew on these: Pony, Moon, Ice. I've encountered more bizarre ones but I don't remember them. Oh, I do remember one now: Tucker, a field trip guide i met in Sec 1, whom I mentioned in my very first blog. Tucker is the cat from the Busytown cartoon series, no?What parents will think of next, Frankenstein?Chevrolet? But Tucker is okay with me. As for the others, I can just imagine the school bullies waiting to pounce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall sign off from here by listing my list of top 5 favourite boy and girl names(in no particular order):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radiane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rinoa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ioreth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Athena&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Althea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Franz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thaddeus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aragorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karel/Karan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can almost see the question mark hoovering over your head. But if you know me, you'll know what a deviant I am:)&lt;br /&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/16299090-114993975934724321?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114993975934724321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114993975934724321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114993975934724321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114993975934724321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-japanese-name-is-saruwatari-monkey.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114967841671140179</id><published>2006-06-07T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T04:06:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To combine or not to combine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shall never struggle with Chemistry again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more titration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be guaranteed an A1 for my sciences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combined Science is a lot less stressful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which means I can spend more time on other 'red-alert' subjects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not good when it comes to practical work, which constitutes 35% of the Pure Science papers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be at a disadvantage in JC or Poly if I combine my sciences now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like more subjects to fall back on since I'm not very confident of my Chinese 'O's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assuming I do combine my sciences and I screw up Chinese, I would have to bank on the remainig 6 subjects for the 'O's. So by hook or by crook, I must be strong in these 6 subjects in order to get a good L1R5. And I'm not very confident of some of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah sheesh, what a terribly difficult decision to make. On one hand, I'd feel at ease knowing that I'm guaranteed an A1 for Combined Science, but on the other, I'll have to work extra hard for the others  in order to attain a good L1R5. Then again, it wouldn't kill to push myself further. I really, really don't know. A flash of inspiration is what I need. Badly. Raaah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114967841671140179?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114967841671140179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114967841671140179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114967841671140179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114967841671140179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-combine-or-not-to-combine-pros-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114924833959597445</id><published>2006-06-02T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:49:38.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/gazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/gazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall dedicate this post to my beloved anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I've gone ga-ga over Redyan from A3 again. It just struck me how pretty, cool etc. she is and so I embarked on a Google search for images of her. Disappointingly, there weren't many pics; I guess A3 is not a very well-known game like Kingdom Hearts etc. But there is a website dedicated to A3 run by Singaporeans. But the images I did find were pretty good. The one on the left is one. I like her name: Redyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my good buddy Shyan Juang has introduced me a website where I can finally watch anime, youtube.com. Yayness, arigato SJ-san:) I'm currently watching Trinity Blood, which ain't bad. Abel Nightroad is kinda cool, especially his long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I have taken to calling people 'dude' or 'san', 'chan' etc. E,g Huijuan-san, SJ-san. Shyan Juang is so lame, she calls me Wan-chan(!!!) You see, 'chan', 'san', 'kun' ans 'sama' are used by Japanese to address people they respect or are on friendly terms with.&lt;br /&gt;Chan- For kids or childhood friends&lt;br /&gt;San-For anyone&lt;br /&gt;Kun- For boys&lt;br /&gt;Sama-For seniors, or someone you have a deep respect for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnimeAnimeAnimeAnimeAnimeAnime&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114924833959597445?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114924833959597445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114924833959597445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114924833959597445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114924833959597445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-shall-dedicate-this-post-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114890354712332181</id><published>2006-05-29T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T04:52:27.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May 29th. A red day. MOTHER TONGUE 'O' LEVEL EXAMS PAPER 1 &amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manz, I'm sooo glad 2/3 of the MTL exams have been cleared. That just leaves Paper 3(Oral an Listening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this morning, I had been pretty calm about the exam. Not that I was very confident of myself, I just felt...fine. On the way to school, it just dwelled on me that this is the REAL THING. And as Mr Tan would have put it, all the blood and sweat shed in preaparation will be manifested on THIS exam. So I started quaking. Immediately, I ordered myself to relax, the worse thing that can happen before an exam is to have a nervous breakdown(Quotes Mum). And this isn't any other exam. It's the 'O' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I cannot describe the papers in detail but talking about how I feel about it is not forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sheesh, I wrote so much for my essay! 900 words! Omigosh, and as a result, I hadn't had time to check Paper 1. I don't like this year's choice of essays. The narrative's not so much of a story and I had been practiscing writing stories. Newspaper article commentary sounded easy but as I wasn't confident of this type of essay, I avoided it. Argumentative essay is out of the question; I suck at those. So it was the narrative. But I think the formal letter rocks! It's so easy! And I knew exactly what I have to include to grab the 'recipient''s attention. Woohoo for formal letter:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Okay larh. Multiple Choice Comperhension was easy. Cloze Passage was fine. Open-Ended Comprehension was okay excepte for the questions which required us to give our views. I knew what I wanted to say all right but I didn't know how to express it in Chinese! As a result, I wrote lots to put my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heaves a sigh of relief* And that's 2/3 of Chinese cleared:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114890354712332181?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114890354712332181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114890354712332181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114890354712332181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114890354712332181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-29th.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114837508128326102</id><published>2006-05-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:04:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's another story (ok, it's a poem) that left an impression on me, in addition to the Abraham Lincoln one posted previously. This is one's about being proactive, or taking charge of our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's a Hole in My Sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Portia Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;I walk down a street and there's a big hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't see it and fall into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's dark and hopeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and it takes me a long time to find my way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; It's not my fault !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter Two&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; There's a big hole and I can see it, but I still fall in. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;t's dark and hopeless and it takes me a long time to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; It's still not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter Three&lt;br /&gt;I walk down a street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's a big hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can see it, but I still fall in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's become a habit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I keep my eyes open and get out immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter Four&lt;br /&gt;I walk down a street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's a big hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I walk around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter Five&lt;br /&gt;I walk down a different street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I've decided not to use the com for the next few days. But dun worry, I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114837508128326102?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114837508128326102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114837508128326102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114837508128326102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114837508128326102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/05/heres-another-story-ok-its-poem-that.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114821017592870621</id><published>2006-05-21T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T04:47:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you heard the story of Abraham Lincoln?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Received no formal schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 31, Failed in buisness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 32, Defeated in a legislative rat race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 34, Failed in buisness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 36, Suffered a nervous breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 38, Lost in election&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 43, Lost in a congressional race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 46, Lost in second congressional race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 48, Lost in third congressional race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 55, Lost a senatorial state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 56, Failed in effort to become vice-president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 58, Lost a senatorial race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Age 60, Elected 14th President of the United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Source: 'I am gifted So are you!' notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mid-Year Exam results are back and surprisingly, they were as not as bad as expected. In fact, they show that I've made an improvement from the last Common Test! Man, to think I worried myself sick over the possibility of failing everything. But I've really got to do something about that L1R5; I can't afford to get twenty-something again. Abraham Lincoln managed to keep his faith during the 30 years to reaching his goal. This Never Say Die attitude is one we should all adopt. So if you're results suck and you think it's the end of the world, think of Abraham Lincoln.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I've found out who Anon and Anony world already! Case closed:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114821017592870621?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114821017592870621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114821017592870621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114821017592870621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114821017592870621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-you-heard-story-of-abraham.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114770712337065967</id><published>2006-05-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:25:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An update on recent events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3-day weekend-cum-Vesak Day break has come and passed and I must say, it has been very fruitful. For one thing, I could slack, slack, slack and do all the things I enjoy doing and for another, I finished all 10 Chinese Comprehension assignments given to us Sec 4s. Woohoo, applause please:) I watched more TV than I did so far for this year too, e.g American Idol, True Files.Hey, the End of Exams is the perfect oppurunity to excercise my right to gaze at the google box every now and then, yeah? Even Mum grudgingly admits this. Speaking of TV, I FINALLY FOUND THE FINAL FANTASY 7 ADVENT CHILDREN DVD!!! I luv u Sembawang for selling the movie I have been dying to lay my hands on for so long. So yup, before you could say 'Cloud Strife', I got my Dad to buy it. OMG OMG FF7AC rox manz. The characters are so much more cool in action and I was drooling over Kadaj, Yazoo , Cloud and Vincent. I want hair like Yazoo's , and eyes like Cloud's or Kadaj's would be fine too:) Andandand I went gaga over Tifa again. The hair! The outfit! The figure! I wanna be like her! Cloud should go date Tifa because I think they make a perfect couple. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had  Chinese intensive all day. Man, my mind's in a whirl,all that chi yus and cheng yus. But of course, it's all for our own good. I hope to get a B3 for Chinese 'O' levels; it shouldn't be too far from my reach now that my Chinese is better than before. So I'll just have to grit my teeth and mug through the 2 weeks leading to the written papers on May 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anon reckons I should blog more on Red Cross. Especially about the juniors?! Err......not much to say about them.....I ain't no Level Head......well, I must say the Sec 1s learn pretty fast. That is, they've more or less adapted to the strict, tough routines and all. Oh and why did *** had to quit? I was under the impression she was commited to RC:( But the thing about Re Cross that weighs me down most is, you guessed it, stepping down. How time flies. I'm not sad about it, but I can't imagine not being part of Crescent Red Cross anymore. It's a little frightful, being detached from something you have grown accustomed to sticking with for so long. 3 and a half years is pretty long. But then again, I need time to concentrate on the 'O's. So I have mixed feelings about this. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day separates me and the day we get back our Mid-Year results. I really hope our stack of scripts get lost somewhere or stolen so I wouldn't have to see my results. But the probabilty of that happening is about as high as the dinosaurs returning back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ppl, the end. I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114770712337065967?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114770712337065967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114770712337065967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114770712337065967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114770712337065967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-on-recent-events-3-day-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114725421166271048</id><published>2006-05-10T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T02:43:31.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/Chikage_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much-awaited 12.30pm has come and passed! I'M FREE OF THE MID-YEAR EXAMS:))))*Claps*This week's papers ain't bad, though I'm not sure if I did myself justice for E maths Paper 2. Ah well, there's no point moaning over spilt milk. But I luv the History paper. As predicted, the Fall of Communism came up! What's more, the SBQ was based on that topic AND there was an SEQ question on it too! That really made my day:) Actually, I was focusing mainly on China cuz Mrs Leo kept empasizing what a HOT topic it was. But I did not pick the SEQ question on China because I missed out studying the Sino-Japanese war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, enough about the exams. It's over and done with. Ah yes, I gotta mention that my blog has a fan! Okay lah it's someone who tags at my tagboard regularly and goes by the name 'anon' . *Waves*That's real nice since unlike most bloggers whose tagboards get flooded with posts, mine's often stagnant. My passion for writing is what keeps this blog going but receiving (nice, constructive) comments drives me further. I keep trying to guess anon's identity though. Haha, I know you'd rather remain unknown but you're dealing with an extremely inquisitive person here; it's the result of reading plenty of mystery novels. Here are my deductions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fellow Crescentian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sec 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I already know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I right? Keep flooding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My passion for manga is still raging! Do you know, my most prized possesion is the file on my desktop containg all the anime and manga images collected over the years. When I say file, I mean the virtual one i.e it's not something you can hold in your hand. And all the manga I've downloaded are of top-quality and REALLY nice. I've got extremely high standards, see. So high, they're close to being unreasonable(I 've rejected lovely pics because just because I found the hair or colour a little screwed). My squadmates will be surprised to hear this but I've got Xiao An senior to thank for making me fall in love with anime and manga. I used to hate manga with a burning passion but after seeing all the nicenice pics in her blog, I slowly grew to love it. Someday, I'm gonna set up my own manga image gallery site, kinda like Advanced Anime, which I visit regularly for to feed my voracious appetite for manga pics. I shall end off this post by introducing to all some of anime characters I adore and a few Very Bests:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/lil_soul.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/lil_soul.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lurve EVERYTHING about this pic. It's one of my favourites. The girl is sooo cute and night time is lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And how can I forget my ultimate eyecandy/hearthrob/guy-of-my-dreams?Tidus from Final fantasy X &amp; X-2. That's the girl he loves on the left, Yuna. I like her &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/thought.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/thought.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/bluegreen_tints.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially, I wasn't interested in this one but after staring at it for some time I realized it is quite stunning. It's now one of my favourites:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/bluegreen_tints.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/bluegreen_tints.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/bluegreen_tints.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/Chikage_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, Chikage from Sister Princess, is still my favourite anime girl character. She's into Gothic culture, like me, and her personality is sort of dark, like mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/Chikage_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/Chikage_super.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. Gtg:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114725421166271048?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114725421166271048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114725421166271048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114725421166271048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114725421166271048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/05/much-awaited-12.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114681943499829036</id><published>2006-05-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:57:15.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll come straight to the point: my Mid-years suck. All but one of the 7 papers I've done so far are doomed. Really. Hence, I've sunk into a depression and am here to rave and rant about the unfairness of it all until I feel better. Don't sneer at me. I feel so lost about this; someone come give me a hug, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that has happened this week has forced me to the conclusion that I cannot cope with all my 8 subjects. I'll have to let something go. It's either combining my sciences or dropping A maths. I never thought I'd end up making  a decision like this; at the beginning of last year I told myself I shall work hard for all subjects in the subject combination I picked, that I will never ditch any. But considering my current circumstances, it looks like something has to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially disappointed with my Chemistry. I engaged a good tutor, I did my work so why is it that I was struggling with the damned paper the other day? Perhaps I could have practisced more but I thought my foundation and a little more was there. Some of my other subjects too. I think I'm just not academically-inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my Mum about this yesterday. I broke down and apologized for being 'too stupid to take 2 pure sciences'. She was very kind about this and said 'It's all right' and went on to tell me if I really couldn't take it anymore I could drop A maths or combine my sciences and she'd support me. But she said I ought to hang on a little more and see if I can do anything to improve things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comfort: My SBQ is improving:) I use to rely heavily upon SEQ for History and Social Studies because I simply couldn't pass SBQ. But things are better now, I came very close to passing for the Social Studies SBQ class test and(this calls for clebration) I SCORED 17 OUT OF25 MARKS FOR THE HISTORY SBQ MOCK EXAM!!! Goodness, I never thought I'd make it to a B#. So there's hope after all, I am on the right track towards getting SBQ straight once and for all. I owe a lot to Mrs Leo who has hammered in us the dos-and-don'ts od SBQ for 2 years and Mdm Ting for passing the Ting-ling Law.It's a little like waking up from a bad dream. Oh, I'm so happy about this:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a red day for Singapore. It's Polling Day. I just hope PAP wins. I haven't got a good impression of the other parties. Without PAP Singapore wouldn't be where it was today. PAP should continue to be in power and that is that. Fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114681943499829036?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114681943499829036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114681943499829036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114681943499829036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114681943499829036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-come-straight-to-point-my-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114648076790256575</id><published>2006-05-01T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T04:09:53.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I didn't blog on April 28th. To all dodo birds out there(As Ms Goh would have put it), April 28th is MY BIRTHDAY, the highlight of the month:)3 cheers for YY, she's 16, 16, 16! NC16 movies here I come!Juz joking. Thank you all who wished me a happy birthday, luv you all:) Oh, and thanks a whole bunch for the gifts; my family for the cake and nicenice presents and SJ, my Mum thinks the mousepad's cute. So do I:) Leong Min, thanks for remembering my birthday and sending the card! So sorry I haven't contacted you for AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup of happiness would have been full if not for the English Mid-year Exam. WTH I'M SO GOING TO BLAST THE HEAD OFF THE NITWIT WHO SET THE PAPER! I'm not the only one who feels this way. Yohanna says she'd 'shave his/her head bald'. Reinnie was rambling on about how awful the paper was. The cause of all that heartache was Paper 2. The Comprehension was A KILLER as there was plenty of difficult words and we had to explain these. If that wasn't enough, the Summary was infuriating. What, may I ask, I am supposed to be looking out for in paragraphs 11-19? There's nothing about the authour's views there! Everyone's saying how they're so going to fail, even those who are really good agrred it was tough. Sigh. By all means, set a difficult paper but have a heart, don't cross the line into demoralizing. If everyone doesn't do well, the prelim results will be affected. I hope they'd moderate the marks or something. And I still hope it isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the Chinese Mid-year Exams tomorrow. Wish me luck:) I hope I'd do well. Oh and speaking of Chinese, Chen Lao Shi says EVERYONE PASSED THE CHINESE ORAL EXAMS!!! Yay(x1000)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114648076790256575?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114648076790256575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114648076790256575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114648076790256575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114648076790256575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-so-i-didnt-blog-on-april-28th.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114587805231598025</id><published>2006-04-24T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:20:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to If We Hold on Together by Diana Ross. It's a song I hold quite close to my heart; I still remember being deeply moved when I first listened to it in Primary 4. Simply inspirational. Especially since I need an emotional uplift now, having screwed my Chinese Oral exam an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YY you nitwit. Why did you have to read the passage too quickly? You know too well how you tend to trip over your words and stammer over the difficult ones. It wouldn't hurt to slow down a little, would it? And the conversation. WHAT THE HELL LARH, WHY DO THEY HAVE TO COME UP WITH THAT STUPID TOPIC OF ALL THINGS?! I just didn't know how to elaborate on THAT. I mean, there's really not much to talk about. Coupled with the fact that I didn't know the right technical terms......I just hope I pass. This is SO depressing. I had been practiscing oral with Chen Lao Shi and she had remarked that my Chinsese had improved, that I could express myself better. So why couldn't I perform well for the exam? I feel like I've let down all who believed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer myself up, I shall now review the things which brought me great joy today. Firstly, the English Oral exam. I was peasantly surprised when after the exam, Miss Malini, who was my examiner, told me I DID A FANTASTIC JOB!!!Did I really?I thought I tripped over some words during passage reading and paused a little too long during picture discussion. But since she said I did well then HIP HIP HOORAY for me:) But then Sandra and Sharyl probably did as well or even better; they're whizzes at English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'VE GOT AN A2 FOR MY A MATHS CLASS TEST!!! In spite of the fact the last time I revised Differentiation was a week ago, I still managed to clinch an A2:) So Mum was right about having a strong foundation after all*Claps for myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of today's achievements. And disappointed over Chinese. Sigh, gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we hold on together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where clouds roll by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114587805231598025?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114587805231598025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114587805231598025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114587805231598025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114587805231598025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-currently-listening-to-if-we-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114544657314676939</id><published>2006-04-19T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T04:36:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 3 remarks people usually make about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're so small! (e.g Mixed rice stall vendor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to eat more! (e.g Ms Sharon Goh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SO CUTE! (e.g Mdm Claudia Ting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; I've got nothing to say about these. Except maybe DIAO -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114544657314676939?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114544657314676939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114544657314676939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114544657314676939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114544657314676939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-remarks-people-usually-make-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114492761200437817</id><published>2006-04-13T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T04:26:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like many crescentians, I shall blog about last saturday's Food and Funfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Super! Oh, there was so much to do: shop around, help out at the 4G3 food and games stall, savour the lovely food courtesy of the many crescentians and the Parents Support Group, watch the teachers get dunked....As I did not manage to sell may funfair coupons, I decided to seize this oppurtunity to splurge on goods. In this way, I would indirectly contribute some much needed funds to our Arts Conservatory. So I did. I spent about $15 in all, the highest amount I've ever spent at one go, mainly on food and a pair of ANIME FINGERLESS GLOVES(Kakashi's. Lovelove:)) Heh, almost gorged myself silly with malt candy, cookies, corn-in-a-cup, sushi rice and more. What I enjoyed best about the funfair was helping out at my class stalls. Man, buisness at our Pop-a-star games stall BOOMED though it didn't attract many customers when it first started. We were kept on my feet during the afternoon shifts by families and teenage boys, some of whom came many times. 4G3 Kopitiam did pretty well too:) Actually, I reckon many came because our class's stall was one of two food stalls which was located ia a room so people could sit and relax while slurping on our ice milo. However, it was simply CHAOS behind the scenes at the kopitiam. There was cocoa powder everywhere and at one point one of our blenders broke down. And we added too must sugar to the milo. I do hope the customers don't get diabetes from drinking that. Anyway, a few days later, we learnt that 4G3 has earned about $700 from each stall. Elation! That's quite a sum as compared to other classes. So our hard work paid off after all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114492761200437817?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114492761200437817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114492761200437817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114492761200437817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114492761200437817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/like-many-crescentians-i-shall-blog_13.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114415502927264173</id><published>2006-04-04T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T05:50:29.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't realize how hectic Sec 4 life can get until today. In addition to our Everest-sized heap of homework,our timetables are now packed solid with DAILY extra lessons AFTER SCHOOL till 4pm. Oh, YAY, the teachers are OH-SO-KIND. I hate staying back after school for lessons. A continuous string of lessons that draaaaaaaag from morning to late afternoon will only make my head swell from information overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother thinks that I should chill about the upcoming Mid-Years. This is because I have been drivelling on about how much revision there is to be done and how I have only 1 month to commit to memory (approximately)20 chapters of Biology, 15 chapters of Geography, 7 chapters of History......I sure am glad I don't do Triple Science. "Don't burn out before the 'O's" She keeps telling me over and over again. She was really kind last night; she told me it doesn't really matter how I fared in the Mid-Years, what's important is that I do well in the 'O' levels. Thanks a million for being there for me, Mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll talk about something more positive. In spite of the Mid Years looming ahead, I've got every reason to grin and feel high. Firstly, I'M GOING TO GET PROMOTED ON THURSDAY! Yay, byebye Sergeant, it's in with Staff Sergeant. Secondly, THERE'S THE FOOD AND FUN FAIR ON SATURDAY! Can't wait, there's sooo much wonderful activities lined up for us that guarantees 100% fun. Thirdly and most importantly, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;28TH OF APRIL IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; Now this IS the highlight of the month. Turning sixteen is a milestone in anyone's life, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I gotta go. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114415502927264173?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114415502927264173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114415502927264173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114415502927264173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114415502927264173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-didnt-realize-how-hectic-sec-4-life.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114353259262275288</id><published>2006-03-27T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:56:32.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this unusual ability, and that is I am VERY sensitive to other people's feelings. You don't have to say it or even show it but I am able to tell whether you are hurt/angry/unfriendly/gleeful/bored etc. Even when chatting on MSN, I seem to sense the emotions of person on the other side. Maybe it's something about the way people speak when they feel strongly about something. But I am more inclined to think it is some kind of aura they exude, that stirs my sensory neurons or would it be more accurate to say, sixth sense? I think this ability of mine stems from my horrid primary school days when I was constantly bullied by bloody boys. Days of wariness and fear must made me extra-sensitive to the people around me. So, does being very sensitive to others' feelings make me psychic?Someone kindly enligthen me on this.Anyway, I suppose this ability can come in handy when it comes to relationships. e.g if I detect a hint of anger I would back off and let the other person be. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, there's so may interesting programmes on TV! Lost 2, Survivor, American Idol 4, Singapore Idol 2......I WANNA WATCH!!! Yeah, in my dreams. Like I've got the time to. And as if my Mum will allow me to.*ROARS* Hey, I haven't done that for quite sometime. Okay wadeva, tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114353259262275288?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114353259262275288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114353259262275288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114353259262275288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114353259262275288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-this-unusual-ability-and-that.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114326152679047598</id><published>2006-03-24T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:39:25.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's recap on Red Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tursday, we had a mini celebration with pizzas, cola and all. Everyone was all smiles as they chomped on the food and chit-chatted; it's one of the few times during activity that we get to let down our hair. Not to mention run wild. Well, that's what the juniors did when they saw the seniors who popped in. I know they've been itching to see them again. So do I:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Sports Day. As usual, we RC cadets had First Aid Duty and this one was pretty eventful because loads happened. There were a couple of runners who collapsed and quite a number of cuts and grazes to tend to. What can I say? In any sports event, injuries are inevitable. The worst injury we saw was Mr Tan Tze Yong's, who grazed his arm, knees and hurt his teeth during a fall. I almost freaked out when I saw blood dripping from his mouth. Luckily, he wasn't seriously hurt and his sense of humour was still intact. The teachers joked with him, saying he was the 'runner of the year'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for Red Cross for the present:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not going to let your bloody attitude blow me away. In case you didn't know, that sarcastic comment was hurtful. You don't have a single bit of gratitude for all that I have done, do you?Keep up that fcuking attitude and I shall treat you as though you were part of the dusty, shoe-trodden concrete floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sooo pisses me off. Thank God I won't have to see her again after we graduate from Crescent, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114326152679047598?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114326152679047598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114326152679047598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114326152679047598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114326152679047598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-recap-on-red-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114285432009311567</id><published>2006-03-20T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:25:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crescent Red Cross did not get a silver for the Excellent Unit Award.&lt;br /&gt;Nor did it clinch a bronze.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you,&lt;br /&gt;We got a&lt;br /&gt;GOLD!GOLD!GOLD!GOLD!GOLD!(x1000)&lt;br /&gt;There's more.&lt;br /&gt;CRESCENT RED CROSS HAS ALSO RECEIVED &lt;strong&gt;GOLD&lt;/strong&gt; FOR COMMUNITY SERVICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's brilliant! It's fantastic!It's awesome! It's been quite sometime since we clinched gold. And TWO gold awards at that! This goes to show that my squad is a very capable one after all:) Of course, we would not have made it so far without the contributions of certain groups of people. Thank you seniors for your faith in us and juniors, I must say you've been a wonderful lot! Last but not least, thank you Miss Goh and Mrs Yip for your patience and being there for us:)CREZ RC RAWKS THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah, I've finally broken that bit of news to them already. It's one huge burden off my chest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114285432009311567?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114285432009311567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114285432009311567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114285432009311567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114285432009311567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/03/crescent-red-cross-did-not-get-silver.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114233656573751940</id><published>2006-03-14T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T04:14:40.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Until 2 days ago, I'd hesitate and go 'Err...' if someone were to ask what the turning point of my life is. I can now tell all and sundry promply that it would be the 'I AM GIFTED SO ARE YOU PROGRAMME'. Oh, I've learnt TRUCKLOADS, not just about study tips and memory techniques but more importantly, LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not bore netizens out there by giving a full-account of what happened during the course. Like I mentioned earlier, I've learnt a whole lot of useful revision techniques for the ominous 'O's e.g SPEED READING, which is sooo fun especially with the accompaniment of techno music:) Okay, I know this is kinda out-of-point but the TRAINERS ARE CUTE! Especially ***** Aiyah most of the girls present fell for the trainers too lah. And Miss Goh was present too:)If I had to pick one word to sum up the whole course, it'll be HILARIOUS. There was plenty of super funny crack-ups and lame jokes that made us guffaw so hard I was a little worried someone might die of laughter. Parents need not worry about the lessons straying with that extra strong dose of humour cuz laughter releases endorphine and dopamine which aids learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, the part on Life was actually the bulk of the course and the most important too, rather than study tips. That topic constitutes things such as appreciating the people around us and respecting ourselves. Speaking of which, Day 2 of the course was a very emotional and tearful day for us. I shed buckets of tears and so did the others. First was this bit when the master Trainer, Gary, started on some touchy subject I do not recall but at the end of it, Shyan Juang did something that touched my heart. She went up to me and said I was her Best Friend Ever and added, "I love you". This was a really pleasant surprise and I gave her a hug and said "I love you too". SJ, don't dwell too much in the past, yeah? And remember, I'll be there to be your best chum ever, cross my heart. The most heartrending of events happened in the evening. Gary began the topic on 'Appreciating our parents' on a funny note by drawing a diagram on how we were born (yeah, sperms, egg and all) While we were roaring with laughter, he suddenly switched his tone and shot back at us 'You all have blood in your hands'. This is because amongst the many sperms that raced towards the egg, we were the ones who beat others to it. Gary then plunged into what a painful time our mothers went through during pregnancy and the way he said it all, it was like accusing us for being responsible for the trauma , though we know it was just to incite guilt for not being civil towards our parents. The tension in the room escalated to the point where we were asked to close our eyes and reflect, while he talked about our parents suddenly being snatched away from us for good. The more we listened, the more tormented we were by agony and shame. One by one, we succumbed to tears and brawled our hearts out. When I got home that night, I plucked up the courage to do something I had not done in years: I went up to my parents, gave them a hug and said "I love you". It made them really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I found the course brilliant. I said so during the graduation cremony when Gary allowed some pupils to come forward and comment on the workshop. Somehow, I mustered the courage to present myself before students, parents(including my Mum), teachers and trainers. Anyway, I spoke about how the course helped see myself in a different light; that the motivation in me was all fired up now etc. Oh yeah, during the graduation ceremony, Gary lectured the parents on 'effective disciplining of kids' and such:) So ends a 3-day course I truly enjoyed. I srongly recommend this course to all juniors. JOIN, I TELL YOU. YOU'LL BE GLAD YOU DID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114233656573751940?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114233656573751940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114233656573751940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114233656573751940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114233656573751940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/03/until-2-days-ago-id-hesitate-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114146588580759335</id><published>2006-03-04T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:30:18.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I did do badly after all. And I failed SS as well. WTH I can just go and......oh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of this, I am in a better mood than I was when I typed out the last entry as there were quite a number of things that happened to be happy about:) So I'll quit dwelling in my misery and talk about these instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First and foremost, THE BLOODY ISSUE INVOLVING RC HAS BEEN RESOLVED! Well, not totally but I'm now armed with a solution to tackle it. I had taken it to my head to consult Ms Sharon Goh about it and I must say she was really helpful about it! Not only did she tell me now to tackle it, she also addressed my fears of ******. And she said everyone shared the blame, not just me! I cannot say how grateful I am. You rock, Ms Goh!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A defining moment in my life: I SCORED A B4 FOR MY CHINESE CLASS TEST!!! Bring in the fireworks! Call the papers! At last! So there is hope for my Chinese after all:) I remember getting 'D's at the start of the year, then I slowly progressed to 'C's and now a 'B'! I shall continue to work hard and get a B3 for my Chinese "O' levels:) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YY has also done well for her Chemistry Common Test! An A2! To think I just managed to scrape through for Chem last year! I think I owe a lot to my Chemistry tutor, Mrs Lew, for her patience and coaching. Not to mention my own hard work;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, I have every reason to SMILE in spite of my screw-ups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, there's so much to blog about but so little time to do so! I've got truckloads of interesting things to share with netizens out there so please hang in there, I'll be back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114146588580759335?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114146588580759335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114146588580759335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114146588580759335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114146588580759335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-did-do-badly-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114025328030376079</id><published>2006-02-18T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:31:29.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt;~ Simple Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I open my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't stand the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; no where to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night goes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no where to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night goes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no where to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night goes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sinking into a bloody depresssion. My sanity is hanging by a gossamer thread. Will there be light at the end of this dark tunnel? Won't someone come and reach out to me, pick me up from this abyss of pain and sorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I think about last Friday, I get this awfully sick feeling in my stomach. Here's what happened: I think I screwed English up. Badly. But what's really bugging me is that I CARELESSLY FOTGOT TO PASS UP THE FOOLSCAP PAPER WITH MY ANSWERS TO THE VOCAB SECTION!!! So it's five marks down the drain. And the paper was already quite difficult. There's a risk of me failing the entire paper. And then my Mum will be so disappointed. And I'll probably be sent to some remedial class I don't really deserve to be in. I cannot bear to face Ms Sharon Goh. The other day, she praised me for doing well in functional writing. Ironically, that sent chillls running up and down my spine. Her good impression of me is sooo going to change she sees my Common Test Paper. I am so very sorry for my carelessness and stupidity, Ms Goh. Please don't think too badly of me when you see my paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other thing: THAT incident. The one involving Red Cross. Up till now I still cannot believe it. I still wish it was just an awful nightmare. I still hope it was all a mistake. But it isn't. My reputation is at stake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGHH!!! SAVE ME! SAVE ME! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! My sanity is being gnawed away, little by little. Anymore of this and I'll be warded at IMH and strapped to a straitsjacket. Lend me a hand! Advise me, counsel me, hear me out! I need HELP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Online ravings. At no one in particular. A sign that madness is closing in. Slowly. But surely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114025328030376079?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114025328030376079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114025328030376079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114025328030376079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114025328030376079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/02/untitled-simple-plani-open-my-eyesi.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114016394792151586</id><published>2006-02-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:12:27.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if I shall be able to smile again.&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;Yesterday was so depressing&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The shame. The anger. The pain.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've let so many people down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114016394792151586?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114016394792151586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114016394792151586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114016394792151586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114016394792151586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-know-if-i-shall-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-114000132041831800</id><published>2006-02-15T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:02:00.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm such a crappy chemist. The other day, we were doing this past-year practical paper which involved the heating of some chemicals. Well, I stupidly forgot to HEAT GENTLY and as a result, the contents of my test tube splurted out all over the back of my left hand. I jumped back in shock but did not cry out or drop anythung. Thank you, Hui Juan and Mrs Yuan for helping to apply the Deep Heat on my poor hand. So once again, YY Wan has screwed up her Chemistry Practical. *ROARS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's Valentine's Day was so sweet(both literally and figuratively speaking) I received loads of candies (yay! enough to last the week!) and cards and got my lovely gold-star balloon and Mum got me another nicenice lucky charm and the teachers gave out treats andandanandand...Thank you all for wishing me a Happy Valentine's Day! Same to you all! And oh, I think I've got an admirer;) Heh, though I can't be sure, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Tests tomorrow. English, Biology and Social Studies. I hope I've prepared enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-114000132041831800?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114000132041831800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=114000132041831800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114000132041831800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/114000132041831800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-such-crappy-chemist.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113948426025584848</id><published>2006-02-09T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T03:24:20.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Red Cross activity is the blackest one ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some rotten eggs fell on the RC room floor and stank up the room. Don't ask me why there were rotten eggs in the RC room. I don't know. My guess is Bertha's egg 'buddy' from camp a year ago. For some reason, she chose to keep it intact and not chuck it away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yu Heng Ma'am turned up without warning. Luckily, I spotted her at the G.O and ran off to raise the alarm. So she never knew about the repulsive smell in the Red Cross room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's back. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? I wish it was just a horrid nightmare. But it isn't. My biggest worry: What if we get snubbed at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some positive stuff:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crescent Red Cross has a new --!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE STARITS TIMES REPLIED!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113948426025584848?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113948426025584848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113948426025584848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113948426025584848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113948426025584848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/02/todays-red-cross-activity-is-blackest.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113939883536976986</id><published>2006-02-08T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T03:40:35.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A walk down the memory lane...of favourite songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring me to life &lt;em&gt;Evanescence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somewhere I belong &lt;em&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little by little &lt;em&gt;Oasis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elevation &lt;em&gt;U2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End of me &lt;em&gt;Marion Raven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just want to live &lt;em&gt;Good Charlotte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boulevard of broken dreams &lt;em&gt;Green Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake me up when september ends &lt;em&gt;Green Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're beautiful &lt;em&gt;James Blunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helena &lt;em&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behind these Hazel Eyes&lt;em&gt; Kelly Clarkson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Current favourite: Everyday &lt;em&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The songs that have struck a cord in me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake me up when september ends &lt;em&gt;Green Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My immortal &lt;em&gt;Evanescence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My heart will go on &lt;em&gt;Celine Dion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Numb &lt;em&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;em&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behind these Hazel Eyes Kelly Clarkson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113939883536976986?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113939883536976986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113939883536976986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113939883536976986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113939883536976986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/02/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113905812450174300</id><published>2006-02-04T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T05:02:04.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SEETHING WITH WHITE HOT RAGE. THAT HORRID ORGANIZATION IS NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS. NO, I'LL MAKE SURE OF THAT. We've been denied of getting CIP points. And the reason for this is so imbecile: because we did not collect enough money. Can you believe that? What a bloody lie, and guess how the lady at the CIP booth determined that? Simply by lifting the donation bag to check it's weight! I mean, for all she know, the bag could have been light because it contained mainly notes and few coins. So who the hell is she to tell us we did not collect enough? Worse, she thinks we did not put in enough effort to collect money. I was so indignant when I heard that because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE DAMNED WELL PUT IN EFFORT. In fact, we were always worrying about not collecting enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We kept travelling from place to place to look for crowded spots. Charlene and I even spent money to go to Toa Payoh because we knew there'd be loads of people there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can we help it if the commuters donate about 50 cents each?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I TOOK 5HRS OFF 'O' LEVEL REVISION TO COME DOWN AND PLAY MY PART TO RAISE FUNDS AND YOU'RE REFUSING TO CREDIT ME BECAUSE I DID NOT EARN ENOUGH?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do they want so much money anyway? Crescent isn't the only school roped in to help raise funds. There were 3 other schools as well. That would make the combined amount of money collected at the end of the day a mind-boggling figure. And I thought EVERY CENT COUNTS when it comes to fund-raising......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I REPEAT, YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113905812450174300?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113905812450174300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113905812450174300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113905812450174300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113905812450174300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-seething-with-white-hot-rage.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113854019410059765</id><published>2006-01-29T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:20:27.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL AND SUNDRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was ecstatic when I woke up this morning; kept yelling 'Happy New Year' at everyone in the house. After breakfast, we donned our new clothes and set off to my aunt's. To my surprise, us Wans were the first to arrive! And I was so worried the others were waiting impatiently for us...Oh wells, saw my cousins and said hi. Goodness, Samantha has grown so tall! She's even taller than her older sister! Clara is as talkative as ever and Warren's sporting a new hairdo. Sigh, it's kinda sad that because the adults are often busy, we cousins only get to see each other once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, we popped in at each other's place. I am very glad my Ah Ma is doing well, though she is wheelchair-bound for the time being. Ah, before I forget, the highlight of the day: I GOT TO WATCH BLEACH AT MY COUSIN'S!!! Where in the world does cousin Serene download all that anime, huh? Bleach is so cool; in terms of storyline and the characters, that is. No wonder everyone's so crazy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took this quiz which Jingnan sent to me. It's pretty accurate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR TRUE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Source: Tickle.com&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/16299090-113854019410059765?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113854019410059765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113854019410059765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113854019410059765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113854019410059765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-to-all-and-sundry-was.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113810240876338631</id><published>2006-01-24T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T04:46:49.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realised that I rarely blog about Red Cross. So I reckon that'll be the subject of today's post:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATEST IN CRESCENT RC: The arrival of the Sec 1s! *Claps* 3 cheers for the latest additions to the Crescent Red Cross family!!! We played lots of ice-breaker games to welcome the Sec 1s; including the all-time favourite WATERBOMBS. Us NCOs were acting like little kids, chasing each other around and laughing madly. Hehheh. Rahhh, and Madeline and Hui Juan got the cadets to wrap tissue paper round me as part of their bonus. I was like -__-' But I don't mind 'cos it's all in the name of fun and I know getting bonuses can mean a lot, being a cadet once. The only disappointment I had was the number of Sec 1s who joined Red Cross: a pathetic 10. Sigh, you'd think after our brilliant Campfirenight Performance there would be Sec 1s swarming our CCA booth. BUT there's a bright side to this: A number of CCA-less Sec 1s are intereseted in joing RC! *Grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113810240876338631?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113810240876338631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113810240876338631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113810240876338631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113810240876338631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-realised-that-i-rarely-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113732912355800225</id><published>2006-01-15T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:05:16.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I received a compliment that made my heart sprout wings and soar. A junior from my school (Not naming her) said I was ********************** and this was a pleasant surprise. She thinks I'm ***********************? Compliments are super but the most rare and impactful ones are those on CHARACTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of this Japanese proverb 'One kind word can warm three winter months'. How true. Things aren't exactly looking up in my family right now. My grandma suffered from a stroke a month ago, shocking everyone because she had always been in the pink of health. Worry and stress took a toll on my mother and her siblings, resulting in quarells among them. And then during some sort of feedback activity, a junior complimented me. Initial surprise turned into a nice warm feeling within me. So whenever I'm down, I think of what she said and my spirits are lifted. Because someone actually looked up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a few nice words can have such a powerful impact. I've found strength in what she said and also encouragement to better myself. Thank you very much, ***************, for those few words which made my day(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113732912355800225?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113732912355800225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113732912355800225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113732912355800225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113732912355800225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/few-weeks-ago-i-received-compliment.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113715751491304879</id><published>2006-01-13T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T05:05:14.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hereby swear I would be more organized from now on. This time, my heart's really set on it. After today's series of unfortunate events, it finally sunk into my impenetrable mind the importance of proper time management. Too bad I learned it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last night. I had achieved almost everything I had to do until I became absorbed in something else and put everything off till 9.30pm. As time flew by and bedtime drew nearer, I became jittery as I had yet to complete everything. The result was that I became irritable, had a bit of eczyma flare up and slept at 11.30pm though there were some things left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I thought things would get better tomorrow, I was wrong. I woke up feeling groggier than usual and this weariness lingered for a long time after breakfast. As a result, this morning's history class test was screwed up badly, despite having worked hard at it. If thing's coldn't have gotten worse, I received the results of my chinese class test. The less said, the better. As for all the work left undone, I had to sacrifice my precious recess time completing them when I could have read a book or draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon was just as rotten. It was during the cadets' Uniform Inspection when horrors of all horrors, I realized that my shirt had been tucked out all the while! You can imagine the embarrassment I felt; If only I could just evaporate on the spot. And I was stupid enough to forgot to remove my earring studs after I put on my uniform. To top it all off, some Sec 1s pissed me off with their irksome behaviour and selfishness but I don't wish to elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Friday the 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113715751491304879?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113715751491304879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113715751491304879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113715751491304879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113715751491304879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hereby-swear-i-would-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113689327136125011</id><published>2006-01-10T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:41:11.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tidus: I've got a theory. I think that the fayth gathered up my thoughts and put them together to bring me back. Maybe, something like that... Or maybe I'm still a dream...&lt;br /&gt;Yuna: Wait! so you'll disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Tidus: Cherish me, Yuna. And I'll cherish you. Okay? We've gotta stick together. That's what we have to do!&lt;br /&gt;Yuna: [puts her arms around Tidus] is that what the fayth told you?&lt;br /&gt;Tidus: Nah. But I like it!&lt;br /&gt;[Yuna laughs and pushes him into the water]&lt;br /&gt;Tidus: That's not cherishing!&lt;br /&gt;Yuna: You didn't disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the script for the Perfect Ending of FFX-2. Glad I managed to find it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all are probably sick of hearing this but I'm still madly in love with Tidus. No, it ought to be a &lt;em&gt;major crush&lt;/em&gt; on Tidus. I know I'm crazy to be infatuated with a guy who's 1) Fictional 2) Already attached 3) Just a crush ... but I just can't help it. This is so confusing. Blame it on raging hormones, I suppose. In time, I will probably ditch him for some other guy, this I know is going to happen. But Tidus shall always have a place in my heart, for he's my first real eyecandy. And in a way, he symbolizes my Mr Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113689327136125011?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113689327136125011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113689327136125011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113689327136125011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113689327136125011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/tidus-ive-got-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113655820696208051</id><published>2006-01-06T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:46:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAMPFIRE NIGHT~ A night I have dubbed 'The Happiest Moment of My Life'. I shall never forget the loud cheers, the jubiliant faces and the tears of happiness shed. How can I? Our performance when soooooo smoothly, without a hitch at all. Footdrill was excellent; the banging was loud and the whole squad looked so smart. The awe on the audiences' faces shall be etched in my mind forever. As for the firedrill, everyone was so impressed! I don't mean to boast but everyone was amazed with the fireman's lift performed by Maisarah and I! Yes! There were gasps of 'wow' , cheers and an applause! At the end of it all, the seniors, juniors and us NCOs went downstairs for a cheer. 'We shall not be moved' not only reached the farthest corners of the school but reverbreted with the joy and happiness we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR DOING A BANG-UP JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY SQUADMATES, U ALL RAWK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUNIORS, WELL DONE ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SENIORS, THANKS FOR BEING THERE TO SHOW YOUR SUPPORT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT MOST OF ALL, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED CROSS&lt;/span&gt; RULEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113655820696208051?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113655820696208051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113655820696208051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113655820696208051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113655820696208051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/campfire-night-night-i-have-dubbed.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113612448698977676</id><published>2006-01-01T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:08:07.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/Heroes_and_Heroines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/Heroes_and_Heroines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm online like I promised yesterday(or shall I say last year?) A new year lies ahead and I reckon it's going to be a really memorable one like, yea, duh, the 'O's, and of course, World Cup, Stepping down*sobs*, turning sixteen(a milestone in one's life) and et cetera. Ah, yes, my New Year Resolutions: Err...to tell the truth, haven't really thought much about them. But I DID come up with some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;STUDY HARD AND DO WELL FOR THE 'O'S AND PRELIMS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use less talcum powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take Coke (my dog) out for walks more often ,prefably twice a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will add on to the list when I think up of more. P.S I LUUURRVVEEE THIS FINAL FANTASY PIC. It's called Heroes and Heroines and features famous couples from FF 4,7,8 &amp;amp;10. And DUH my favourite couple is Tidus and Yuna. Tidus is the blond guy on the top right hand corner. Yuna's the girl beneath him. AND YEAH I STILL ADORE TIDUS:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113612448698977676?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113612448698977676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113612448698977676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113612448698977676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113612448698977676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-everyone-yup-im-online.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113600400987546858</id><published>2005-12-30T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:40:09.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here we are at the very tail end of the year. If asked to sum 2005 up with one word I'd pick 'Responsibility'. There were plenty of responsibilities to go along this year: Being an NCO, A new subject combination, O level preparations,  etc. Oh, it's been an eventful year too. Looking back, the few defining moments of 2005 were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STEPPING UP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NKF saga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking up the pieces following the Tsunami Disaster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REBONDING MY HAIR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right. GTG. There's homework to be done and lunch to be eaten.  Tonight I'll be staying up for the New Year Countdown and tomorrow, I'll DEFINITELY come online to wish all and sundry HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113600400987546858?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113600400987546858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113600400987546858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113600400987546858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113600400987546858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-here-we-are-at-very-tail-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113559529903232656</id><published>2005-12-26T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T03:17:53.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas Day has came and went. The first thing I did when I woke up in the morning was to yell MERRY XMAS!!! , leap out of bed followed by the usual ritual of washing my face, drinking a glass of water and combing my hair. After that I went downstairs for the Opening of Xmas Gifts. I must say this year's batch of gifts was one of the best ever because I liked everyone of them. The gifts I got were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black OP pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A stack of sketchpads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ANIME GIRL FIGURINES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gold horse and carriage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The anime girl figurines(coutesy of my Mum) surprised and pleased me most. One of set's Memories off and the other is Shuffle! My fav figurine's Hotaru because of her resemblace(sort of lah) towards me and her two ponytails. I'm very happy the others liked the gifts I gave them. Yish simply wouldn't put his Red Sea Sharks comic down and Mum was pleasantly surprised to see the zip pencil case she once had a fancy to. Dad liked the Happy House Piggy pen too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched The Orphans, the Childless and the Predators documentary which is about child victims in the Tsunami disaster of 2004. It's so sad to hear about children who were separated by their parents for ever. Imagine having your loved ones wiped out in a single morning, snatched away by a tidal wave. Yet, there is a hint of hope about them, which struck me, and made me cheer silently for them as they go on with their lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though the Tsunami disaster was a dreadful one, I was comforted by one thing: the huge outpour of care and concern by others who were unaffected. The overwhelming amount of money domnated, the quick response to help, the tears shed, the volunteers who offered aid...This is the height of that most wondrous of feelings, Love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113559529903232656?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113559529903232656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113559529903232656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113559529903232656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113559529903232656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-day-has-came-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113539933505174684</id><published>2005-12-23T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:42:15.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother Yish has been posted to *insert drumroll* Balestier Hill Secondary! Lucky him, Balestier Hill's in Novena which is not too far away from where I live. Crescent, on the other hand, is a 30mins bus ride and 7min walk from my place. Nothing else to say except that I'm happy Yish was not sorted into that B---------.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad made an extremely funny boo-boo the other day when Yish called on the way back from Ai Tong. Apparently, he was still groggy from being woken up from the ringing phone and mistook Yish for a housing agent! Haha, guess what he told Yish? 'Wrong number...' ERMMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray, tomorrow's Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113539933505174684?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113539933505174684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113539933505174684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113539933505174684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113539933505174684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-brother-yish-has-been-posted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113507550041714395</id><published>2005-12-20T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:45:00.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never liked the use of the word 'retarded' to describe something lame or stupid. It just goes to show how much stereotype there is against the mentally-disabled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113507550041714395?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113507550041714395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113507550041714395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113507550041714395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113507550041714395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-never-liked-use-of-word-retarded-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113498778874773414</id><published>2005-12-19T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:23:09.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I want but will NEVER get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be Yuna so I can have Tidus for my lover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have Tifa Lockhart as an elder sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pet dragon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pet unicorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 pairs of raven black wings/ a pair of misty, almost transparent wings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I want but do not have the MEANS to get:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arwen Evenstar pendant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend a rock concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another pair of ear-holes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tifa Lockhart cosplay outfit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chikage cosplay outfit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adobe Photoshop software&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manga-drawing software&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poster of Tidus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I CAN have (in other words this year's christmas wishlist):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Billabong pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 A5 sketchpads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year's x-mas list is short, as you can see. But oh wells, better than nothing. I'll still be happy even though 1/8 of the things I want have been granted. Hey, it ain't good to have a stuff-centered life, right? 'Cos if who you are is what you have and what you have is lost, then who are you?(&lt;em&gt;From The 7 habits Of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113498778874773414?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113498778874773414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113498778874773414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113498778874773414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113498778874773414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-i-want-but-will-never-get-be.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113464328085244797</id><published>2005-12-15T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T02:41:20.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I forgot to mention: I saw a spit in NZ too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, you all must be wondering what makeover I had, the one in my previous post. Well here it is: I WENT TO REBOND MY HAIR!!! *Claps* 4 me. I'm sooo pleased with my new hairdo. I can now kiss that thick,unruly, bushy mane goodbye. Yay!Err...and I reckon I kinda look like Tifa Lockhart now. 3 CHEERS 4 TIFA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a pic of Tifa I'm quite fond&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/Tifa_nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/Tifa_nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; off:&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;Yea my hair is something like that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour has came up with a super funny joke 'starring' the neighbourhood mean-git Lim!(ain't naming him) Whenever this joke crosses my mind I crack up and laugh real hard. It's something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Lim's teacher calls upon him to answer a question&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Lim, what's XXX&lt;br /&gt;Lim: I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I want u to go home and find it out. I'll ask u about it again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Lim goes home and asks his Mum, who's washing the dishes and cooking dinner at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Lim: Ma, what's XXX?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Shaddup lah, I'm busy!&lt;br /&gt;He turns to his Dad, who's watching the elections on TV&lt;br /&gt;Lim: Dad, what's XXX&lt;br /&gt;Dad(punches fist into the air) : GOH CHOK TONG! GOH CHOK TONG!&lt;br /&gt;Lim goes to his brother who's playing a computer and losing badly.&lt;br /&gt;Lim: Oi, what's XXX&lt;br /&gt;Brother(refering to a weapon): The bigger the better!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Lim approaches his grandpa, who's just won a lot of money from playing mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Lim: Ah Gong, what's XXX&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa(puts 2 thumbs up): SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;The next day,&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Lim, what's XXX&lt;br /&gt;Lim: Shaddup lah, I'm busy&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Who taught you that?!&lt;br /&gt;Lim(punches fist into air) :GOH CHOK TONG!GOH CHOK TONG!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher hauls him into the Principal's office, where Lim has a glimpse of the Principal's rotan collecton.&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Now, which cane shall I use on you?&lt;br /&gt;Lim: The bigger, the better!&lt;br /&gt;Principal snatches up the biggest cane and gives him a good thrashing.&lt;br /&gt;Principal: How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Lim(puts 2 thumbs up): SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA(x100) That's so damned funny! No offence mant to SM Goh, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113464328085244797?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113464328085244797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113464328085244797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113464328085244797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113464328085244797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-i-forgot-to-mention-i-saw-spit-in.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113428355071759731</id><published>2005-12-10T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:14:15.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! Since I was away for a week, I'm most certainly not gonna give a detailed account of what we did every day of the trip, just some interesting its and pieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Departure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst day. Hardly got a wink of sleep that night because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turbulence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nitwit of a brother kept kicking the back of my chair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not accustomed to sleeping while sitting upright.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Places we visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visited Christchurch,Queenstown, Te Anou, Fox Glacier, Holkatika via coach. So yeah, the journey from place to place is pretty long and I sat on my butt for hours and hours. But I didn't get bored 'cos there was plenty to see outside: hilly landscapes, raging waterfalls, snow capped mountains cloaked in clouds, herds of sheep and cows, breathtaking beautiful sky...Oh, my fav. place is The Chasm. It's a raging waterfall that has cut a deep chasm into the ground. If you look down you would be able to see the waters churning away into a milky foam and the currents are very fast flowing. Very intriguing. Unfortunately, the idiotic tour guide whisked us away all too soon so I did not have a good look at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lupins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first impressions of these flowers were 'pink and purple corncobs on stalks'. You should see those huge stretches of lupins! They certainly add splashes of colour to the otherwise dreary countryside. Took a number of photos with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Geography in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recognized a number of Geog structures we did in Physical Geography:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glacier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fault line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talus slope (ain't too sure about this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waterfall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocky upper course of rivers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tour guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freak. Asshole. How he managed to remain in the tourism industry for so long puzzles me. He's everything a tour guide isn't supposed to be: grumpy, absent-minded, ignorant, biased...Worse of all, it's fcuking compulsory to tip him!!! Outrageous! Tip him! Yea, I would; I'd tip him into The Chasm or off a cliff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slept better this time. Err...played Uno with my brother and the other kids in our tour group. Airplane food is quite nice, especially the potatoes and chicken cutlet. Finished Anne Frank's Diary and started on The Alchemist. Oh, I also exchanged e-mail addresses with the others; in this way we'd always keep in touch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Uncle Yeow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last time I met him was when I was in P5. He looks exactly like I remembered him: same moustache, thick eyebrows and thick black hair. In contrast, his kids have changed much: Tania's hair is longer and she's fairer. As for Trevor, he's grown pretty big-sized.He and I have got one thing in common though: the Final Fantasy fever. Oh, and their mum: don't remember a thing about her at all. Oops! But her cooking's superb, coincidently, she prepared many of the foods I like that night. She bought Paf too, which is a famous HZ cake made out of egg white and sugar only. I had two thick slices of that for desert:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So on the whole, NZ rox:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113428355071759731?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113428355071759731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113428355071759731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113428355071759731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113428355071759731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-since-i-was-away-for-week-im.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113351547264753936</id><published>2005-12-02T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:24:32.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/in_your_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/in_your_eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow the Wans will be off to New Zealand. Yay! I love travelling abroad. Thankfully, it's summer in NZ now so I don't have to lug bulky, cumbersome winter wear around. We'll be back next Saturday so till then, ppl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...I'll be away for a week or so...so if I've got anything else to say I'd better spit 'em out now...very well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, about this pic: It's a Yuna &amp; Tidus wallpaper done by me:) I found the eyes beautiful so I thought, why not make a wallpaper out of it? As for the 'In your eyes...A hero is what I see' , these are lyrics taken from that song they used to play on TV during the SARS crisis. Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, I'M GONNA HAVE A 'LIL MAKEOVER SOON!(But I won't say what; it's a surprise)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirdly, Wei Xue, I don't know if you'll see this but take care, yea? I agree that feeling sick is no fun but smile and be happy! Get well soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forthly, I've realized the reason why I'm afraid of handling raw meat. It's not the blood; blood fascinates me. It's the fact that the meat's raw. When it's raw, it's cold, slimy and the cells are probably still alive. That makes raw meat partly live, right? *Shudders* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fifthly, I've also realized what does little buttons people in online forums use to sign off with or use as an alternative to online monikers are called: avatars. They're cute and I'm making some for myself. Oh, and speaking of online monikers, mine are: LPmetoerian( Linkin Park Meteorian) and VelvetNightmare(Yazoo's gun in FF7 AC). I'm trying to think of one more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sixthly, Tidus rawks:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seventhly, umm... Red Cross, Rock music and the Goth culture rock too:) So does being a punk:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eighthly, ...umm...err....hmmm...the end! Goodbye for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113351547264753936?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113351547264753936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113351547264753936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113351547264753936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113351547264753936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/tomorrow-wans-will-be-off-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113315502323777018</id><published>2005-11-27T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:17:03.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, RC camp was fine. The juniors displayed good adaptibility and tough will which is great, though ,of course, there were times they made us mad. As for me...err...my RCK lesson was OK I suppose...I think the quiz I came up with was boring; it's been used way too many times. Oh wells, couldn't think of anything else. Oh yeah, OSCAR WON AN AWARD 4 BEST GROUP NAMETAG! YAY! (x100)Heh, as you can see, I'm a maniac of a group mentor. Glad the Oscarians were able to put up with my mad antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More excellent Final Fantasy websites below. I WANT TO WATCH THE FINAL FANTASY 7 ADVENT CHILDREN MOVIE BADLY!!! Any DVDs out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fffuture.net/topsites/in.php?id=23"&gt;http://www.fffuture.net/topsites/in.php?id=23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasy-forever.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.fantasy-forever.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113315502323777018?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113315502323777018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113315502323777018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113315502323777018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113315502323777018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-rc-camp-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113248454159555350</id><published>2005-11-20T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T03:02:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/3ppl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/3ppl.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so much for all the depressing stuff in the previous posts. I'm feeling happier now because of 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I managed to draw a nicenice fanart of Tifa Lockhart fron Final Fantasy 7!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've found this site which has some very lovely manga!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I've also found a clip showing the Spring scene from Final Fantasy X and another featuring the reunion scene from Final Fantasy X-2!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thing 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tifa rox. Big time. After a vehement mental debate on who I like better, Aeris or Tifa, I've realized that I'm more inclined towards Tifa. This is because she and I share many similar character traits. For example, though we may look soft on the outside, we pack a punch, man! Don't mess with us, nyea nyea. Like her, I'm kind hearted and also, we're both martial artists! Tifa's kinda pretty, too:) Oh, yea, about the fanart, I'm pretty pleased with it though it's not very accurate. But, oh wells, a job well done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thing 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost fell off my chair when I visited the site. Gosh, the manga is breathtakingly beautiful! The artist's a genius, she's a magician with the pen and colouring pencils, she's......I DECLARE HER MY MANGA-DRAWING GURU! The above is an example of one of the lovely pics she drew, featuring Aeris, Cloud and Tifa from Final Fantasy 7. Click and save it if you want. It will not appear transparent, I guarantee. Oh, and here's the URL: &lt;a href="http://arielsky.blog.ocn.ne.jp/ariel_sky/2005/06/"&gt;http://arielsky.blog.ocn.ne.jp/ariel_sky/2005/06/&lt;/a&gt; Go check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thing 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay! I'm so glad I found 'em. They're so touching. Real sweet, and TIDUS YOU'RE STILL MY EYECANDY:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I'll be off for Red Cross camp from Nov 23 to 25 so I won't be blogging then.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/3ppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113248454159555350?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113248454159555350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113248454159555350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113248454159555350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113248454159555350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/11/sigh-so-much-for-all-depressing-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113228097501852738</id><published>2005-11-17T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:29:35.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I watched the Global Dimming ducumentry on Channelnewsasia. Felt so worried for our poor Earth at the end of it. If pollution continues at this rate, the results could be as catastrophic as the world climate spinning out of our control. And I figured out that if that were to happen, it would mean an end to the human race. No, no, no I don't want that to happen. I'd like the human race to continue ever after. I simply can't imagine a world without people. Why can't world leaders make Saving the Earth a top priority, alongside terrorism and bird flu? Please, please do it before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113228097501852738?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113228097501852738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113228097501852738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113228097501852738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113228097501852738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-sunday-i-watched-global-dimming.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113170899156002232</id><published>2005-11-11T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T03:36:31.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's been yet another suicide bombing, this time in Jordan. I'm feeling scared; terrorism keeps rearing its ugly head and for all we know the next country it's eyeing could be Singapore. The world's going mad, what with all that bombings, senseless slaughter and intense racial tension. I'm reminded Roald Dahl's The BFG, where at one point, the giant declares that humans 'are the most evil of all' or something like that because humans are the only species which kill off those of their own kind. Even the most ferocious beasts in the animal kingdom would never do that, he argues. How true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113170899156002232?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113170899156002232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113170899156002232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113170899156002232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113170899156002232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/11/theres-been-yet-another-suicide.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113116435224004770</id><published>2005-11-04T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:19:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from HK! So what do I have to say about my vacation? All right, I suppose, it was great to see Gramps and Gran again (my grandparents) and the weather was pretty good; I rarely felt the need to scratch. Thankfully, the hotel Mum and Dad picked (Stanford Hillview) turned out nice and comfy, unlike the hotel we stayed in the last time we visited Hong Kong. That one was......the less said, the better. How it managed to earn 3 stars remains a mystery to me.The only qualms I have about this one is that it is perched on top of a steep slope so the ascent can be tiring, especially after a day of travelling about. Oh, one thing I noticed about Hong Kong: everyone seems to live in flats. As you know,  80% of Singaporeans live in flats. Well, it appears to be 100% with the HKers. Why? Throughout my stay, I have not come across any bungalows, terrace house, semi-Ds etc. And the HK flats are super high, I mean, they tower above the office buildings and mega-malls, Some were even mounted on top of the malls, making them even more colossal in height. So based on these 2 observations, does that mean HK is suffering from overpopulation? Hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HK rox......with the exception of the shops within our hotel vicinity. Our hotel's located in a huge shopping district but unfortunately the shops there are kinda boring. The stuff so are either too impractical or expensive *sobs* So in the end, I didn't buy much. What a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Macau too. Lovely place, kinda like Singapore except it has plenty of casinos. These casinos churn out plenty of money so they're pillars of the Macau economy. Oh, yeah, the tour guide told us that because these casinos are thriving so well, ther's no need for the ppl of Macau to pay taxes! Wow! Then I shall move to Macau after university  and become a PR . Heh:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113116435224004770?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113116435224004770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113116435224004770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113116435224004770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113116435224004770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-from-hk-so-what-do-i-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-113048101814382952</id><published>2005-10-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:30:18.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/1600/jet_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1542/320/jet_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyheys, I'm leaving the country for Hong Kong in 2hrs! Yep, going abroad! It's going to be so much fun; we're shopping and visiting relatives. But no, we won't be visiting Disneyland. Aww, but never mind, there'll still be plenty to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back next monday! Till then, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WEIXUE &amp; MY BROTHER YISH!&lt;/span&gt; You all rock (yea, you too, Yish, although you often get on my nerves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s This is my dream school uniform. Simple and black, with a gothic touch. So pretty huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-113048101814382952?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113048101814382952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=113048101814382952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113048101814382952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/113048101814382952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/10/heyheys-im-leaving-country-for-hong.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112980670850240272</id><published>2005-10-20T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T04:11:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam results are back. One word: Crap. With the exception of History, English and Geography. Sigh. I've really got to pull up my socks if I want to get a good L1R5 for the O levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112980670850240272?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112980670850240272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112980670850240272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112980670850240272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112980670850240272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/10/exam-results-are-back.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112962374001988469</id><published>2005-10-18T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:22:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, we're getting back our Final Year exam results tomorrow. How exciting. Can't wait to see them, especially A maths and Chemistry. Fcuk lah. Screwedscrewedscrewedscrewedscrewed(x100000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, NICE NEW BLOGSKIN huh? Linkin Park forever! And the gurl (the same Redyan in my previous red skin) rawkz too, she's so pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112962374001988469?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112962374001988469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112962374001988469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112962374001988469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112962374001988469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-man-were-getting-back-our-final.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112944142213667978</id><published>2005-10-15T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:43:42.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After working for us for 4 years, Wiji left Singapore for her home in Indonesia yesterday morning. We rose at about 6.45am to get ready for the trip to the airport and left the house at 7.30am. I'm glad she liked the parting gifts we bought for her.At about 8.30am, the time to bid farewell came. We hugged, shooked hands and watched as she disappeared among the crowds after checking in. No, none of us cried but we were pretty quiet for sometime after Wiji left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new maid is gonna be our last maid. That's good because I want to learn to be hardy and self-reliant . Right now, the only household chore I'm involved in is cooking meals. Can't wait to attain 100% independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiji sent us an SMS this morning,saying that she was in a car at the moment and was doing fine. We sent her a reply that we were coping well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for something more cheerful: I'm almost done with my new blogskin! *Claps* And I created this one all by myself *Cheers* It's neater looking now, yups. OH, AND I'VE BOUGHT &lt;strong&gt;LINKIN PARK'S&lt;/strong&gt; CD &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;METEORA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hooray! It rox! Faint rox! Nobody's listening rox! Breaking the habit rox! Somewhere I belong rox! LINKIN PARK I LURVE U LOTS!!! From your, hardcore fan, YY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112944142213667978?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112944142213667978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112944142213667978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112944142213667978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112944142213667978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-working-for-us-for-4-years-wiji.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112908617409391104</id><published>2005-10-11T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:02:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bloody blur. Guess what? This morning I got up at 6am, changed into my school uniform, grabbed my school bag,books and all, and went to school......only to discover that there isn't any school for the Sec 1s,2s,and3s! How embarrasing! I first sensed something amiss as our car pulled up at the classroom block. The school compuond seemed deserted save for a few Sec 4s. And the classroom blocks were unusually quiet. Thinking that I was late, I panicked and rushed towards the Parade Square. Empty. I looked towards the hall and saw light spilling out of it. As I went over, I noticed that the few students present in school were Sec 4s and there was no sign of the Sec 1s,2s,and 3s. It then struck me that school today was meant for the Sec 4s only, probably some O level related stuff. Sheesh......and I seem to be the only girl who is completely unaware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THE FINAL YEARS ARE FREAKIN' OVER!!! Hooray! *Chucks books out of the window* I'm on cloud nine. The clippings on my wings have been released and I'm soaring towards heaven. I'M FREE! Well, at least for now. Let's see...... after returning from school this morning, I continued reading Mum's Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Yeah, I know it's uber thick but I'm going to try to finish the whole lot, now that I'm free. Right now I'm online (duh) surfing for more manga and have just listened to So Yesterday by Hilary Duff and Fall to pieces by Avril Lavigne. Oh, and last night, I watched Dad's Titanic DVD.....Titanic is still my favourite movie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k this is getting boring; I usually don't give a recount on how I spend my day. Have I got anything else to say......ahha......TIDUS I STILL LIKE YOU LOTS. IwanttobeYunaIwanttobeYunaIwanttobeYuna(x1000000) Sigh. I'll sign off from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112908617409391104?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112908617409391104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112908617409391104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112908617409391104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112908617409391104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-bloody-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112883405873392847</id><published>2005-10-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:00:58.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, only 2 more exams to go! Geog 1 and A maths. Don't want to talk about the others, I just want to flush them out of my mind. Especially Chem. It's so screwed! My Chem really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the many things I could do when the exams finally come an end! Blogging, manga drawing, cycling, sleeping, reading TV, listening to music, hitting the malls......Tuesday please come quick! After the A maths exam, I'm going out with SJ to Tiong Bahru Plaza. We're going to check out a MANGA shop. Yays! And I'm going to buy some FINAL FANTASY stuff *starts dreaming of Tidus* Tuesday! You seem light years away......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I change my blogskin? My brother, Mum and SJ have said that it looks 'complicated'. Is it really that bad? I thought it's pretty......but still......I admit the backround is a LITTLE complicated. Just a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112883405873392847?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112883405873392847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112883405873392847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112883405873392847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112883405873392847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/10/man-only-2-more-exams-to-go-geog-1-and.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112756293218064769</id><published>2005-09-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:55:32.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. Haven't gone online for about a week. Gotta study for that exams, see. Oh yeah, about the exams: THERE'S STILL LOADS TO REVISE! I'M BLOODY PARANOID ABOUT THE EXAMS!!!!!! Okay, yy, calm down. Thankfully, I'm not lagging behind in any subjects(except maybe for chinese and bloody-graph-drawing). Still, there's so much left to cover. Must do well for Final Years and get a good L1R5, but at the rate my revision is going, well, that'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut guy's finally here. We've waited long enough. Bye and good luck to all for their exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112756293218064769?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112756293218064769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112756293218064769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112756293218064769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112756293218064769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112712667050069218</id><published>2005-09-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T03:44:30.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YY sucks. She is the perfect candidate for 'Most dim-witted git of the Year'. Believe it or not, she completely forgot about today's A maths class test. And this Wednesday's Biology class test. Amazing, isn't it, how 2 class tests mangaed to slip from her mind during the weekend. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a dim-witted, super slow kid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a lousy sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm slow when it comes to school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't fit in with my peers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112712667050069218?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112712667050069218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112712667050069218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112712667050069218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112712667050069218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/09/yy-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112696495042094805</id><published>2005-09-17T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T06:49:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freakin' hell. I've fallen in love with Billabong stuff; their designs rawk. And I'm eyeing this Billabong pencil case and this super nice black Billabong tee. Problem is: BILLABONG MERCHANDISE COST A BOMB. No, that's an understatement. They cost two bombs. Guess how much my dream tee costs? 30 bucks! A medium sized Billabong pencil case? 20 bucks! How about a backpack? 70 bucks! Whoa, where I'm I gonna get the money? What the hell. Why the skyhigh prices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Tidus is still my eyecandy:) I sure wish I were Yuna.Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112696495042094805?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112696495042094805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112696495042094805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112696495042094805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112696495042094805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/09/freakin-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112660928913255750</id><published>2005-09-13T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T04:01:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, am I super glad to be born in 1990. Why? Because yesterday, Mrs Leow told us that our cohort WILL NOT BE DOING SPA FOR 'O' LEVELS AFTER ALL!!! Yippee! No SPA! No SPA! No SPA! To think that I was a such nervous wreck about SPA! I pity all the Sec 2s &amp; 1s; the current Sec 2s are going to be pioneers in this SPA thingy,see, and SPA is no Mickey Mouse thing. In case u r wondering, SPA stands for Science Practical Assesment (I reckon) and it's something really tough the MOE came up with to replace the O level Science Practical Exam. Tough as in really demanding, asking you to design experiments(gulp!) and all. Heh, the juniors may have tablet PCs but they've got SPA. So mean of me......but I can't help it. I'm seriously elated about being let off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta, GOTTA do well for the Final Years. I DONT want to be chucked into any remedial programmes next year for not doing well in certain subjects. No way. Shall do a revision plan. Yep. Freaking out.......there's just so damn much to study for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112660928913255750?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112660928913255750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112660928913255750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112660928913255750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112660928913255750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/09/man-am-i-super-glad-to-be-born-in-1990.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112642030014118973</id><published>2005-09-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:31:40.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just realized that Aaron Carter looks a whole lot like Tidus(my major crush)! Saw a photo of him in this month's teenage magazine. Almost dropped it in surprise. So I've decided to like Aaron Carter too, although I just don't understand why some ppl. in Teenage are against him. Something about being the catalyst in the Hillary Duff-Lindsay Lohan feud? BUT even though I've decided to like him, my heart still lies with TIDUS. I know Tidus better. Ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of the June holidays. Aww. Let me recap on the past forthnight( it's gonna be real brief):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 June&lt;br /&gt;Took my very first neoprint! SJ and I took 'em at Far East Plaza. Thankfully, my face didn't turn out spastic. Oh yeah, bought the Superfresh 2 CD at HMV. Thank you SJ for taking me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 September&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day. This year's celebration rox! I luv Sharyl, Milu, Reinnie, Yifang and Chloe's performance best! So punky! Hail the punk rockers of the world! Went back to Ai Tong. Saw Yish. Met Leong Min and Eng Teck, exchanged hp numbers with Jin Jun and Le Ying. I still miss my wonderful P6 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 September&lt;br /&gt;Arts Awareness Day. Didn't buy a thing this year. Watched plenty of performances, my favourite being the ELDDS's Blackbox Productions. Manga Workshop was great, though I wish it was much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 September&lt;br /&gt;Beach cleaning with TKGS. It went pretty well and the group under me emerged second for the Treasure Hunt!*Claps*Got to know some ppl. from TKGS. I've got Ying Qi(kinda like my name:)'s e-mail address but unfortunately, I can't link her because my MSN messenger is malfunctioning. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Dined at Jack's Place at Ang Mo Kio for lunch with family. Service there is excellent. Returned library books. I feel guilty of completing only 1/20 of Slightly Shady even after 2 weeks. Gonna miss The Appentice, really good book. Makes me wanna join the law enforcement when I grow up. But I can't. I'm too short(yes, there's an effing minimum height if you want to be a police officer. It says so on a banner outside the Police Academy). F lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Not much. Been listening to Superfresh 2 during lunch. Mum actually likes some of the songs, especially She will be Loved by Maroon 5. Checked out Yisou.com. Listened to Untitled(Simple Plan), Superstar(Jamelia) and Don't Phunk with my heart(Black-eyed peas). Not bad, will download some songs from there someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112642030014118973?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112642030014118973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112642030014118973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112642030014118973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112642030014118973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-just-realized-that-aaron-carter.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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-16299090.post-112618434524923122</id><published>2005-09-08T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:59:05.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Snatching up a pair of scissors, YY advances towrads the ribbon and poises to snip it. Snap! the ribbon breaks into two, signaling the opening of operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyheys people! Yeah, okay, fine, that was a lame introduction.Welcome to my third blog*claps* Bring on the fireworks and let's celebrate the Grand Opening! Heh:) Pretty cool huh? It took my Mum and I ages and ages to get the html and everything right; there were times I was close to giving up and settling for a much simpler and easy-to-install skin. But we succeeded in the end! Kudos to my Mum for taking time off to help me with my blog:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background's super cool, eh? It was done by someone at &lt;a href="http://www.minitokyo.net"&gt;www.minitokyo.net&lt;/a&gt;. Take note, manga and anime lovers, you just GOTTA check out this wonderful site. The girl on the left is Redyan from a game called A3. I chose this pic because the colour of her outfit matches the background and also because she's pretty. 'Boulevard of broken dreams' and 'Till then I walk alone' are lines from the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by GREEN DAY. I lluurvve that song a whole lot. And Green Day rox:) As for the name of my blog, well, commandos always name the missions they embark on 'Operation' something, so that explains the 'operation'. I'm not a fan of the colour red but&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I quite like blood-red and I love roses(prefably pink ones) So put 'em together and you get operation-bloodrose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg. I'll be back;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16299090-112618434524923122?l=operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112618434524923122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16299090&amp;postID=112618434524923122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112618434524923122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16299090/posts/default/112618434524923122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://operation-bloodrose.blogspot.com/2005/09/snatching-up-pair-of-scissors-yy.html' title=''/><author><name>LPmeteorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203220102195485035</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>
