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Right now, I'm considering of doing something of a fair trade- for my two sisters' sake. One of them will enter her big high-school-leaving-exams tomorrow. (She's studying right now - more like getting a whole load of Math ravings from my elder sis.) The other one is going to enter her big junior-college-leaving-exams a week from now. (She's the one doing the raving.) Both have the same reaction, even though they're sniggering at each other and gaping at all the careless mistakes - they're crying their hearts out from the bottom of the paper-and-textbook piles. I consider making myself scarce during this period of time. I know that both of them would be annoyed if they spotted me on the laptop, on the Internet, relaxing and doing more relaxing businesses - while they're slogging away. Then again, I can place myself strategically next to them - and make them hustle even more. Poor things.
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Yeah, school's really bugging me. American History is too much work. Bible is ok. Algebra II may be too simple... Chemistry kicks my face in everyday. English III is harder than any English class I've taken. Fine Arts Survey is -way- too opinionated, but apparently, the opinionated questions have a definite answer.. And the Office Aid has cake B) . Story for today. So, I come home from school. I sit down, think about the assignments I have, and get to work. I start off with an American History assignemtn that's due Wednesday. It's making a list of American and World events during our research paper's person's lifetime. We have to make a list at least 30 facts each. Come to find out, it took me 2½ hours to get 20 facts. The thing about the assignment is, getting facts on the time period of our person, not facts about the person himself. So we have to do more research around the person then we do on the person. After that, I go get food, took about 30 mintues. I get back home, played halo for about an hour, then I realize "AAAAAAAAH!!!! I HAVE AN AMERICAN HISTORY TEST TOMORROW!!!!" Those tests, by the way, are the hardest tests I have taken... 90% is short answer... So I study for a bit, then I realize it's 9:00 p.m. (central). I go take my shower, then it's like 9:30 p.m. and I'm still not ready for anything tomorrow. That was my day, how was yours?
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When my mother invited her visiting friends from the U.S. to a seafood dinner, I couldn't let the chance of having something different for dinner pass me by. The seafood was great - it was a pity that there was no fish. However, they did have wine. Now, drinking isn't good, but wine is something different. I may have sworn myself to stay off alcohol, but it didn't mean that I was curious about it. And I was with parents - that meant that it'll be safe. My mother allowed me - she said that the red wine being served was a good wine - and poured me a dash. The wine smelled strong, potent maybe. I took a sip. The first thing I noticed was that the liquid somehow... disappeared... when I sipped it. The next thing I knew, there was a sensation going up my nose. I must have had some sort of reaction on my face, because the others at the table started laughing. But, I must admit, I slept well that night.
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Cable company...... needs....... to...... fix........ the....... internet.......... More to the point, I've been having major, extremely, extraterrestrial lag on XBox Live whilst playing Halo 3 (I said "whilst," lol). I've done everything on my part to strength, speed up, increase range, etc. (seriously, I've spent at least $200 trying to make things better) the internet and the cable company is saying "Everything appears to be fine, but we'll send out someone tomorrow to find out if anything is wrong." Yeah right. Well, as my internet problems seem to progress, I'm trying to make the best out of the time I have left on my internet. Halo 3 = freakishly awesome game of this generation.
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I am back in school, dealing with a five hour break. Meanwhile, I've little else to say but: 'Where did the holidays go?!' -<dd>
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Well, not quite. It's just that the Chinese have turned it into cake. If you all know what a mooncake is, then good. If not, go to Wikipedia. At least the information there is quite valid. This past tool of war - haha - is now a token part of the Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Lantern Festival, and the Mooncake Festival. (I don't know if there're any more names for this.) But, what Wiki didn't say was that another way to participate in the festivities is to make mooncakes and let others gorge on it. My home has a knack of transforming the dining table into a snowskin lotus mooncake factory during this time of the year. My grandmother would suddenly try her best to be technology-savvy and operate the large mixer to make the dough. We, the kids of the house, would turn into the factory's conveyor belt and create the mooncakes which were refrigerated and then eaten. Yes, these mooncakes were not baked mooncakes. These were 'snowskin' - a softer, easier-to-eat and much more mouldable crust for the lotus filling. And it tasted goooood. So, when you make batches of them and they start to choke the fridge, you start giving them away. When school started, I brought me a large batch of these mooncakes to feed the class with during class breaks. It worked out - almost everyone said that it was a good batch of mooncakes. The odd one out from 'everyone else' was the lecturer who liked it so much he decided to finish the rest when the others were full. And there are still packets and boxes more of them in the fridge. And I don't think they'll last through mail. -<dd>
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So, I came back from USA. Old news - maybe not to those who haven't me back (in black) at the Epics. But, I feel like some memories would be nice to share: - Down at the front of the infamous Kodak Theatre, 'Johh Hancock' was in full swing of production, with its main actor right in the limelight - and attending to the crowd of screaming fan girls and I do exclude myself from that fray. But, I did see Will Smith - in the flesh. - We visited Apple's Campus - the mothership of everything under the Mac's universe. And we got lucky - we were given sneak peeks into the iPhone and the new OS, Leopard. They are fantastic, and that's all I'm revealing. (However, we only had an itty-bitty glimpse at the iPod Touch.) - Our tour group visited Universal Studios and Disneyland Park - much yay-ness was experienced. However, after one of the rides, one of our people got motion sickness. I sat him down at a bench and asked him to focus on something (in a small hunch that vision-focusing alleviates the headache). All that poor guy could say was, "You have really nice eyes." (You'd be happy to know that after a while of rest - and re-mentioning that funny phrase -, our guy got better and stopped spouting strange phrases. ) - We spent September 11th in the least likely, yet most worrying, place you could think of - on the plane. A Boeing 330-200, I think. And, as you can see, I made it back in one piece. - We visited Stanford University! *hop hop* It was BIG... and pretty... - We also visited the UCLA and the USC - rival universities in the same area. I was a little concerned about us visiting the rivals, where maybe each side would try its best to brainwash us - hardyhar, it never happened - and make us think one school's better than the other. Both are nice places, I've set my eyes on one of them unfortunately, due to its music programme not being in a conservatory. And maybe the joke of jetlag would be fun to add. - On our second day there, we all woke up at really odd times - some rooms woke at around 2am, others woke around 4am. My room had little to laugh about - we were drifting in and out of sleep since 1am. When we returned from the States, our sleeping hours were swung back into mayhem. The worst record so far - 2:30am. I'm recovering, slowly recovering - but still, I had such a great time in California! -<dd>
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The performance went all-right. The mistakes I made weren't too obvious, thank goodness. The teacher-singer I had enlisted as my partner in crime did a splendid rendition of 'Girl From Ipanema' to 'Boy From Ipanema' in English and Portugese. But, that aside, I'm heading to the US on Monday - and arriving on Northwest-American soil on Monday. No thanks to the Greenwich line and the Median line (My geography is rusty), I may suffer from serious jetlag when I return (next Wednesday), and I foresee little time tomorrow to mention the day I leave. So, till I return, bon voyage!
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I was sick of having canned or prepared food at home. I was opening packets of things to eat, and some of them did not taste so great. So I decided to try something cooked from scratch - something that every Chinese-bred Asian should be able to cook: fried rice. Don't start jumping yet. I realised how tough it was to make it. I knew that my grandmother was the absolute head of the cooking matters of home, granted with years of expertise and much more of experience. Her fried rice is strangely addictive, even if it was cooked the same way every time I had it. So, I decided to go with it. My family had leftover rice, I grabbed 3 eggs, spring onions, an onion and a whole garlic. I cleaved the onions and garlic - and cried when the onion went under the knife. I couldn't remember how to slice the onions without cutting the root - or whatever the real name is for the bottom area. The odour was unbearable. Adding oil to the frying pan (the wok was too large for me to handle), I fried the onion and garlic until the former was translucent and the latter golden brown. The eggs were whisked with spring onion, some onion and slices of ham added in and all that went in. Upping the speed, I scrambled the egg around. When the rice was added in, I realised something was wrong - I had too much rice! Mixing the rice quickly, I realised that I was wrong - there was actually too much egg. But when the scrambling of the food in the pan continued, everything looked more or less in order. I then had a taste, after lashing in a bit of soya sauce and sesame oil. Yes, that was all it was to it. But the rice tasted bland. I decided to cheat. There were chicken stock cubes somewhere in the fridge. I promptly took out one, dissolved it in a pinch of hot water, and threw it into the mixture. And when I finally served the food and tried it - my goodness! I had added too much flavour to my food - if that's the proper term for it. The easier way to describe it, I suppose, is that it was too salty. Nevertheless, I downed the whole plate. I loved sodium, but that was still a bit of an overdose. A good note I can add in to this random escapade of risk was that I did not poison myself, but I'll leave all the cooking matters to my grandmother - for now.
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1) Against the Machine Today was a big day for me (What a way to start a blog post. ); I was going horseriding! In a place of scarce land and resources, owning a horse was a real luxury. Furthermore, it was really expensive to get the horse itself. I used to go riding for a while, but when my favourite horse died and the prices escalated, I stopped and forgot about it. So when a holiday course, subsidised to a fair amount by the polytechnic, was offered, I hopped at the chance. But first, I had to catch the bus. When I walked out to the road, lo and behold, was the bus. It had to take a few extra turns before reaching the bus stop, while it was a bit more than a stone's throw away for me. I raced against it - and I caught the bus in time. 2) Against the Creature Horseriding today was so fun! I was so glad to get into the saddle again. It was only a pity that we did not progress onto cantering or galloping - the faster and fastest paces a horse can go to - but the horse I rode on was a sweetie. Saskamari (what on earth was it with horses and funny names?) was a black mare, and was co-operative as my partner and I switched sides - but she constantly nuzzled me due to an itchy muzzle. But there was one part where I almost had the horse after me - I had to release the rope that I led Saska by and let her walk by my side. However, my partner hadn't gripped the idea of steering yet, so I had to assist in leading, by jogging ahead. I didn't know if Saska was chasing me, but we had a laugh that my partner finally realised what he did wrong - after I had led the horse and rider through nearly the entire course. And tomorrow, it'll be my heart that will be racing - It's the performance!
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The idiosyncratic mannerism of nail-biting often means that the person doing this dirty act is either nervous or has a bad habit to kick. (I'm not in any way being nasty to Dr. Bionicle - He is breaking the habit. Go go!) I'm nervous. There's a private function I'm to perform at, next (or this) Friday! Egads and eek, and the night's repertoire is still slightly flawed. I've been drilling - but to a point of exhaustion. I realised this, of course, and took a break. I don't know when I'll get back into the swing of things. Nail-biting can be a way to stave off excitement - the U.S. West Coast trip is in 9 days! I realised another thing - my delegation was going to visit Apple HQ. It's a chance to see what the iPhone buzz was about, even though I've read that they incur bills that are about the size of a book. My nails are now short - perfect for key-playing. I do hope I don't end up picking this up! -<dd>
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When my little sister came into the room at 9pm, my twin and I noted that she was still in her school uniform. She had not gone for her daily shower. My twin was absolutely nit-picky about that. The surrogate mother of the house ordered the little grasshopper to make a move. The little grasshopper continued to watch me play my MMORPG. So, Twin came to me and she decided that we two should take up our duties as Elder Sisters to full responsibility - and get her to the bathroom. We both attacked. The little one stood no chance. In a laughing fit, we tickled her off my bed - a feat, because this little sister of ours had not many tickle points to exploit - and she landed laughing in a hysterical lump. Twin did something drastic. "You take the back! I take the front!" She grabbed her legs, I grabbed the arms, and we heaved and dragged. Little Sis was still in her laughing fit, so there was no resistance. We dragged her out of the room, and the both of us were still laughing at the strange ridiculity of this action we took. Midway on on the trip of the bathroom, I had to drop the load and recover from my fit of laughter. Twin had done the same. Now, finally, Twin recovered some sense and issued a threat to the little sis: Make your own way to the bathroom, or we'll drag you in. Little Sis couldn't reply. She just whined and laughed at the same time - how she did it, I'm not sure. So we dragged her all the way in, and retreated quickly when she went into a whining fit. We locked the door in our room, and Twin only peeped out once to check what had happened. The bathroom door was closed, with the sounds of a shower coming from within. Mission accomplished. And believe me, you'll only find this random hilarity in my household alone.
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...help. *faints*
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My holidays have started on a sad note - I have been returning to school because certain classmates need to hand in work to me, and get 'tuition' on their assignments that were due just today. And tomorrow, I'm called back regarding the US West Coast trip. And to think I was all prepped up for some relaxation after the hectic school term. For once, a late morning instead of waking at the crack of dawn, and maybe more time to practise for upcoming music-events or dig back into my hobbies... Meanwhile, I have to visit the dentist tomorrow. I entirely forgot my appointment last month!
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This is going to be patriotic, but it's necessary, IMO. At least two centuries ago, a small island in the South China Sea was found. Fast forward to the twentieth century, and the island has grown. It gained independence, like how the United States of America had the Declaration of Independence signed and recognised. Fast forward 42 years from its independence, and you'd find that Singapore is thriving as a successful world hub in the year 2007. So, what I really mean to say is: Happy 42nd Birthday, Singapore! -<dd>
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I'm never, ever, going on stage with sweaty palms again. I think that was one of the excuses I could bring up to explain why 'Eternity' was not played at its best. What most musicians (not the professional, MusicIndustry-based ones that we all know, like Linkin Park, Norah Jones, and whathaveyou) say was true: In practice you're perfect, but that doesn't count on performance day. But that did not apply to ALL the groups. There were some that were flawless, some that were mostly flawless, and those who really showed their flaws. Whatever happened, everything went smoothly. The bands played on. The crowd was co-operative. And we all were happy. That counts. Now, onto those assignment(s).... and tests. *Meanwhile, to say something other than proving that I've only a school life: My dog is a downright beggar. He tricked my mother, my father and my sister to give him some leftovers. In one go.
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To cut the long story short, someone found my wallet, and I'll get it back - hopefully - by tomorrow! A little girl found it and innocently took it home and passed it to her mummy. D'aww.
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We must celebrate all the good news, y'know, instead of the morbid mentality we have of being attracted to any bad news that occur. First on the list is the Transforming Sound (from the original Transformers cartoons) that I received from my friend as a ringtone. As Nokia goes, if you leave the phone in its 'General' profile, it shall make noise. That happened when someone quite wisely sent me an SMS during class time. I had left the phone in 'General' mode. Cue in the shock and laughter as everyone realised where the sound came from. Since we have no stringent rules about handphones, all I suffered was a bit of embarrassment and a knowing eye from the lecturer. It was fun - everyone needed a laugh anyway. Secondly, this week was one really hectic week. It felt like it had dragged on for too long to be a week, but today is Friday and I have survived two night-meets, two impromptu sessions in school to help out my classmates in their assignments, a day where I literally was sent running around the campus of the school (Oh my aching legs) and a presentation for a module. Thirdly, I dropped my laptop. It survived. Next, I'm still alive and well. There's been a spate of illness going around and some of my classmates got it. I didn't. And finally, to give myself a bit of a reward of a week survived and well-managed, I made my way down to a Japanese restaurant and, lucky me, it had a buffet promotion going on that fit in my weekly budget! So I helped myself to the food - a lot of food. I'm in a good mood today. And I'll relish it.
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I was absent for a bit, but I've got good reason! It seems like it's been a spate of sick-season over here. The dengue scare alert is up in code red, and my grandma got it. She's still recovering, but at least she's back from the hospital. A day after she got warded, my uncle was found with a blood clot and was hospitalized too - one ward away from her. He has returned home too. And back at home ground, my puppy Lucky ate something that didn't agree with him - don't know what - and he got sick. He's still a bit sour, but still is a happy pup while he could muster it. My sister and I got him a new toy and treats to cheer him up. That's been going on during the week and a little more. I haven't failed to mention that I've got music theory homework that I've been working on through my absence. And I watched the Transformers movie - and I won't let on any spoilers so nyeh. But I missed BZP. BTW... Omi, you started another fad! How could you?!
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It's a bitter sweet thing really. I, along with some of you, have watched that show for years. I'm glad Bob is getting that looooong vacation too. Thirty-five years of Bob on The Price is Right, fifty years on t.v. I'm gonna miss Bob and the show. I wonder if somebody got the show on the Internet yet . The girl that won the last Show Case Showdown won a Corvette before, and won yet another car: convertible Cadillac, uhh, something. She won a total of (est.) $140,235. That's lucky. Anyway, one good ol' show down the tube :/ .
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When school kick-started again on Monday, I think my brain gave way. Because on Tuesday, a few events that could be related to senility occured to me. When I got to school, I knew that I had to be at a class by 8... but I forgot which class that was. I assumed it was Subject X, and went to the classroom. It was housing the juniors. Taking my leave, I tried to think of what was that class I had to attend to, but my mind was blank. I grabbed an ice lemon tea and sat at the foodcourt, trying to think. The cold beverage seemed to shock my brain into activity - I remembered. There was a class at 8! The class was at the other side... of... campus... In haste, I grabbed my bag and ran. I didn't miss that class, and the day progressed to lunch time. When I went down to the drinks bar to get a drink, the shopkeeper reminded me that I did not pay for that ice lemon tea I took (We had a self-service drinks bar, actually.) Oops. When I returned to the table, I related the misfortunes of the morning to my good (and understanding) friend. She only replied with a few words. "You're getting senile!" Meh....
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Well, I've been getting better with Guitar Hero. I'm not the best (no wise cracks, WaWa ), but I can and have actually done songs on expert. Not many, but whatever. Come to find out, my house's cable connection (which also supports my internet) is a quarter mile away from my house! It's in a completely differnt area. The cable company just found this out and they said "Now what in the world is that doing all the way out there?!?!" They are doing all they can to fix it; using amps, better cables, etc. Nothing news worthy around here. Junior year in, uhh, 7 weeks. Should be fun, and I also can't wait to see who comes back. Not excited about the work though >.< XBox Live with Halo 2 has been fun lately. Just a couple of nights ago, I played with a Moderator and it was insane! I was riding a spectre by it's turrent, someone was in a wraith and when they shot the cannon, about 20 shots from the cannon came out . I've been working on a few superjumps on Zanzibar. WaWa, get on Halo 2 more often, 'kay?
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In exactly 25 minutes from now, it would be the 18th anniversary of the day my mother landed herself with a pair of twins, namely my sister and me. In other words, it'd be my 18th birthday. I can't tell you how hyped I am, because I'm really hyped now!
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It rocked. Our orchestra sucks (the pipe organist flunked) and the choir was too strong to be miked, but it rocked. Listening to 'One-Winged Angel' for the first time, Legend of Zelda, Halo, World of Warcraft, Super Mario Brothers, the Revenge of Shinobi (I wonder who remembers that), Daytona USA and more... wow. Video game music is another industry that I eye (along with other coursemates), and this is the deserving right and justice to the wonderful songs behind each game. Not only does one see the game, one has to hear the game to get the experience down pat, and it was high time that the music was recognised as music in itself. And I treated myself to the recording of 'More Friends: Music from Final Fantasy', and I'm enjoying 'One-Winged Angel' again, along with Chocobo in swing, Aeris's Theme and Suteki Da Ne which are mystically wonderful. It was a good thing I treated myself. Now I'm down with some awful cold. Whatever, it means that I can listen to my music again and again. A cursed blessing, or a blessed curse... ah, oxymorons... *Sneeze*
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CD bay on pc doesn't work anymore so I need to get it repairedCable went out May 31, and it didn't get back until June 6 (meaning no internet)....Got cable back, got Guitar Hero II June 8Along with Guitar Hero II, I got Halo 2 for Vista, but I need to return since I can't use my CD bayBitter sweet, much? By the way, I freakin' love Guitar Hero II. Love it, love it, love it. And my Dad does too...... which is annoying since he keeps asking to play.
