<?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-6914437565429066013</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:09:40.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><subtitle type='html'>..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914437565429066013.post-126000473683223513</id><published>2010-01-26T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:21:39.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to USA!(5th Official CA1 Blog Assignment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Over the holidays last November, my parents decided to bring me on a trip to San Fransisco as I haven't been there before. The trip was a guided tour and it was for 13 whole days!! Woohoo! 13 days of eating American food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. When I heard it, I thought it was paradise. Sadly, my dream wasn't realized and for only half the trip, we ate American food, the rest was substandard Chinese or Thai food. The weather was really chilly and I actually saw snow on one of the days! After the flight to San Fransisco, we went to store our luggage in a hotel. Then, the tour guide took us to this place called Fisherman's Wharf. It was some kind of fishing village long time ago and many fish were caught by people living there. Now it was refurbished and there were boutiques, souvenir shops, tour groups all around the place. There was this one chocolate stall were there were many chocolate coated snacks for sale. I bought a chocolate coated banana with almond sprinkled on top. It was scrumptious! The rest of the day and the next day were spent touring Fisherman's Wharf and going to all the places of interest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we were brought to Grand Canyon. One of the Seven Wonders of the World! The view was breathtaking. We went there at sunset and just seeing the sun set at the Grand Canyon, it really took my breath away! The sun tinted the azure blue sky with shades of orange and yellow. In pictures, the Grand Canyon doesn't seem so spectacular but to see it with your own eyes, it was really amazing. The weather there was even colder, so cold that when I exhaled, there was smoke. After a night's stay at one of the hotels there, we moved on to the theme parks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the main part of the trip that I was waiting for. First, we were brought to Disney Land and they had an expansion of the park built called California Adventure. Two times the Fun! First we went to Disney Land. There was nothing really fun there just the occasional ride that took my breath away. There was an Indiana Jones ride and the water works show which was filled with great special effects! (Real explosions! I could feel the heat even though I sat quite far away from the stage) What I really was waiting for was the California Adventure park. The first ride was a simulation ride that showed you gliding over California. They showed you video clips and you were hovering in mid-air! The best ride was the California Screamer. I was really hesitant to take it at first as I had a phobia of heights. The ride was really terrifying! At the start they would move the roller coaster at a high speed towards a high slope(about 10 storeys high) then there would be a steep drop and the coaster would zoom through 2 more high drops of the same height and there was also a 360 degree turn. The worst part was that it was outdoors so I could see the drop. My butt literally flew off my seat. if I wasn't strapped in, I would have flew out. Another of the best rides was the one where they launched you about 15 storeys high and then drop you. (It is not an exaggeration, it was really a 15 storey high drop.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was Universal Studio, most of the rides were simulations. The best was the Jurassic Park ride, same concept as the California Screamer(just that the drop wasn't so high). There was also a Simpson's Ride. It was one of my favourite rides, it was like we were flying around and when they showed us free-falling, the effect was really there! When we were splashed into water, there would be some kind of nozzle that shot water at us. After the theme parks it was finally time to head home. I was really craving for Singaporean food like chicken rice and fried carrot cake! (None of the Americans could cook it with a Singaporean style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was one of my best visits to a foreign country. If anyone has the chance, I would strongly advise them to go there. (One of the hotels in Las Vegas was shaped like a pyramid, it was called Luxor. I stayed there at a 5 star hotel!) The only flaw in America was that we had to give tips everytime we ate at a restaurant or if someone served us. The state there is also a tad pitiful. There were vagabonds sleeping on the walkways, wrapped up only in a thin layer of clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUmERMEGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M2r2BAT_3tw/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUmERMEGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M2r2BAT_3tw/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431715638543126626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUlvZUn1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kMyQv3pUhO8/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUlvZUn1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kMyQv3pUhO8/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431715632940097362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                               California Screamer&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUlDRwJMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U9R_ulQrx-o/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUlDRwJMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U9R_ulQrx-o/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431715621097186498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUlDRwJMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U9R_ulQrx-o/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Chocolate Banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-126000473683223513?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/126000473683223513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=126000473683223513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/126000473683223513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/126000473683223513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip-to-usa5th-official-ca1-blog.html' title='Trip to USA!(5th Official CA1 Blog Assignment)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2FUmERMEGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M2r2BAT_3tw/s72-c/IMG_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914437565429066013.post-1873997247155361824</id><published>2010-01-25T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:35:02.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that occured in school...(4th Official Blog Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2Ay1oRJ7LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tjyCkhFshgI/s1600-h/schoollogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2Ay1oRJ7LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tjyCkhFshgI/s320/schoollogo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431397047532645554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my fourth post of the CA1 Blog Assignment! Today we had It Club. YAY! The lower secondary students had been promised by the upper secondary students that we would learn a new software! This meant that we had another way to edit and make cool new stuff! Once I mastered this software, I could make cool new things like fonts with a metallic effect or make fonts with a blood splash effect! (I know these type of stuff can be done at one of those font creater websites but isn't doing it yourself much more satisfying and it really looks a lot more cooler). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Anyway back to the point, this guy called Ganesh was in charge of teaching and imparting the knowledge of all the useful softwares into secondary 1 and 2 students. I can tell from his facial expressions that he was really trying to be patient with us. Some of the secondary 1 students were really irritating. They would suddenly make a stupid and totally random comment which disturbed the "teacher". If I were him, I really wouldn't have such a high tolerance level. After a few distracting comments, I would have ranted at the annoying junior. For this, I applaud him. Some of the secondary 1's were also very diligent and hardworking.(Even more than I was when I was sec 1) Some of them even stayed until 6.30 pm just to finish a homework that we were assigned by Ganesh. It was simple but instead of just handing in some substandard piece of work, they went to search for ways to improve their work. Working so hard just for an assignment that is not even counted in exams, they really must have put their heart and soul into their assignments. This really touched me and I also felt ashamed at myself. Having a junior that could put in more effort than I could? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Finally, I'd like to end this post with a quote and my school motto 'Nil Sine Labore'(Nothing Without Labour). This three word motto really means a lot. Nothing can be achieved without labour and we must always work hard to get what we want and succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1873997247155361824?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1873997247155361824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1873997247155361824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1873997247155361824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1873997247155361824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-that-occured-in-school4th.html' title='Something that occured in school...(4th Official Blog Post)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S2Ay1oRJ7LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tjyCkhFshgI/s72-c/schoollogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914437565429066013.post-6301526858676239233</id><published>2010-01-25T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:41:15.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something touching(3rd Official CA1 Blog Assignment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S110ybY_sLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WV_4oMA9yRY/s1600-h/old+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S110ybY_sLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WV_4oMA9yRY/s320/old+guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430625135373562034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday, me and my family went to East Coast Park to jog and have a picnic by the seaside. First, I'll tell you how this incident came about. Since my father found out how I badly failed my NAPFA 2.4 kilometer run, he decided to bring me jogging every alternate week. I had no choice but to reluctantly accept it if I didn't want to keep on failing my 2.4kilometer run. I pumped my legs to move as fast as they could. My mother had accompanied us too. She was the one to set up the mat and all the necessities for the picnic. So I happened to be jogging and I can tell you it was agony! (Maybe I'm just not fit enough) When I managed to jog back to my mother, I was ecstatic to find that she had already prepared the feast. There were sandwiches, curry chicken and beverages that were chilled in an ice box.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;---Old Guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  While I was enjoying the dinner, the Sun was setting. The scenery was breathtaking. I can say that I have only seen the Sun set only once or twice in my whole life. The waters were all turning a deep shade of orange and the azure sky was tinted with a hint of red. It was truly amazing. Then, I saw this old man, in his 60s, picking up rubbish from the park. At first sight, I thought he was just some guy who had to do corrective work order but after a closer look, he wasn't wearing the standard green vest. As I was on my way to clean up after that dinner, I went over and asked him why he was picking up rubbish. What he told me really touched me. He said there were so many people eating and having fun but none of them bothered to clear the park. Since he had some free time, he decided to clean it up. I hadn't seen such an act before and I was appalled, even on my trip to USA, the best I saw was people cleaning up after they had a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  He was truly a good Samaritan. His act of kindness could save the Earth, even if it was just by a little bit. But if majority of us could do this, the Earth wouldn't experience such a thing like Global Warming and the Earth would definitely be cleaner and more comfortable. In this world, it's every man for himself. Nobody(or minority of people) would spare a second thought for those in need. If all of us aid those in need and do good, wouldn't every one be living comfortably now and there would be no vagabonds and no one would be in poverty. So now I remind myself how fortunate I am and remind myself not to take things for granted and help those in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-6301526858676239233?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6301526858676239233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=6301526858676239233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/6301526858676239233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/6301526858676239233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-touching3rd-official-ca1-blog.html' title='Something touching(3rd Official CA1 Blog Assignment)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S110ybY_sLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WV_4oMA9yRY/s72-c/old+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914437565429066013.post-7186316899883743183</id><published>2010-01-20T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:25:26.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that occured in school (2nd Official CA1 Blog Assignment)</title><content type='html'>So we had an It Club "training" session(we're supposed to learn how to use this complex program to build objects ranging from something as simple as a table to something as hard as a real person with clothes)yesterday. It Club had all sorts of people, there was this guy who would keep screaming "I'm pissed" all of a sudden. It was really infuriating. Can you imagine doing something and it was all peaceful and serene when he would suddenly scream "I'm pissed!" The worst part was when he would just say that and laugh sheepishly after that saying "Sorry, it was a joke." He was really testing my patience. If there were no teachers there,I would have punched him there and then. I don't know if he has some psychological disorder or something, but he should keep control of his actions and think of the consequences. Yeah so that was one of the weirdest guys from IT Club&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now moving on, on Friday, today, we had games day. Again. As you know, if you had read my previous posts, I totally despise games day. For the benefit of those who don't know what "games day" is, I will explain it in a few short sentences. Some smart guy who was probably in the first generation of IT CLUB, decided It Clubbers shouldn't be scrawny and lanky, they should be as tough as NCC people! So I owe all my suffering to that smart guy who thought of this stupid idea! So this games day would be carried out every Friday by either Secondary 2 or 3 pupils. So basically that's what would happen on Games Day every Friday. Actually, I don't despise Games Day, I actually hate it when there's soccer only, if it's another sport like floorball or badminton, I wouldn't really mind. I mean soccer is so mindless. Sure the field was lush green and there was synthetic grass so it wasn't muddy but the Sun was scorching and I had absolutely no feeling to play soccer.(No offense to all those soccer lovers) What's so interesting about kicking a ball and chasing after it? The worst part was that if you didn't actively play the particular sport, you had to do push-ups(over 30). I just couldn't motivate myself to run and kick the ball. If you could empathize with me, you would know how I felt. Running under the scorching hot sun, sweat pouring down your face, being shouted by over enthusiastic seniors, aching feet. It was excruciating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I still don't think it was fruitful and enjoyable as I certainly did NOT have fun and it did not benefit me in anyway except make me have extreme muscle soreness. However, I would be willing to run if it benefited me in any particular way. I feel that Games Day should be a voluntary act, if they wanted to play, they could. CCA's should just be a day to relax and relieve yourself of stress and all other matters. Friday is the last day of the week so all tiredness and fatigue from all four past days will gather up on Friday. Nobody wants to exhaust themselves even further when there's still the pressing matter of homework. Weren't CCA's supposed to be a relaxing activity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7186316899883743183?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7186316899883743183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7186316899883743183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7186316899883743183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7186316899883743183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-we-had-it-club-training-sessionwere.html' title='Something that occured in school (2nd Official CA1 Blog Assignment)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3702693548968167743</id><published>2010-01-19T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:12:21.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special moment in my life.(First Official CA1 Blog Assignment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S1V5B61B2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N5sj-C42I5M/s1600-h/Birthday%2520Cake%2520%2520%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S1V5B61B2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N5sj-C42I5M/s320/Birthday%2520Cake%2520%2520%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428377999743506786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Don't you just love family moments? I know I do. That's why I especially enjoyed my cousin's 21st birthday. It was held at my grandmother's house last Saturday. Mainly it was because my grandmother wasn't mobile and she wanted to be at my cousin's birthday party. My grandmother lived with my aunt in a condominium in Punggol so there were many facilities. My family is very particular about birthdays, especially my grandmother, so we had to cut the cake first before we could do anything else.(I managed to get a picture of the cake but I couldn't get a picture of the whole family) I didn't particularly like a mango cake but since it wasn't my birthday, what choice did I have? So the birthday boy cut the cake and we all sang the birthday song. Being a filial child, my cousin served the cake to my grandmother first. A smile appeared on her weathered face that showed immense ecstasy when she was handed the first slice of cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Next, the adults gathered together to talk and reminisce when they were children. So us "teenagers", went off to the pool to play. I wanted to take a dip in the pool since it had been so humid these last few days. I plunged into the water headfirst, enjoying the cool, serene atmosphere. Hours ticked by like seconds and soon the sun was already setting. The water in the pool was starting to get chilly so I got out and dried my self with a towel. I bade goodbye to my relatives and wished my cousin Happy Birthday before leaving with my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The experience overall was really enjoyable. A birthday is only celebrated once a year and it depicts another year with new beginnings and a fresh new start, as well as a sign of maturity. In my opinion, special moments should always be celebrated with close friends and relatives. Whatever occasions, be it happy or sad, should always be celebrated together. Only then will you truly feel joy. I end my post with this quote "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3702693548968167743?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3702693548968167743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3702693548968167743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3702693548968167743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3702693548968167743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-moment-in-my-life.html' title='A special moment in my life.(First Official CA1 Blog Assignment)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Obeq80t4ab4/S1V5B61B2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N5sj-C42I5M/s72-c/Birthday%2520Cake%2520%2520%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914437565429066013.post-3298303183685899822</id><published>2010-01-08T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:29:58.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My view on things...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had it club so we have this things called Games Day. It's like when all the it club members who are present will play sports like soccer, badminton, floorball etc. So the Sec 2's are usually the ones who will organise the Games Day but since it's the first week of the year so we Sec 2's are like a bit blur and we dunno what to do so the Sec 3's took the initiative to organise for us and to show us how it's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the Sec 2's chose soccer so those who didn't had no choice but to follow(that's me, I wanted floorball cus I'm better at it). So there were around 14 people altogether(attendance was quite pathetic). There were only about 4 Sec 3's and 2 Sec 4's, the rest were Sec 1's. So there were about 4 or 5 Sec 2's who didn't want to play soccer(me included), so we were like wandering around aimlessly, occasionally chasing after the ball. One of the seniors name was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Berwin&lt;/span&gt;. He was the super &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; guy who runs around telling non-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; people to run and chase the ball. He was pissing me off like hell! Every time I run after the ball and pass it, he doesn't say anything. But when I slack and wander around, he starts shouting like a total retarded soccer maniac. So the torture went on and on for about 2 and a half hours. My legs were aching like I had just ran a 2.4km run or walk across a bed of needles. Then add Berwin who runs around every 15 minutes screaming at us to chase the ball. I really felt like calling him a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dickhead&lt;/span&gt;(pardon the language) but he deserves it. The formula sums my feelings up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Soccer Match+Screaming Retard=Pissed off guy(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the match, I thought he was going to dismiss us but noooo, he goes asks us to sit down and gives us a lecture about how this is not torture day but we are supposed to have fun. He wouldn't know what fun was even if we shoved a pie in his face. Then he makes the "non-enthu's" go into push up position and tells us he doesn't want to see this type of performance the next Games Day. The floor was that type of pebble-ish floor that was pain if you push your hands into it(Unfortunately, that was what he asked us to do). So if you were me, obviously you would have given him the answer he wanted since the pain was unbearable(I know I'm weak). So now, I'm considering whether I should show up for the next Games Day for another round of pain and demoralization or I should just skip it(I'm reallllly considering skipping). Give me some advice please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3298303183685899822?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3298303183685899822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3298303183685899822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3298303183685899822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3298303183685899822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-view-on-things.html' title='My view on things...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-775555322347018997</id><published>2010-01-06T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:49:36.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>It's a new year and I haven't blogged in half a year. I feel sorry for myself... Anyway I wasn't in the mood to blog after the EOY exams. So this blog has been dead for a verrrry long time. A new school year.A new start. More exams and homework. Damn. I got a whole bunch of new teachers and I just dropped the HMT to normal MT. I figured like I didn't have enough discipline to study like crazy every day so I dropped it to make my life easier and concentrate more on other subjects like Maths and History. My English teacher is an American and he's hilarious so English is quite a fun subject that I like. My CCA is still IT CLUB. I don't regret joining it because its full of funny people and most of the seniors are all helpful and I get to be a Sec 2 Senior to the sec 1s. I know this post is a bit short and I will continue next time because i still have some biology homework to finish. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-775555322347018997?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/775555322347018997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=775555322347018997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/775555322347018997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/775555322347018997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7114372718854272873</id><published>2009-07-18T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:18:17.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I think it's been a long long loong time since I last blogged. I kinda have lots and lots of homework and projects so I couldn't find time. I got back my report book a few weeks ago. The results were quite disapointing as I had done badly in a few subjects(Chinese). I didn't do really well for English as the Comprehension was super tough. The passage was on some kind of voyage to the South Pole by an English team and a Norwegian team. Most of the questions required inferring skills. I only got a 25/40, but among the class, I got one of the highest marks. Chinese was my crappiest score. 58/100. I was probably the bottom 5 in Chinese. I didn't really know the components so I forgot to study the handbook. I really got to do better in my Chinese if I want to stay in Higher Mother Tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I got A1 for my Science and History which I am very contented with. Both papers were quite easy and I didn't have to memorize a lot. For Maths, I got an A2, 72/100. The maths paper was very difficult, and I also made quite a few careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago was the LONGEST CCA session I ever had(2 to 7, btw I joined IT Club), we learned how to do 3D modelling on a superbly complicated software called Blender. It was quite fun but it was also very very tiring. Like we had to stare at the computer for 5 hours with only 1 break of about 15 mins in between. The worst part was no computer games. So it all equals to PURE TORTURE!!! When I reached home it was about 7.30 and I had to chiong all my homework. Even so, I don't regret joining ITC as it will help me and equip me with computer skills which i believe will continue helping me with projects. So I have to end this post now.( More homework...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7114372718854272873?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7114372718854272873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7114372718854272873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7114372718854272873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7114372718854272873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-2874713352678584926</id><published>2009-04-04T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:40:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in VS so far..</title><content type='html'>This post will be quite short unless I think of some funny stuff to post. So far in VS, I've not really found a best friend yet but I haven't really made any enemies and I'm pretty much friends with everyone. Looks like I may need to wait for maybe a few months to see if I can find anyone who shares mostly the same interests as me. I'm still stuck with the welfare secretary post. For those of you who don't know what the welfare secretary does, he mostly helps classmates take hmwrk and notify them of what homework needs to be done and sometimes organises class bonding sessions. Class bonding like playing soccer etc. My class plans to organise an outing to wild wild wet but our form teacher, Mr Hamilton, always keeps 'conveniently forgetting' to print the consent form. Class bonding to wild wild wet was supposed to be 2 weeks ago but it was postponed to two weeks after this week. Might as well just cancel the whole thing since he keeps forgetting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing quite well in my studies, got an A1 for Chemistry and History. My favourite subject is Science so far but Physics is pretty boring and all the practicals are only about measuring. For chemistry, we could do chemical reactions and all sorts of cool things would happen. Anyway, I still dislike Chinese because it's boring and I got a B4 for it. Worse is that, there is a situational writing component. Then, there's also the oral component which I suck at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all about my life in VS so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-2874713352678584926?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2874713352678584926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=2874713352678584926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2874713352678584926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2874713352678584926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-in-vs-so-far.html' title='Life in VS so far..'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5061029682557701613</id><published>2009-03-21T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:13:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainy Triathlon</title><content type='html'>I unknowingly signed up for a competition in VS called the brainy triathlon. My maths teacher passed down a piece of foldscap a few weeks ago asking those interested to join. From the way he described it, the competition seemed to have nothing to do with maths so I wrote my name down for the word aerobics section. At first I had no clue wat was word aerobics until my maths teacher explained it. He said it was something like charades. So yesterday was the competition. When the competition started, I was so anxious that I had butterflies in my stomach. After all, the teacher in charge didn't even prepare us for this competition. It could be said we were not there to win but just to have fun. There were three people in a team and VS had 9 teams. The only other school that had nine teams was Hwa Chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first section was the Rubik's cube. My team member finished it in about 30 seconds I think. That was quite fast considering that he was under quite a lot of pressure. Next was the word aerobics. Then, I found out that it was just 20 brainteasers instead of charades where you had to act out the phrase. This totally made my job easier but some of the phrases were super tough and not even my sec 3 team member could figure it out. By then, already 30 minutes had past. So we deceided to just fill up some random stuff in the blanks in case we didn't have enough time for the last section. I was quite hesitent about doing that at first but since both my team members wanted to do that , I couldn't really oppose. In fact, it was really lucky I didn't oppose. We finished the last section with only 5 minutes to spare. The last section was a freaking tough sudoku puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After about an hour, the results were released and I found out my team was the only team that completed the whole process. If the sudoku puzzle was solved wrongly or uncompleted the team would be disqualified. That was damn harsh so at the last few minutes, we had to 'assume' all the digits. (Assuming = making an Ass of u and me) so I didn't like it but it sort of worked out. Anyway my team didn't win and it was HCI that came first. I didn't really expect us to win also but it was good exposure for us since the main problem was unpreparedness and lack of time. It wasn't exactly a waste of time and it was a good experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5061029682557701613?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5061029682557701613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5061029682557701613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5061029682557701613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5061029682557701613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/brainy-triathlon.html' title='Brainy Triathlon'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-2857597490981782860</id><published>2009-03-10T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:15:47.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time since I never blog..</title><content type='html'>Seems like a long time since I blogged, so I'm giving you guys the latest update on my life. I finished my CA1 a few days ago and I'm quite happy with the results except for my HMT. First, I did pretty well in the paper for Chemistry-30/35, even though I didn't really study. I studied for only about 20mins. There wasn't really lots of topics to cover so the paper could be considered easy. The only problem was that I was super super careless. I could have gotten 4 more marks! I probably didn't revise enough... Anyway, I'm still quite contented but just okay isn't enough, I must get one of the best in class! Moving on to my HMT, I scored 63/100... How crappy is that man!! At least I didn't fail... There were 2 ppl who failed and my teacher said the paper was meant to fail us. If this was O lvl, I'd be dead man! 63/100 is a B4! That would raise my MSG like siao! At least this was only the CA1. Considering that I'm not very pro at Chinese, At least I still passed the paper. Next, my history. This was the subject I hated most. It was so dam boring and the teacher talks so slowly I can fall asleep. Can't believe I still got a 16/20 for the paper after not absorbing about 60% of the info he was talking about. There's a section called SBQ(Source-Based-Questions) which is so tough. The setters will give a piece of information or an artefact and ask for your inference and elaborations on it. (It's worth 5 marks!) What's worse, we have to memorize 4 chapters of the textbk for that exam!!! I spent like 2 hrs revising for this topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all I can say is I'm quite pleased with my results and I don't really have any regrets. Just have to put in more effort and push myself.( For the rest of my subjects there are no exams) Hope I can continuing doing well in VS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-2857597490981782860?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2857597490981782860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=2857597490981782860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2857597490981782860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2857597490981782860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-since-i-never-blog.html' title='Long time since I never blog..'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8175866369085310821</id><published>2009-01-14T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:00:45.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Home Econ lesson...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first Home Economics lesson. At first, I had the thought that Home Econ was for girls and it was a subject that was a total waste of time. But after the lesson, my views of it began to change. (No Offense.) Well, we were cooking spaghetti for our first lesson. It looked so complicated when the teacher told us what utensil was used for what and blah blah. At the End of it, I think I only absorbed about 50% of what she said. Luckily, she wrote everything on the whiteboard. First, I started boiling the spaghetti. Then I went to do the cutting of the ingredients and started to heat the oil until the spaghetti started frothing! I was flabbergasted.lol. I had never experienced this before! I took off the lid and it stopped frothing. I was like What The... How come it suddenly stopped? Then the teacher told me it was something about the air being unable to escape... After I started frying all the ingredients something freaky happened. There was like totally no sauce on my spaghetti SAUCE, just that all the ingredients were red in colour. I took a look at my friends one and found out he had so much sauce he could put it in a cup and drink it. The teacher came over and held a tomato sauce bottle upside down over my saucepan. Blobs of sauce came out! Finally, it was done and it wasn't &lt;em&gt;chao da &lt;/em&gt;! I was rejoicing over my first cooked meal!So my views of Home Econ started to change. Now, I think it's quite fun and much much much better than staying in class listening to a Chinese teacher drone on and on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8175866369085310821?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8175866369085310821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8175866369085310821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8175866369085310821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8175866369085310821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-home-econ-lesson.html' title='My First Home Econ lesson...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1108900676784911398</id><published>2009-01-05T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:27:08.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VictoriaSchool!</title><content type='html'>E.D.G.E Camp at VS just finished yesterday! The Camp lasted 3 days and I forgot wat E.D.G.E means... Overall, it was quite fun but the crappy thing was that the camp was near Changi Airport so you can imagine how noisy it was whenever a plane flew over. There were quite many activities so we were pretty busy. First, we had to walk to the campsite. It was about a 10km walk! My first thought was: Why the school so cheapskate! Cannot hire bus! It was a seriously long walk. Almost 5 times NAPFA run. When the walk was completed,my feet were very very sore!  we did kayaking! I was so so excited hearing that. My heart was beating extremely quick. Then, my class proceeded to the OPEN SEA for the safety breifing. Blah Blah... The instructor talked for about 20 mins so you can imagine how bored I was listening to him talking. Finally we went out to sea. The sea bed was very slippery as it was probably covered with algae. I nearly slipped! Luckily we were locking our arms together so I regained balance quickly! Kayaking was very fun! The only problem was that there were 2 people in a kayak and we had to paddle in sync. The kayaking session was only half an hour... I was dissapointed to hear that we had to paddle back to shore after only a mere half an hour! That was the only activity we did for day 1. When we were having dinner, I was suddenly very homesick. I wanted to break down and cry but I knew I couldn't do it in front of everybody so I held back my tears and tried to think about something else. &lt;em&gt;nan ren liu xie bu liu lei .&lt;/em&gt;At 11 pm it was lights out and surprisingly I fell asleep after about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was more busy as we did quite a few activities! We did rockclimbing and the CRC(Confident Rope Course). Rockclimbing wasn't as easy as it seemed. At the first impression, I thought that it looked quite easy, until I tried it out and found out there were so many types of rocks. Some were jagged so it was easy to get a footing on them but the sloping rocks were practically useless to me. lol. I couldn't step on it for less than 5 secs before my foot slipped off. I only managed to climb about 6 panels before my leg and arms muscles gave way. The CRC was the real highlight! I had a small fear of heights so the Peer Leader in my camp forced to do it to conquer my fear. We climbed up a super tall tree which was about 5 storeys high! We had to climb up till about the 3rd storey and walk across a long log that was chained to a few steel chains. My heart was palpitating like crazy! I couldn't even take the first step till the peer leader pulled the line attached to the harness further from me till I had to let go of the log... My legs were trembling like jelly and I shuffled my legs across in order to cross it. The experiance was hell but very very memorable. My fear isn't so bad now! I would never forget the day I crossed a 3 storey high log. So that's about all for day 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was one of the crappiest day! It was the day to go home but it was also the day we had to clean up the **** campsite that was super dirty! My class got the lousiest job-CLEANING THE TOILETS!!!! I was like wtf wtf wtf!!! I thought there's something called a cleaner to do that. But noooo, the school was too cheapskate to engage a cleaner at the campsite. Luckily, we didn't need to clean the toilet bowls!LOL! The floor was flooded with water and sand. We scrubbed and cleaned and washed and slogged out before the toilet was clean!(but not spotless) Then, we took a coach and went back to VS! So that's about it for the 3 days camp. I wanted to cry many times but I held my tears back because I knew I was a Victorian and Victorians don't cry because of crappy reasons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1108900676784911398?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1108900676784911398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1108900676784911398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1108900676784911398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1108900676784911398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/victoriaschool.html' title='VictoriaSchool!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7183725680910716139</id><published>2008-12-23T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:07:26.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Trip</title><content type='html'>Went to Tampines Library with Darryl, Karthi and Brandon yesterday. We agreed to meet at 1.40pm. When i reached, Darryl was already at the entrance, but Karthi and Brandon were no where to be seen. So, I went in with Darryl to borrow a few books first. When we finished borrowing it was about 2pm. I found a book that was quite interesting. The Drowning Pond by Catherine Forde. Something about a child's life and peer pressure. So, i went outside and called Brandon. He told me they were still in the bus... i was like wth! It was already 20 minutes after our meeting time. We had no choice but to wait in the library. Suddenly, karthi charged in like some wild rhino. He startled me like crazy! I mean it was so quite then he ran in and disturbed the tranquility.lol. After about 10 mins, a librarian suddenly came and told us to keep quite. I was so annoyed! Of course I didn't want to waste my time arguing. We didn't even talk loudly. (Only Karthi did.) Then after another 10 mins, she came again and told us to keep quiet or else she would chase us out. By then, all of us finished borrowing our books already. So we left and went to grab a bite at McDonald's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7183725680910716139?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7183725680910716139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7183725680910716139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7183725680910716139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7183725680910716139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/library-trip.html' title='Library Trip'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7238697901869813245</id><published>2008-12-05T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:23:23.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st try...</title><content type='html'>Sometime back, Karthi called me and asked me to play bowling. I was shocked. Because i had never played bowling before. Seriously. I could not tell him I had not bowled before. It would be very pai seh. So, I told him I would consider. Today, I met Ben online, he told me he would teach me.(sort of)So, I went today to the E Hub with Brandon,WK,Melvin,Ben,YiJane and Farah. When we reached there, we booked 2 games. I was 2nd last.lol. So, I watched Ben throw the ball since he was my 'teacher'. It went into the gutter. I was like What the... he's my teacher and he sucks at this game?(First impressions)I couldn't believe it. When it finally was my turn, I was under so much pressure. I kept on thinking what if I went into the gutter or did something embarrasing? It would be so humiliating. So, I somehow begged the ball to go straight. It went into the gutter...But on the 2nd throw, it hit 8 pins. WooHoo! I was ecstatic. A noob scored 8 points! I never ever tried this game before. Lady Luck must be smiling on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, I had a streak of good luck.I was thinking how much fun bowling was. Until, my luck ran out. 6 throws consecutively went into the gutter. I was cursing myself on how pathetic I was. I was so so frustrated when each throw went into the gutter. One by one. I kept wanting to quit. My score stayed status quo while everyone else's score went up. I was so angry with myself. On the 8th throw, I was expecting a gutter after those failed attempts. but I got an 8! My bad luck was running out! But my losses were too severe.lol. So, I ended up 4th. It was quite a fun experience but I hated losing. haha. But who doesn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7238697901869813245?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7238697901869813245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7238697901869813245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7238697901869813245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7238697901869813245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-1st-try.html' title='My 1st try...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5527190306509412402</id><published>2008-11-20T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:32:26.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The JOY!!!</title><content type='html'>PSLE results day... D-day? Not for ME! When I reached school, it was like 100 butterflies were flying in my stomach. I was so anxious and nervous even though I didn't show it. Then, Mrs Wee came and talked about applying for the secondary school stuff. I just wanted to know my results and there she was talking for about 5 mins. Droning on and on and on. Finally she showed the top students. I was wondering could it be that I was a top student? When all the names were shown, my heart sank. But I tried to look on the bright side, so MC brought our class to 1A since it was nearest to the hall. My name was read out the 2nd. When MC said I got 255, I was so so happy and everyone clapped. So, now I knew what it felt like to have your name read out in front of so many people. The pride and the ecstasy. It's undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm pondering whether I should go ACSI or VS. ACSI is an Ang Mor School and I prefer that type of school but I'm wondering if I can survive there. On the other hand, in VS I most likely can survive but it's kind of a pity to go to that school since the cut off point is 246. My score is over by 9 points! MC, can you advise me on what school to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5527190306509412402?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5527190306509412402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5527190306509412402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5527190306509412402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5527190306509412402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/joy.html' title='The JOY!!!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5453132609687184215</id><published>2008-10-27T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:42:41.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went with my father to GV Tampines to watch the movie Max Payne. I didn't really know if the movie was nice but the commercials on TV looked convincing so I watched it. Overall it was quite interesting but the plot didn't really have much originality. Basically the plot was about this guy called Max Payne who worked as a detective and he wants to avenge his dead wife and partner blah blah blah. So, he finds the last person who saw one of the dead person who died and the body parts were sawed apart. Then, they meet that guy and he commits suicide because he took some lame drug that makes u see some sort of a hybrid between a bird and an angel creature that comes and grabs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole scene after that will be Max and the sister of the dead person mentioned above chasing after the creator of the drugs. They learn that it's a failed project that only works on 1% of ppl tested on. Max goes beserk and runs into the hideout of the 'creator' and amazingly kills everyone without getting shot. I find this part ridiculous. It's like running into a losing battle but you become some sort of Matrix or superman that is so pro that bullets are to slow to hit you. Then, he runs into the boss and they fight. Obviously, it's the hero that will triumph and he nearly dies but an old man appears suddenly and shoots the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the old man betrays him by putting the drug in Max's pocket and throws him in the sea. It was currently winter so there were chunks of ice in the water. Somehow he gets out of the water. He nearly numbs to death but he takes the drug and goes crazy again. The drug makes people hallucinate. Then, he kills the old man and  then the movie ends. This plot is somewhat like the Batman Begins plot. Same hallucination thing and the bad guy dies blah blah blah. But this movie is not bad but maybe they could extend it a bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5453132609687184215?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5453132609687184215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5453132609687184215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5453132609687184215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5453132609687184215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-i-went-with-my-father-to-gv.html' title=''/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5944630688500696785</id><published>2008-10-15T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:07:30.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Nightmare... Come TRUE!!</title><content type='html'>Seems like I haven't really blogged in a long long long time. So, i'm blogging today because I had a really freaky dream! It scared me like hell! It was the PSLE day. I was very excited because I thought I would get a super high mark- 250 and above. Then, lots and lots of people were called but my name wasn't. I panicked like crazy and I was sweating. Beads of pespiration peppered my forehead. Finally, when my name was called, I took a look at the marks and got a shock of my life. 219/300!! Holy Shit! Which school could I go in? All my six choices didn't work out. I was devastated. My hopes and dreams were all crashed! Then, one guy came over and slapped me and I woke up from this dream. My heart was palpitating like crazy, it was about to jump out from my mouth. Luckily, it was only a dream but I don't know if it was a bad omen or something good. Anyway, that was really frightening. A really "good wake-up" call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I don't dream of this again when I sit for my O levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5944630688500696785?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5944630688500696785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5944630688500696785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5944630688500696785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5944630688500696785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-nightmare-come-true.html' title='Worst Nightmare... Come TRUE!!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7978349078213508594</id><published>2008-09-18T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:53:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Mock Exam..</title><content type='html'>This mock exam was a total dissapointment to me. How could I have done so badly?? Even though most of my classmates got lower than me, it still sucks. I got a shock of my life. I had never ever seen such **** marks before in P6.  I got 62/95. What crappy result is that. When I was in P5 or so, I got that marks. But since I am in 6A, I should get better and I have gotten better. MC said that the paper was poorly set. The setters anyhow blanked the questions without thinking if there are contextual clues to find it. No wonder I had a super hard time doing the compre cloze. I looked around and around and around but no clues to lead me to a answer. So, I had no choice but to shoot randomly any answer that came to my head. I was satisfied with my synthesis marks-8/10 but my compre open ended. *sigh* I can't believe it! 7/20. At least not the worst in class, but I hoped that I could at least pass since I can't even understand what some phrases and words are. I did strategic reading and I think it helped. I suppose the school picked this paper to give us "exposure". I don't really care much about this yet, now what matters to me is PSLE. Can't the school just give us a reasonable standard paper to test our abilities? I really pity the students who had that paper. The marks should shock them like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I guess I also have myself to blame for having some careless mistakes. So, I'll learn from my mistakes and do better in PSLE! I still hate this paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7978349078213508594?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7978349078213508594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7978349078213508594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7978349078213508594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7978349078213508594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/english-mock-exam.html' title='English Mock Exam..'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1533803588297909170</id><published>2008-09-01T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:39:17.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incident...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went swimming with my father. We went there and the toilet light was not switched on. So, I went to the lifeguard and asked her about it. She said there was a power trip, the light will resume after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a short while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So we changed outside and swam and swam and swam. After about 10 laps, I came out of the pool and the light was STILL NOT FIXED!!! I was incensed, agitated, infuriated. What kind of swimming pool is this? Halloween ar? I thought. So, what i did was to improvise. I used my father's handphone and went into the toilet. The scene shocked me. I expected it to be dark, BUT NOT PITCH DARK! So this must how blind people feel, I thought again. I mean, if you close your eyes, that would be the darkness. Only faint outlines could be seen. Now, I'll elaborate more on a person I call 'chikopek'.A few simple resons why I nick name him that. Number 1: he is old. Number 2, he stays in the guy's toilet for an hour or so. Three, he doesn't know how to swim, because he swims with his head above the water. I call that dog style. So, I plucked up my courage and entered the toilet. The fear of meeting the chikopek was starting to engulf me. I took my towel and soap and entered the shower cubicle. So, I showered and showered, humming a tune to disperse the fear in me. That few minutes were what I call LIVING HELL!(level 1) It was as if I was blind and there was a chikopek around. Luckily, I didn't meet the chikopek. So, I changed and dashed out of the 'Hell'.  I was instantly blinded by the white light. But i was reliefed. Because in case the chikopek came, I could smack him. I wish the staff could at least intall some other light sources that do not use electricity. Or maybe they can provide us with torches, instead of standing there idling like models. This is so inconsiderate and selfish of them. WHAT KIND OF SERVICE IS THAT! Not even a word of sorry came out of their mouth. As if their mouth was full of gold! They should emphatise with their swimmers. So, I really envy those people who stay in condos and have a non-public swimming pool. At least their house is so near, so even if there's a power trip, they can just run up to take a shower. Instead of this stupid pool, which I need to drive to get here.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I see why Singaporeans are labelled 'UGLY'! All along I thought Singapore was a good place. So, the truth really hurts! Singapore is good, but singaporeans- their attitude is undescribable! BLEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1533803588297909170?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1533803588297909170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1533803588297909170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1533803588297909170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1533803588297909170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/incident.html' title='Incident...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5316681530249992814</id><published>2008-08-28T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:13:40.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims</title><content type='html'>English:85&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths:76/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 80.5/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science:84/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got my Maths paper back, I was shocked. Flabbergasted. How could I get such a pathetic mark? 76/100. It was barely an A. I had expected at least an 80. It was below my expectations although I had been warned that prelims were going to be extremely hard. Most of the questions that I were marked wrong were 'the don't know how to do' type. But of course, there were also some careless mistakes. It seems that there is always no way to not get unthoughtful mistakes. My section B pulled me down the most. I only got a 21/30. How pathetic is that? My sections A and B were the ones that I counted on to pull me up because my section C usually gets less than 40.&lt;br /&gt; Although I am quite dissapointed, I feel that I only have myself to blame. Since the start of P6, I started to hate Maths because of the crazy word problems that needed me to think out of the box. So, I kept avoiding Maths and revised mainly on MT, which could pull me up. Come to think of it, I really regret doing this, but I hate those type of challenging problems. It's just like an addiction. But this is an addiction to get away from something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly upset by my English and Science marks. I expected my English to get at least 90 because I usually count on it to pull my Maths up. i was really lucky that my other components for English managed to pull me up. My Science did ok only. I am quite happy with my section B because it's the highest i got this year. But my section A failed me with only a 50. And some of the mistakes were unthoughtful ones. This really angers me. Looks like I gotta work on my accuracy. I was quite pleased with my chinese because although it retrogressed, I still got an 80. So, looks like my hard work paid off for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is no point crying over spilled milk, what's done cannot be undone. So, I can only change the future but not the past. I'm going to try and pull up my socks and give my all for PSLE, the deciding moment. I would like to end this post with a phrase. "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5316681530249992814?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5316681530249992814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5316681530249992814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5316681530249992814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5316681530249992814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/prelims.html' title='Prelims'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8513617490449579932</id><published>2008-08-21T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:43:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(nameless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow! So many things happened and seems like a long time since I blogged about my daily life. So, this blog will consist of two main components I am blogging about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'll talk about my prelim papers. Summary: It's very very very hard. So, my English paper was on Day 1. The setters literally bombarded us with crazy questions that needed me to crack my head and think about for so so long. Especially the comprehension. It was CRAZY! (I nearly pulled my hair out!) lol. That is a bit exaggerating but it was really tough. I hope that I can do well for this subject because this is one subject that can pull my marks up. Next, is Maths and Chinese. Another two crazy papers. The Maths one came up with questions so hard that I had to count(for the last one) I wasted my precious time! It was about 15 minutes. What's worse, I only checked ONCE!!! I really have no confidence for this paper. Maybe I'll get a 70 or 60+. Who knows? Only God... After the paper I went home and talked to my mom. Lol, I had this funny dream that I scored 90+ for my prelims and I jumped out of my seat. Then, funniest part was Melvin. He was crying. I couldn't believe my eyes! Melvin passed by 1 mark! There I was... 幸灾乐祸-ing. Until I woke up. I popped the thought of that crazy idea. How can Melvin get so low? (no offense) So, today I had my science paper. It was a bit harder than average. The last question again was crazy! I dun even understand the part B. The least I think I'll get should be an 80 since my section A sucked. So, I pray to God and hope there will be a miracle. Miracles happen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Today on my way home, I saw a lizard. A dead one. But it wasn't yellowish-brown. No, it was pink in colour. Yup, I think it was decomposing and I should be right. It's eye balls were bulging out but strange was, there were no flies around it. So this was mind boggling. I didn't know what happened to it. I forgot to took a picture. Dunno what is wrong with me! So if, any1 knows the answer, pls tell me! I'll try to research first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8513617490449579932?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8513617490449579932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8513617490449579932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8513617490449579932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8513617490449579932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/nameless.html' title='(nameless)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3744113094740720016</id><published>2008-08-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:17:51.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Galore!</title><content type='html'>WOAH! So many new movies popping out. A few days back, I went to catch the show Money No Enough. It was hilarious! Although most of the show is in Hokkien and about maybe 30% is in Chinese. First, they started of the show with a Hokkien 'we are Singapore'. I didn't imagine that if you translate an English Song into Hokkien, it's so funny. Next, they showed something about all the Singaporeans pushing down the EPR(Every Price Rise) gantries. It was really comical. I laughed until my sides hurt. But the show basically tells us about the hardship of surviving in Singapore and everything is rising. But the best part was when Jack Neo's daughter was about to die due to loss of blood and his grandmother needed the 2 packets of blood too. So, this was the most emo part. ( I didn't cry. Dunno why.)The grandmother pulled out the oxygen tube! Sacrificed her life for the granddaughter. It was so so touching. So the grand daughter survived and happy ending! If you are itching to watch a movie, this is a great one.( But must understand Hokkien)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3744113094740720016?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3744113094740720016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3744113094740720016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3744113094740720016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3744113094740720016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/movies-galore.html' title='Movies Galore!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5892087902451442922</id><published>2008-08-06T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:02:48.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Picture 6 (Cinema)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This picture depicts a scene at a cinema. There are many people here so I think it could be a weekend. The place is neat and tidy and I feel that the staff have done a good job to keep the place clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario 1-Cause and Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a young man who has just seen a teenage girl taking a wallet out of a man’s back pocket. In my opinion, the girl should not do that, as it is very selfish. She is only thinking of her own personal gains and she has not considered what the man would feel when he loses his wallet. He would panic and feel flustered. Furthermore, since she is not handicapped or disabled, she should go and work instead of resorting to underhand means just to get money. If she is caught red-handed, she will go to jail and ruin her future. That will also disappoint her parents who could have gone through trials and tribulations to bring her up. She should not take advantage of such an opportunity to steal. The guy who has seen this act should stop her immediately and reprimand her. But even though she has stolen, I feel that she should be given a second chance because she is so young and she might change her ways. If I were there, I would stop her immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario 2- Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are four people who have queued up to but tickets but the tickets stall is closed. I think that these people have come to late and should not come that late if they want to watch a movie next time. Punctuality is a virtue and it should be instilled in everyone. But if I were one of them I would be really frustrated too because after queuing for so long, the staff justs shuts down the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario3- Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a woman who is looking at her watch frustratedly. She seems irritated from her facial expression. She could have waited a long time for somebody. I feel that the person whom she is waiting for should be more responsible and come on time. As the saying goes, ‘the early bird catches the worm.’ So if someone is punctual for most events, they will not miss out on anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario 4-Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a man wearing a striped shirt. He is grinning from ear to ear and he has placed his hands in his pockets. Maybe he is waiting for his wife and he is eager to meet her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To conclude, I feel that cinemas these days are very high-tech as they come with colour and a full sound system that olden days did not have. So I feel that we should appreciate those who have done these modifications just to make watching a movie better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5892087902451442922?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5892087902451442922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5892087902451442922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5892087902451442922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5892087902451442922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/oral-picture-6-cinema.html' title='Oral Picture 6 (Cinema)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3900432191063272313</id><published>2008-08-06T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:03:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog on Oral Picture 5 ( swimming pool)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Introduction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This picture depicts a scene at the swimming pool. I think that it is probably a weekend because there are many adults there. I feel that a swimming pool is a great place to go because you can exercise there and have fun at the same time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario 1-Cause and Effect&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a young girl who is dashing quickly and has banged into a young boy accidentally. A woman is running as fast as she can to prevent the boy from falling into the pool. I think that the girl is very inconsiderate, as she should not run at the swimming pool. What if the boy whom she has just knocked in the pool cannot swim? Then, she would regret her actions forever. If she had predicted that the boy would fall, she would not have run and everything would be fine. I feel that the boy is also partially at fault. He should not stand so near the edge of the pool, if someone accidentally bangs into him or pushes him, his life may be at stake. The woman that has just rushed over to catch the boy could be his mother or the girl’s mother. If I were there, I would reprimand the girl for running at the swimming pool because she may slip and knock her head against the floor. I would suggest that the boy’s mother ensure that her son does not stand too near the edge of the pool next time just to be safe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario 2-Normal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a woman who is swimming breaststroke in the pool. I feel that swimming regularly is good because you do not have to sweat as compared to other sports. So it is more comfortable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario 3-Normal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are two children who are wearing life rings and are passing a ball to each other. I feel that this is not very safe as there should be an adult there to supervise them. If the adult is there, the children may not drown if they get a cramp or their life rings get deflated. I would suggest that maybe their parents are there to take care of them in case anything unfortunate should happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenario 4- Cause and Effect&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a boy who is struggling to stay afloat in the water. I feel that he should not have gotten into the pool in the first place if the does not know how to swim. This will only put his life in danger. But on the other hand, I feel that he may have a cramp and is struggling to stay afloat. I feel that somebody should save him immediately. If I were there, I would jump into the pool to save the drowning boy. I would suggest that his parents take care of him next time to prevent such an incident from happening again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To conclude, I feel that swimming is a great activity to exercise. If one does it weekly, he or she will not fall sick easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3900432191063272313?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3900432191063272313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3900432191063272313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3900432191063272313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3900432191063272313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-on-oral-picture-5-swimming-pool.html' title='Blog on Oral Picture 5 ( swimming pool)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-300532221147604845</id><published>2008-07-29T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:23:43.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Parade Rehersal!</title><content type='html'>So today, after my chinese supplementry, at 3.30p.m, me and Joel Chan went down to the quadrangle to do the NDP rehearsal. There was a smorgasbord (did i use the word correctly?) of feelings inside me-nervous,scared,excited,anxious etc. So I had to be the flag bearer. As in the one who carries the flag and walks down the quadrangle to pass the flag to the one who raises the flag, in this case, would be Melvin. So, I had to walk with 3 other prefects down the quadrangle. It was hard. Very Very HARD! It was so difficult to synchronize and the 2 prefects in front walked so slow and me with the other prefect behind were walking too fast. So, the flag that was actually supposed to be stiffened out, was bent. So anyway, the procedure continued and blah blah blah, after the whole ceremony ended, my sole of my feet were ultra extremely sore and I had a backache because I had to stand for about 10 minutes not moving. It's hard to keep a straight face and a solemn look. It is so wearisome. So, when I put in my heart and soul into my job, I hope everything goes well and no one will screw up. (Although I think someone will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-300532221147604845?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/300532221147604845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=300532221147604845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/300532221147604845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/300532221147604845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/national-day-parade-rehersal.html' title='National Day Parade Rehersal!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7757338460771499825</id><published>2008-07-28T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:15:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers are weird!</title><content type='html'>Why do I say that? I'd like to name 2 examples. Last week, during P.E, Aliff broke into a fight with Yu Jin. When, our PE teacher say that, he asked Aliff what happened. As you know, when a person fights, he usually cries. So, Aliff was sobbing and Mr Fahmi( I think) grabbed Aliff by the hand and asserted him about why he attacked Yu Jin. So, I feel that if a person is crying, there is no way that you can get an answer out of a person. I mean, it is really illogical. The teacher should wait until Aliff stops crying, then he asks how the matter started. Although there are also two sides of a coin, the teacher is also right to find the cause of the matter. However, I still feel that a teacher should wait until the pupil stops crying before asking him. Next e.g, today, J Ho pencil's box was 'stolen' by Nasrum, Alcalvie etc.  So he cried. I feel that he is a 'crybaby' (no offense j Ho). In my opinion, he should not cry. This will get him nowhere, it only makes people label him as a crybaby. On the other hand, Alcalvie and friends were in the wrong too. They should not play such a prank. It's immature and I feel that childish. If their pencil box was stolen, they would feel panicky. A pencil box is very important, cus that's where most of the pens and stationary is. Their parent's used their hard earned money to buy the stationery. It's so impt. So, i'll end this post now. I would like the 'theifs' to empathize. ( NO offense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7757338460771499825?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7757338460771499825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7757338460771499825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7757338460771499825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7757338460771499825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/teachers-are-weird.html' title='Teachers are weird!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8551761979199475093</id><published>2008-07-28T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T03:59:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A courtious act</title><content type='html'>On the bus ride home, I saw a teenager and an old man boarding the bus. The teenager gave way to the old man and let him sit on his seat. Well, I personally feel that this should be the type of respect we give to our elders, even though we do not know them. If the world had more people like him, I am sure the world would be a better place. lol. Sounds really familiar. So, i was carrying my school bag and it was damned FAT! so I had no choice but to occupy 2 places. I know it's very inconsiderate of me. But, at that time there were not many people on the bus. So I didn't think it would be inconsiderate of me. There are so many seats, why sit next to me? I thought. But after 'reflecting' I thought of this scenario. What if there was a frail old man? He can't walk far and he has to sit at the closest seat to the door. Since he is so tired. So i have decided to '改过自心'. A bit exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8551761979199475093?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8551761979199475093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8551761979199475093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8551761979199475093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8551761979199475093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/courtious-act.html' title='A courtious act'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1641303356669999902</id><published>2008-07-25T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:37:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral</title><content type='html'>Phew! Thank God Oral is over.I hate oral the most. There is always this feeling. The butterflies in my stomach are mass producing like siao! That's the feeling! NOt butterflies in my stomach. BUT butterflies, moths and etc. insects jumping and flying in my stomach. SO nervous like siao! I can't describe the feeling but it's detestable. At the same time, it's amazing that we can have this feeling. The human is soo complex. I can't believe that God could create such a complex thing. So moving on, the English Oral was quite easy but the conversation was shocking. I did not expect such a topic to come out. What do you fear most? I was shocked , stupefied, horrified etc. Ok! That's a bit exaggerating but you get what I mean. So I spoke the first thing that came to my mind, spiders. I don't want to talk abt it.For my chinese, i had the guy 李老师. I think he's quite friendly. So the first thing, I greeted him. Everybody must have manners. 家 教 Lol. SO i went on and on and talked. I think overall I did quite well. I should have improved from my SA1 marks. So that's the end of the oral and the end of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1641303356669999902?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1641303356669999902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1641303356669999902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1641303356669999902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1641303356669999902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral.html' title='Oral'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-640757996409557979</id><published>2008-07-24T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:47:03.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today abt Chinese Lesson(not complaning)</title><content type='html'>Today, we were supposed to have 听写 but due to some selfish people who didn't learn it, it was postponed. I mean, how selfish can people get? I took some time to learn the 听写 and our teacher just postponed it. How crappy can that be!??? I mean, that is really selfish and irresponsible. And why is our teacher so biased? She should let them get low marks and teach them a lesson instead of giving them their way. This is so unfair! Some people just took time off to learn this 听写 and she just postponed it. The students who didn't learn it have no responsibility WHATSOEVER MAN! I am damed angry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-640757996409557979?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/640757996409557979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=640757996409557979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/640757996409557979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/640757996409557979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-abt-chinese-lesson.html' title='Today abt Chinese Lesson(not complaning)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5130323360950256690</id><published>2008-07-24T02:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:37:12.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Speech 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Introduction&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This picture depicts a scene in a classroom. There are many pupils in the class and a girl is currently speaking about her ambition. The classroom is very tidy and most of the pupils are listening attentively to the speaker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Scenario 1-Cause and Effect&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are two boys who are fighting over a piece of paper. A girl seated in front of them is asking them to keep quiet. Their teacher is staring at them furiously and she is clenching her fists tightly. I feel that the two boys should pay attention to the speaker as she could have taken a lot of time just to prepare this talk. They are really selfish. If I were there, I would ask them to stop immediately. They are not an engaging audience and they do not have any etiquette at all. The girl is trying to stop them from talking. We should all learn from her and try to behave properly when their classmate is speaking. The two boys should empathize with their classmate who is speaking. If their classmate were misbehaving when they were talking, they would feel disappointed. Their teacher is fuming mad and I suggest that she should stop them immediately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Scenario 2-Normal&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl in front of the class is speaking about her ambition. I admire her for the courage that she has displayed. Not many people can speak in front of a class without being nervous or scared. She is also able to keep a calm and composed expression. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Conclusion&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To conclude, a public speaking session is great once in a while. It boosts one confidence and communicating skills. Most people cannot talk in front of a lot of people, as they are too nervous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5130323360950256690?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5130323360950256690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5130323360950256690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5130323360950256690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5130323360950256690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral-speech-4.html' title='Oral Speech 4'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-292544736948278431</id><published>2008-07-24T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:36:38.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Speech 3(Music Lesson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Introduction&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This picture depicts a scene at a music room. The teacher is playing a piece of music and the students are trying to mimic after her using their recorders and their music books. I feel that music lessons are a great time to relax from stress and pressure. Playing soothing music can help to relax one’s mind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Scenario 1-Wrong and Consequence&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a boy who has just used his recorder to whack another boy’s head. The other boy is crying in pain. I feel that the boy is really mischievous and he could hurt his friend emotionally and physically. I feel that he should try and empathize with the boy. What if it were him who was hit by his classmate with a recorder? Furthermore, a recorder is made of plastic and it is really hard. What if the boy’s head bleeds? The consequences could be really dreadful. If I were there, I would stop the boy immediately before he could do anymore harm. The boy could be a bully and he could have whacked his classmate for no reason. But from his expression, his classmate could have irritated him in some way. That boy could have acted out of impulsiveness and he may come to regret his actions if the other boy is seriously hurt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Scenario 2-Wrong and Consequence&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A girl has just snatched another girl’s book and is looking at her furiously. The other girl looks scared and she is in the middle of playing a song. The girl could be a bully and just because she hasn’t brought her book, she has snatched it to prevent herself from being scolded by their teacher. I feel that it is really inconsiderate of her as this will result in her classmate being her scapegoat. If I were there, I would stop her straight away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Conclusion&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To conclude, music lessons are a great time to relax and take exams and stress all away from your mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-292544736948278431?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/292544736948278431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=292544736948278431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/292544736948278431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/292544736948278431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral-speech-3music-lesson.html' title='Oral Speech 3(Music Lesson)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3703040149084716922</id><published>2008-07-24T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:42:38.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Speech 2(oldman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Introduction&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This picture depicts a scene at the hospital. I do not particularly like hospitals as they have many patients who have different types of diseases and some diseases could spread through air. The hospital is spick and span and the place is tidy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Scenario 1-Cause and Effect&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is a sickly old man lying in the bed. A nurse is currently attending to him. She is very caring and helpful. If all the people in our society could be like her, the world would definitely be a better place to live in. There is a middle-aged woman who is sitting on the chair. Two mischievous children are playing catching in the hospital. I think the old man has probably broken his leg from a fall and his daughter and her children have come to visit him. I feel that the woman is really filial to her father as even though she has to take care of the family, she can make time for her family. As the saying goes ‘ blood is thicker than water.’ So, if one of our family members or relatives is sick, we should try and make time to visit them. However, we should not be like the two children who are playing catching. Their actions will disturb other patients who need time to rest and recuperate. It is really inconsiderate of them, as it will cause noise pollution. They will also bother their grandfather who needs to rest and his leg will not be able to heal faster. Their mother, who is glaring at them furiously, looks livid. If I were there, I would ask them to stop playing immediately. I would suggest that they bring a book or their homework along the next time they visit someone at the hospital. This way, they will not disturb anyone and they can learn new things at the same time. It’s just like killing 2 birds with one stone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;Conclusion&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To conclude, the hospital is a very advanced place. Last time in the olden days, there was not even such a thing called caesarean and now there are so many functions or tools that hospitals in the old days did not have. This shows that technology is advancing very fast and nearly all wards are air conditioned already. This also shows that we should treasure our lives as we may lose them anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3703040149084716922?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3703040149084716922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3703040149084716922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3703040149084716922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3703040149084716922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral-speech-2oldman.html' title='Oral Speech 2(oldman)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3990345381753923404</id><published>2008-07-24T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:46:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Speech picture 1(Fantastic 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Introduction&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This picture depicts a scene at a concert. There are six people performing and there is a huge banner behind them saying “The Fantastic Six”. I think these children most likely are from the choir CCA in their school and have been chosen to perform in a concert. The stage is well done up. There are many people in the audience and I feel that if I were one of the parents there, and one of my children were performing, I would be really happy as I would be really proud and this would be a great achievement. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Scenario 1- Cause and Effect&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the performers is clutching his stomach tightly and he seems to be in great pain and the girl beside him is holding his arm and from her expression, I can tell that she is quite worried and disconcerted. A woman has jumped out of her seat and is rushing to help the boy. A man in the audience has seen this scene and looks scared. Perhaps he is the boy’s father. I think the boy has a stomachache or maybe he is too nervous. I can empathize with the boy as this could be his first time performing and he could be scared at the sight of so many people staring at him. The woman who has rushed up to help him could be his teacher and she could be sending him to the sick bay immediately. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rest of the audience is engrossed in watching the other four performers. I think the four performers must have sung very well as they have enough courage to perform in front of a whole lot of adults. They have professionalism and showmanship. They are not distracted by the boy and continue to put on a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Conclusion&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To conclude, a concert is a great place to experience a variety of performances and you can learn some things from the performers like Discipline and Teamwork. Discipline can help a performer to cooperate with the rest of his team members. While, teamwork can help a team to perform a great show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3990345381753923404?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3990345381753923404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3990345381753923404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3990345381753923404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3990345381753923404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/oral-speech-picture-1fantastic-6.html' title='Oral Speech picture 1(Fantastic 6)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1960384387311674988</id><published>2008-07-14T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:55:46.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "i" speech</title><content type='html'>First, we were having our lesson. Then, MC suddenly said some of us would present our I speech. I was quite panicky at hearing this. Then, she called my name. I was shocked! ME?!!! What the ***k sia! I nearly swore. I was freaking nervous like HELL! So shocking man! I gawked and said 'HUH!???? ME?' So, I have to 'thank' Aliff and Darryl for nominating me. So I talked and ended. The feeling was indescribable. There was a tingling sensation in my hands and feet. I guess it was nervousness and stage fright but I managed to overcome it. Hooray for me! Yeah! Mc said my speech was draggy. Was it really draggy? I myself don't think so. Please comment on this part yah? So I overcame my fear and did it. I did it and got it over and done with. But the feeling when talking to so many people is really frightening. It's hard to maintain composure. ReallyHARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1960384387311674988?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1960384387311674988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1960384387311674988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1960384387311674988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1960384387311674988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-speech.html' title='The &quot;i&quot; speech'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1762442686813772569</id><published>2008-07-11T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:36:09.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude matters</title><content type='html'>Attitude... The way you do your work or stuff will be portrayed by attitude. So, our attitude must be the best in what ever we do. Well, it's easy to say, but it's harder when you do it.  For example, today a few of my classmates didn't bring their ODT and MC flared up so suddenly. So suddenly. Nearly got a heart attack. lol. That's a bit way too much exaggeration. So lucky that I put my ODT in my bag a week ago. So it's best to put things in the bag when it is asked for straight away. That's in my opinion of course. But actually, I feel that although there are the 'regulars' (who always forget things) there are also the first timers who didn't bring things. Not everyone has a so called 'attitude' problem. Next, MC asked for our post-its. I searched my bag and said 'shit' to myself. I was really panicky because whenever I forget things I feel sorta flustered. I was very scared cus I was a prefect and when a prefect forgets things, the punishment is more serious cus we have to be a good role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a prefect, even though we have to be a good role model, it doesn't mean that we can't forget anything. By telling us this, might as well make all prefects robots. Wouldn't that be better? If the prefects were replaced by robots. but there are also flaws, robots do not have emotions and may not feel how a human may feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of blog. I know it's quite a abrupt ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1762442686813772569?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1762442686813772569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1762442686813772569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1762442686813772569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1762442686813772569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/attitude-matters.html' title='Attitude matters'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3284441367692321245</id><published>2008-07-07T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T03:57:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Group Meeting</title><content type='html'>This was our 2nd meeting. And once again, not all of us turned up. It was really frustrating! For our first meeting, only Jon Ho didn't turn up. Now, Edwin and Nasrum didn't turn up while the rest who turned up were late for 15 minutes. Anyway, when all of us arrived, we went to JC's house and we started on the PSLE orange coloured book. So, there we were doing the book peacefully until J Ho went around screaming, ' SUP! HOMIE!' I felt like taping his mouth and kicking his butt. Really! He was IRRITATING LIKE MAD! And Nic Lam kept chasing J Ho around and attempting to whack him before I screamed, " DO your work LA!' SO finally we got the MCQ section done and JC's mom served us cheese souffle with PEPSI! The souffle was scrumptious. Extremely nice! It had a bit of salty and a bit of sweet taste. Very nice combination! At first I thought it would be the super sour type, but I was wrong. And the pepsi. Without drinking Pepsi, Nic Lam burped like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; and the room stank like mad. It was like 10 people farted at the same time or it could be when you smell a dumpster close up. So to put it in a few words, today was quite a fruitful and fun day! YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3284441367692321245?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3284441367692321245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3284441367692321245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3284441367692321245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3284441367692321245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/study-group-meeting.html' title='Study Group Meeting'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-2369299680017934624</id><published>2008-06-26T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:58:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh your head off...</title><content type='html'>Today, an embarrassing incident happened to me. ME! When I was in the school going for my duty, I felt that my pants was super loose. I mean like it's 10x bigger than you need it to be. The waist part was so big that I needed to keep pulling up my pants to prevent it from slipping down. After a while, I found out that I didn't button and zip my pants. I was like OMG!!! How could I forget to BUTTON MY PANTS!! So pai seh! I wished that there was a hole that I could burrow into. I mean out of 500 people only 1 person would forget to button their pants. At least if I didn't zip it wouldn't be so embarrassing because the zipper has an automatic function to drop down after a while. I wonder why the school didn't check it properly before making it the supplier. I mean what would happen if my pants drop down? I would lose something important. MY DIGNITY AND REPUTATION! If that happened, everyone would laugh and say ," Haha! It's the boy whose pants drop down!" Luckily it didn't happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-2369299680017934624?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2369299680017934624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=2369299680017934624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2369299680017934624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2369299680017934624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/laugh-your-head-off.html' title='Laugh your head off...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7630557427914611635</id><published>2008-06-25T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T02:33:20.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Thingy...</title><content type='html'>today, after school I wanted to go back with Allan and JC  but Allan said he needed to follow Nic Ng to the dentist. I was like HUH? I thought allan and Nic Ng needed to see the dentist. THen, Nic Ng came along and said "I want Allan accompany me to see dentist, I very scared." Now I was puzzled. I was wondering how scary is a trip to the dentist. The worst is that the dentist will pluck out your teeth. Not like the dentist will kill Nic Ng and he needed Allan to be the knight in shining armour?? So a picture formed in my head like Nic Ng was the damsel in distress and got captured by a evil dentist and Allan was going to save Nic Ng. It was sorta weird and illogical. So if Nic Ng reads this, pls answer why u needed Allan to go with u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7630557427914611635?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7630557427914611635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7630557427914611635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7630557427914611635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7630557427914611635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird-thingy.html' title='Weird Thingy...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-498396167942480833</id><published>2008-06-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:51:23.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Retarded Maths Problem Sum..</title><content type='html'>Today, I did 3 maths problem sums. All 3 of them were, in my opinion, really retarded and extremely hard. I spent like 20 minutes on each question but I still could not figure it out. I managed to do 1 out of 3. If you're thinking, so hard meh? The questions were from a assessment bk called Maths456. Really pissed me off like siao. I spent all the time and it was all wasted. When I saw the answer sheet. The guy did it in like 5 steps only. I was OMGing like mad. How could he do it so fast? I gave up and continued with my English. Then, a question bobbed up in my mind. Why do people have to give such hard questions? Why? What if a child thinks so much until he gets depression or sumthing like that?( Exaggeration) If a child thinks that every exam paper will be so hard, why bother trying? What if his attitude is like that? Although the chances of ones attitude is like this is slim, but there still is a chance right? So why not just set the test papers easier? I mean some schools set papers so difficult that children have a high chance of failure. The PSLE paper is like maybe 3x more easier than the test paper. (Final question) Why do schools have to set so hard exam or even test papers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-498396167942480833?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/498396167942480833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=498396167942480833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/498396167942480833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/498396167942480833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/freaking-retarded-maths-problem-sum.html' title='Freaking Retarded Maths Problem Sum..'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3223800167490470737</id><published>2008-06-09T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:51:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something worth blogging happened...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while I was having my aikido lesson, my teacher called me and two classmates over. He told us that we were doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taichi &lt;/span&gt;when we were performing our moves. I was like really meh? I thought I was doing quite well. So he continued and said that I was like half asleep when I was doing my moves. An idea of a zombie popped into my mind. Zombie because it is the half dead and half alive creature. So I was really shocked! I was doing Aikido in zombie mode? Wuw! Must be quite boring for him to watch. Continuing, he asked me to punch him and he did a demo of us doing slow motion mode. I was surprised! It really was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buay ta han and I &lt;/span&gt;really had to empathize with him. He said in Japan, the instructor and the whole class would laugh at us if that was the way we did it. This is was the part where he told us a saying. "I will not teach you. You will have to steal it from me." So it practically says that he will not say anything like which foot or hand to put forward first etc. We, the students, have to study it and grasp everything within that short period of time that he is demonstrating it. So being a instructor is actually quite easy. If the students don't listen, its their problem. So for those who don't listen, really cham lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I do anything, I have to put 100% mind and body into it. That way, I'll be able to concentrate and do better. I think. That way, I should get better results or end products too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3223800167490470737?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3223800167490470737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3223800167490470737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3223800167490470737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3223800167490470737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-worth-blogging-happened.html' title='Something worth blogging happened...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7626369718779205148</id><published>2008-05-30T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T05:46:35.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Terminal 3...</title><content type='html'>Well, it was really fun and enjoyable to describe it. I dashed home straight away after going to popular to buy the index card.  I  bathed and went to terminal 3 by bus with my mother. When I reached there, my headphones were going 'zzz...zzz" and it was really noisy. I thought that Terminal 3 was a super high-tech place and it means that radios could also work here. I was quite disappointed but after all, T3 was just built and maybe I hope they can upgrade it to enable radios to work there. Anyway moving on, we went to the toilets first cus  I  had to ease my bladder. After that, when I came out, I saw a water cooler which was auto. I was curious to see what it was. WHen I put my face near there, suddenly water squirted out at my face. It was quite humiliating and I was really amazed by the fact that water coolers could be auto. Technology has really advanced so fast man! Last time, the computer was not even invented but now, all sorts of gadgets like Handphone, Computer, Xbox are all invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a restaurant called Popeye's chicken. My mother ordered a 3 piece meal of chicken and a bread and some fries and a drink. The bread was extraordinary. It is not like those old, sub-standard bread. At the first glance, it might look hard but when it is bit into, it is really soft and delectable. I could eat it as breakfast for  1 week. It was really something new, not those type of super hard breads. Ok, enough about the bread, the chicken was next. I took my first bite and I was expecting it to be spicy. But it was quite dissapointing as the chicken was not the least spicy but quite saltish. My mother had 1 piece of chicken and it was super small as she ordered a mild one. I mean it was so small that it was the size of maybe a pair of scissors. I was really infuriated but I did not do anything cus my mother said not to pursue the matter. I was quite angry cus the spicy chicken was about 3 or 4 times bigger that that one. How could they cheat someone like that? Doesn't that person have a heart?  Although it was not a serious matter, but I feel that it is actually scamming a person of his/her money right in front of that person's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter that, we went to buy breakfast and headed home. Overall, I think Singapore is really really successful because there are so many improvements from one tiny island to a high-tech, advanced and prosperous place. All this is thanks to Lee Kuan Yew, I really admire him because he made Singapore from a kampong place to what we are today. I really reccomand others to visit T3 cus it will show how Singapore has advanced and T3 is like a shopping center and an airport mixed together. It was really amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! End of Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7626369718779205148?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7626369718779205148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7626369718779205148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7626369718779205148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7626369718779205148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-trip-to-terminal-3.html' title='My Trip to Terminal 3...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7039013284717289812</id><published>2008-05-23T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:06:07.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to 2 people's houses today...</title><content type='html'>First, early in the morning, I got up at around 9 because my alarm rang. I was really sleepy as I slept at around 12 midnight to watch American Idol. There were lots of performances by different bands and peoples like: One Republic, Jonas Brothers, Brian Adams etc. It was a really great show and I feel that most of the contestants can sing very well but it is a pity that some people vote just because of that person's looks or something else and not on the voice. Moving on, I slowly trudged to brush my teeth and toasted my bread and ate it with a cup of Milo. I won't say that it is extremely tasty but it is satisfying enough. I bathed and did my 'buisness' and rushed off to Tzu Hao's house. At first, I got a bit lost although I stayed in this estate for a Very LONG time. I saw my neighbour but I didn't want to ask her where was Tzu Hao's block as I was afraid that she would say that although I stayed in this estate for so long, I still did not know where it was.  That neighbour is a bit kaypo and obnoxious. I went round and round and eventually reached there. But when I reached his house, I was sweating like crazy and my body was extremely wet. I did feel quite uncomfortable in the sweat and since the weather is so (pardon me for using this word)freaking hot, sweat trickled down my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzu Hao invited me in and brought me to his room to play his PS2! He also switched on the air con as that room had no fan and it would be extremely stuffy and hot. I helped him to set-up the PS2 although I was not really happy as I feel that the host should do these sort of things and not ask help from the guest. It is really... not host-like. Moving on, we played a violent hack-and-slash game which was in Japanese, which I clearly did not understand and he did. It was about some old warriors like: zhang fei, lu bu, guan yu etc. To me, the game was rather violent but it was fun and there was a bit of puzzle inside too as we had to navigate our way through enemy camps and destroy the evil soldiers. Overall, it was not bad although I wish that the game could be in English as it would enable me to understand what they were talking instead of having Tzu Hao tell me what to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we played WWE Smackdown which is otherwise known as wrestling. I will raphely(how do you spell this word) describe the game first and then, I'll talk my opinions. First, we chose two guys called John Cena and Kane. We fought against 2 girls who were in my opinion, very and extremely lousy or noob. We could easily defeat them and I kept whacking her and grabbing her and throwing her. Once, I got so bored that I even attacked the referee. I mean, even Tzu Hao alone could take care of both of them. (take care as in defeat them not literally take care) Although it was a fun game, there was one thing that I feel that the game lacked-strategy. I mean if it is a go-and-kill-your-opponent type of game without strategy, there is nothing to gain but temporary fun. Some games do teach you strategy but for now, I can't think of any. If this game had a form of strategy like you must use something in a way to defeat your opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we played a  game called Naruto 3 and it was another VS game which was make-your-opponent's-health-to-nothing type. It not very violent as there was no blood and I was also a noob but after a while I slowly got the hang of it. Unlike other games, this has some form of strategy as you have to hit ur opponent at the right time or it would not work. This game's graphics are also amazingly magnificent as they zoom in at the right time and the characters are 3-D mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bade farewell to him at 12 and went for my lunch at Burger King. Next, I proceeded to Joel Chan's house for our music project. It was a enjoyable session although lots of the time was used for fooling around. Mrs Lim said our rap was way too violent which I totally disagree as what is wrong with just hitting a person. It is ONLY 1 line. But still, we had no choice but to follow teacher's orders. So after that, me and Darryl went to my void deck and had a game of soccer before he proceeded home. It was a fun game and helped me to exercise for that day, I dunno if it is considered exercise but both of us were sweating like mad and i was really exhausted but I went home with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really enjoyable and a little productive.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to blog further! Need to Sleep. Bye!End of Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7039013284717289812?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7039013284717289812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7039013284717289812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7039013284717289812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7039013284717289812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-to-2-peoples-houses-today.html' title='Went to 2 people&apos;s houses today...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-6050960412254548646</id><published>2008-05-23T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:32:01.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dinner Tonight...(It's not all about food)</title><content type='html'>When it was time for dinner, I was about to finish it when my father came and disturbed me. I dunno what came over me but I shouted a vulgarity and my mother scolded me and said that she never wanted to hear that word again or else she would stuff chilli padis in my mouth. To me, it was TOTALLY UNFAIR. Why must i get the blame when my father is the one who disturbed me and intimidated me? Why? I knew that there was no point in telling my mother the truth as she would never believe me. I was really p**sed off when she scolded me for like 10-15minutes and she only scolded my father for 10seconds. Although I know that the world is unfair, it does not have to be THIS UNFAIR! What's worse was that she said she didn't want me to be a hooligan. I can 98% ASSURE that I will not become an Ah Seng or an Ah Beng. Does she have that little trust in me? While she trusts her husband like 5 or 8 times more? WHY? What have I done that made her lose her trust and I know that the cause is my father disturbing me and me scolding the vulgarity is the consequence. But after all, wouldn't you agree that the cause would make the consequence happen? SO doesn't that mean that my mother is in the wrong, and she STILL reprimanded me for only saying that little vulgarity. I know that saying vulgarities is WRONG but i was angry and lost control. Why can't people empathize instead of jumping to conclusions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Angry to blog any further! Pls Comment and tell me your thoughts. Ty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-6050960412254548646?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6050960412254548646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=6050960412254548646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/6050960412254548646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/6050960412254548646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dinner-tonightits-not-all-about-food.html' title='My Dinner Tonight...(It&apos;s not all about food)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8179672896581131000</id><published>2008-05-21T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:47:27.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA 5 Items...</title><content type='html'>I only have one word to describe it: tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Sit-ups, I could say I did well but not enough to get a 5 point. The feeling was really tiring it was like your stomach was going to split and there was this tiring feeling enveloping you, slowly taking away your strength until there is only a bit left. I happened to partner Darryl.(Is this correct English?) I attempted first and he was cheering me on. I want to just say thanks, I couldn't have done it w/o ur cheering. Then, it was his turn. He was like a bullet train, going terribly fast until about the 40th or so sit-up he began to look weary and he was breathing heavily. I thought that he would just stop there but it was the exact OPPOSITE of my thoughts, he began to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiong  &lt;/span&gt;he moved even FASTER than before and when it was number 50, he was really tired but he didn't give up because he wanted to beat the record that was set by Aliff.(51 sit-ups BTW) He managed and beat Aliff by 1. That measly 1 sit-up helped Darryl set a new record. So I wanna congratulate and thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was the shuttle run. This is on my 4/5 hate list. I really hate it, although it is nearly impossible to fail, it really saps about 2/3 of your energy and I managed to pass but just by 0.2 seconds. When the teacher put his signature and I saw the timing, I got a shock of my life! I was like WTH! I merely passed by0.2 seconds. I expected at least a 11+ second but NOT a 12.3! If I was 12, I would have failed. I suspect it was because of the part where I slowed down to put the 1st beanbag and I could have wasted a precious second or two. I regret this choice I made. But no point in crying over spilled milk so I will just be optimistic and try to tell myself that at least I passed. Now I am trying to get a better one the next time I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing Broad-jump. This was my strength because I had really LONG LEGS which would so call propel me further. My tester was Mr Li. I had to attempt about 3 times before he accepted it. For my first try, I jumped. 190cm! WOOO! I thought but he had to burst my balloon and say that I had slid forward a bit and that was NOT accurate. I was like Whatever! No point in arguing with him cos he will always win. I did my 2nd attempt with the same results only I jumped at a 170cm. I was like OMG how could I get this. But 'luckily', I slid forward AGAIN and did another attempt. This must be the third and final attempt I told myself. I had this picture of me in my mind that I would "fly" so that pushed me forward and enabled me to score a 183cm. I was not really ecstatic but just happy since I wanted to get a 200cm and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclined Pull-ups were next. This was a 3/5 on the hate scale. My arms were not really strong as I only do sit-ups everyday but not push-ups so I gave up after my the 24th pull-up. My arms felt as though they were made of jelly. The feeling was pain but the idea of my arms made of jelly made me laugh and the pain slowly dispersed when I drank the water cooler's water. It was really refreshing and 'revived' my energy to nearly full. And I also want to say that the pull-up bar is really dirty and my palms were all sweaty, sticky and dirty with some metal scrapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, it was the one that I dreaded most, the sit and reach. The reason for my hate was because my legs were long and my arms were short so I had a hard time reaching a 30cm scale. This was 5/5 on the hate scale. I heard cheers from Ms Seet and Darryl so I pushed on and persisted until my legs felt like they were going to break, I gave up. So i guess there are pros and cons of having long legs. At least the long legs scored me a 4 point for my standing broad jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I feel that NAPFA also has the pros and cons. For the pros, NAPFA will help you to keep fit and not become overweight but it only occurs once a year but with regular P.E lessons, pupils should be ABLE to keep fit and there should not be overweight students. It could be either in the genes or because of their diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Blog! Pls comment =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8179672896581131000?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8179672896581131000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8179672896581131000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8179672896581131000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8179672896581131000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/napfa-5-items.html' title='NAPFA 5 Items...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5400451061212166019</id><published>2008-05-12T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:44:06.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SDC trip...</title><content type='html'>First, Ms Nasitah briefed us on what we were supposed to do there, behave ourselves blah blah, something about the Navy and The SAF(Singapore Armed Forces). I was really bored during that period of time cos it was like I wanted to doze off and I just wanted to go to the Discovery Centre cus I wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chui leng qi&lt;/span&gt; ("blow air con") and the weather that day was REALLLLLLY BURNING HOT!!! When she finally finished, we boarded the bus and we were on our way to the SDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, the first thing I smelt was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POPCORN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANDY FLOSS! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, we saw a group of 'unruly youths'. i called them tat cos they were speaking like Ah Sengs' and Ah Bengs'  and their  tone of talking was like the care-less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;attitude. We proceeded on and we went to a room called the Hospitality Room(I think). There was a host called Ms Jasmine and another guy who's name I have forgotten. She told us we were having a Discovery Race, sounds familiar? Cos the idea was from the Amazing Race! To me, I feel that they should at LEAST change the words more cos the Amazing Race is like copyrighted and it would display a lack of creativity. ( this is my opinion, for yours, please post at chatbox) Moving on, we were split up into groups, my group had 5 ppl. J HO, Mel, Aliff, Nas and ME. We had a bit of an advantage because J Ho knew the place quite well as he came here for last year's IT club project. It was like he knew it as it was the back of his hand, one minute we were running here. One minute we were running there it was like the NAPFA 1.6 km run. O ya, we were supposed to find 4 bags which were hidden from us and each bag had a shape on it and of cos we were supposed to copy it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The END, we only had 3 shapes out of 4. Although I was quite disappointed,  I was also happy cos some people only found 2. I guess you would call this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xing zai le huo &lt;/span&gt;( laughing at one's demise). Although some of you might find this 'despicable', I feel that I'm just having a bit of fun. (pls dun let ur thoughts bout me change). After that we had a bus ride and the guide talked to us about the things and special statues around the SAFTI camp area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, (I'll skip the part where a woman guide brought us all around again except for the future part) we went to a place that had about 80 computers. We were told to choose our looks and what we wanted to be when the world was about 20 25 years later. I really hope that there would be intelligent homes(FYI , its places  that  at a press of a button u can just order something. eg. I press a button for instant noodles. Maybe after 5 minutes, the noodles will come out WITHOUT having me to cook it myself. Wouldn't that be great??! Darryl was next to me and he got a higher creativity level. Then, he went sorta loony and started 'dancing and jumping'. He realized Mdm Sharifah was behind him and immediately stopped. I guess it was probably because of the humiliation and embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the trip was fun and educational which helped me learned some values like teamwork and working together in harmony and interdependence when we were playing the Discovery Race. For interdependence, we had to help another team in exchange for their help on like where to find the bag although this wasn't right, I could say we are sort of cunning. We must look on the bright side and not the dark side of life so we have to have the don't worry be happy attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5400451061212166019?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5400451061212166019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5400451061212166019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5400451061212166019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5400451061212166019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/sdc-trip.html' title='SDC trip...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7234097135486084092</id><published>2008-05-08T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:49:25.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SA1....</title><content type='html'>Ok, first I will voice out my opinions. Then, I will talk about how I found each paper (hard, easy, average) and how well I think I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions: Well, I'm talking about English first. English paper was ok ok. Compared to the CA1 it was actually a teeny bit harder but overall comparing it to CA1 and last year's SA2 it was manageable.  The sections  that I think I will not do well in are the synthesis and the comprehension cloze. The reason?  For synthesis, I had 1 question that I totally did NOT know. I had no clue at all how to solve it. I think it was Question 68. And what's worse is tat MC said only 1 person got full marks and the rest of us got either 4, 2 or 0. Wow... Some people got 0. It's not that kind of -I'm happy that u got low marks- that laugh. It's just that we're 6a and people GOT A 0! I hope that I'm not the one. For the comprehension cloze, I'm quite weak in it as I always replace the wrong words and the words are sooo close but just cant be accepted. I really dislike this section. P**SESS me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Maths, overall the paper was easy but I had not enough time to finish it and I'm sure I lost about 7 or 6 marks already cus of the speed and the last question. I had wasted about lots of time for 1 question cus I had to do GUESS AND CHECK! It really wasted about 15 minutes of my time. I made up for it in the pattern question as I only wasted about maybe 5 mins. Compared t0 CA1 I would rate it as easy. I don't think it was set by Mdm Sharifah as she sets papers way harder than this one. Overall it was easy but I didn't have enuf time to finish the paper as I had to check for careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For MT, it was considered quite easy. Compared To CA1 It was like 3x easier. Really. I thought the booklet A was SUPER DUPER ULTRA easy. There were only bout 3 questions that I didn't know and 2 of them were from the compre cloze which each question was worth 2 MARKS. I lost 4 marks there and 1 mark in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ju zhe xuan zhe. &lt;/span&gt;So in total I got 45/50 for booklet A. Chinese Papers are always marked the fastest. The section B was a killer. I'm not kidding! For the 6 questions about half were on your own opinions and I had to write and pick stuff from the passage to support what I said those questions were hard. Real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Science. Booklet A was OK but the booklet B, compared to SA2 last year, was hard. Question 38 was a killer. I didn't know what to write at all. It was like my mind went blank. The rest were quite easy but I'd better not say too soon in case, you never know what will happen. Since the exams are over, I do not want to talk about them anymore and I want to temporarily REST! So pls when you talk to me, don't talk about the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: The difficulty rate is here: English 8/10, Maths 7/10, MT 6/10 Science, 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of blog! ByE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7234097135486084092?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7234097135486084092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7234097135486084092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7234097135486084092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7234097135486084092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/sa1.html' title='SA1....'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8833853017789129182</id><published>2008-04-29T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:39:51.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mc's teaching for the day...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'll talk bout the thing I copied down. She talked about the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLDEN RULES OF SITUATIONAL WRiTInG . We&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ll, it is basically&lt;/strong&gt; the important things&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to take note of. (It is scrambled up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Meticulousness(is there such a word?), we must accquire the power of the eagle's eyes. Paying attention to minor details. I feel that this is not really a problem for me as I always look through the whole task thoroughly before starting although there is a teeny, weeny, minor chance which i can make mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Capital Letters, these things stated MUST be in capital letters: Names of people, places, roads, titles/ subject, Months/ days/ title of people. This is also not a problem for me as I always write things with proper punctuation and I am 99.98 percent chance sure that I will NOT make these mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO short forms are allowed. ALthough the word CD is, some things like: didn't, Rd, Won't ARE STRICTLY NOT ALLOWED. My feelings are stated under the capital letters section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date and TIme: It must be written in 12 hour clock(i think) and the month must be capital as I have stated in the above. NO problem for this( for me of cus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off: For formal, I only learnt one way- &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;our&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;incer&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;ly (highlighting the Y really pissed me off. It was so hard to do it. I managed only after about 8 tries as partly, my mouse sucks and the com sucks.) For informal, there are many many different sorts of ways, like: Regards, Yours Truly, From your friend and for diary entries must use L O V E ( This is really mushy and I hate writing it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, For Greeting, The First letter in the letter or what so ever, must be caps (usually its Dear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, try not to use clause commas as there is a high chance of making mistake(for those weak in english).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd this is the end of The teachings for situational writing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Story, DONT LOOK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8833853017789129182?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8833853017789129182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8833853017789129182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8833853017789129182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8833853017789129182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/mcs-teaching-for-day.html' title='Mc&apos;s teaching for the day...'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8786604817074071748</id><published>2008-04-22T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:34:00.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching to Live and LIving to Teach....</title><content type='html'>Whatss the difference???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Living To teach is like a person who teaches great things they live to impart knowledge to their students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while teaching to live is to teach for the sake of living(earning money, staying in a house... etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its quite short but that's what I know for the moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8786604817074071748?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8786604817074071748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8786604817074071748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8786604817074071748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8786604817074071748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/teaching-to-live-and-living-to-teach.html' title='Teaching to Live and LIving to Teach....'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-515789715098496336</id><published>2008-04-20T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:44:22.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Saturday Night Movie House on Channel 5....</title><content type='html'>Wow! Finally a show worth watching! It was CONGO! So, I'll basically tell u all the plot for those who didn't see and then, I 'll go to my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the starting, it showed a few people who were trekking in the Congo Jungle. One of them was a CEO's son who was there to help his about 50 year old father search for diamonds. THere was also a camera brought with them to record down the whole expedition. Halfway through, they were being attacked by a strange black creature with EXTREMELY SHARP TEETH.(it was yellow too(the teeth)) There was only 1 survivor and while he was resting, the monster threw a bloodied eyeball at him. Then, he went mad and the camera was being smashed up and it went "zzzzz tiao!" Thus, the CEO sent a his daughter in law with 2 people who taught an ape how to use sign language. One of them invented an object that could allow mute or dumb people to talk using sign language and the voice would come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caught a plane and flew alll the way to africa and were caught by a bunch of afro-americans. The girl used about 4 wads of thick US dollars to bribe him into letting them go. THey were accompanied by a man who was greedy for diamonds and another nigro( how to spell nigro?) with a bunch of safety guards. They boarded another plane to the b oarded of the CONGO jungle and were shot by 2 or 3 people with BAZOOKAs! The plane exploded and they jumped out of it with parachutes. Story to  be continued......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately! Then, they lugged their heavy luggage and camped at a safe place for the night. When dawn broke out, one of the scientists( the one who 'owned' the gorrila) had a leech on his private part. ( that's what i tink) The leader of the safety guards asked him to burn it off with a cigarrete. OK, to cut the story short, they trekked on and on and on and found the sacred place where all the diamonds were held. The greedy man muttered something about Solomon's diamonds. Upon entering, they treakked on and on and on again and went into what I thought was the heart of the volcano. They found LOTS AND LOTS of jewels strewn allover the ground. BUT then, there was also a bunch of old and hairy apes guarding it. The scientist and the nigro man and the girl went into hiding behind a pile of rocks and the girl made some contraption that could blast a laser. This part was ULTRA GORY and she sizzled the apes and their guts flew out. OK then, the four of them, the nigro man the girl and the scientist plus the ape ran out of the mountain with only 1 jewel. The ape was reunited with her type and they flew back and lived happily ever after. THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinions: The show was actually quite gory and I feel that maybe it was rated NC16. The storyline was good but I feel that maybe they should add another climax to make the story even more interesting. I feel that maybe the producers could consider not adding so many characters and suddenly let four live and the rest all die. ALthough I would applaud them for thinking of such a BRILLIANT plot. It was actually quite similar to the compo MC asked us to write."a jungle trek" Maybe they could consider adding maybe pirahnaes or monkeys that stole their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: it was a great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of blog! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-515789715098496336?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/515789715098496336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=515789715098496336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/515789715098496336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/515789715098496336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterdays-saturday-night-movie-house.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Saturday Night Movie House on Channel 5....'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1611760883972962552</id><published>2008-04-15T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:06:26.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Supplementry and other stuff (not long)</title><content type='html'>AFter school, we had a chinese supplementry same as the other classes. It was the same old normal procedure, wait for her at the library, bring us up O ya, something funny happened here. On the way up, Joel chan always liked to trip people la n then he tried to trip me and I was about to trip Darryl(testing out the trick, if can work), I didn't fall but Darryl just stumbled a bit.SO it really worked! Upon entering the classroom, boredom began......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she went through with us the answers on the exercise that she made us do. That was still all right. She asked Nic Lam to on the computer(she doesn't know how to on, cus she grew up in a chinese ed school and she is like wad 50+?) He did as told and she went through the oral with us, it was ULTIMATE boredom as though she used her super move(ultra boredom attack). She kept ranting on and on and on but I had no choice but to listen as my chinese was quite weak. A person(I'll call 1) was doing his/her homework when she was talking. 1 was from 6A and our chinese teacher saw it and a little reprimand and a little say him. 1 was honest and told the truth instead of lying. Another 2 ppl(2 and 3) 2 and 3 were sleeping in class( i don't want to point them out.) 2 was awoken by teacher calling his name and 3 was awoken by 2 going to the toilet to wash his face. I think this will SHOW how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BORING&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;her lesson is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, MC I think I may know what the difference between Assertion and Assumption is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumption is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;something taken for granted; a supposition: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a correct assumption. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the act of taking for granted or supposing. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the act of taking to or upon oneself. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the act of taking possession of something: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the assumption of power. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;arrogance; presumption. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the taking over of another's debts or obligations.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertion is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to state with assurance, confidence, or force; state strongly or positively; affirm; aver: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He asserted his innocence of the crime. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to maintain or defend (claims, rights, etc.). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to state as having existence; affirm; postulate: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to assert a first cause as necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1611760883972962552?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1611760883972962552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1611760883972962552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1611760883972962552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1611760883972962552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/chinese-supplementry-and-other-stuff.html' title='Chinese Supplementry and other stuff (not long)'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8315302127531616667</id><published>2008-04-08T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:16:47.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Today commandign and stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, today there was nothing really interesting, same lessons and I'm just blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, as you all know, I have to call my successor early in the morning to train him and soon he will take over me. Today was a guy called Hashim. First, I will describe how he looked like when I first met him, he was fat and I didn't really think he could turn well. After about 1 or 2 months of training, he finally could turn well enough not to fall down or not keep his balance only he used to turn in the wrong direction. Today he shouted. My heart was palpitating as the other 2 successors were not 'up to my standard', I was wondering if he could shout well enough for a first timer. After he shouted, he turned the wrong direction, I was like totally embarrassed. My mind was 'HOW COULD HE TURN THE WRONG DIRECTION! IT'S SOOO EASY!' After the Pledge he finally turned the right direction and he shouted the CORRECT COMMAND. In my opinion, he was actually quite good for a first timer, maybe he was even better than me or Joel. He is just like a seedling ready to be nurtured and the only question is 'Can he grow well?' He was really really making up to my standard, if he could shout well and loud and turn properly. I would be REALLY proud. If you can't understand how I feel, here's an example: say you were a swimming coach. You were posted to the LOSER bunch who could not swim or hated swimming. You spent alll your time coaching them and finally one boy he developed the passion for swimming. After 5 years or so, he joined the Olympics and won first prize! That would be how I felt and I'm sure that was how the people who trained me and Joel felt too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of blog! I will update if I remember more things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8315302127531616667?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8315302127531616667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8315302127531616667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8315302127531616667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8315302127531616667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-today-commandign-and-stuff.html' title='About Today commandign and stuff'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-2420398468150608925</id><published>2008-04-04T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:59:37.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport's Day!</title><content type='html'>Today, my school had the annual sport's day it was already the 43th sport's day. Wow! my school has been around for 43 years.&lt;br /&gt;OK, so today we assembled at school hall. The competitors assembled at the quardrangles with their teacher-in-charge. I arrived at about 6.50 since the circular said so. But I saw other s that came after 7am and Melvin came at 7.15. I feel that we should not need to come so early as the school should give us ample time to sleep. If some people sleep at 9 like me, they still don't get enough sleep at all, even though I wake up at 6.30. If i were the principal, I would make students come later and end the schooling hours later. If only there were more hours in a day..... At around 8 o clock, NIcholas Ng called me and we went to check with Miss Koh what time we had to gather the leaders that were helping out in the sport's day. She told us that we were to do so immediately and somehow we managed to get all the leaders without using the mike.( although I tink that using the mike would have been faster) Once all the leaders had been gathered, we set off. I sat next to Bryan Ng and he was being disturbed during the whole trip to the stadium by two P5 blue house competitors. They kept pulling his hair and smacking his chair. In my opinion, I feel that they should not have done that cus it would be really uncomfortable. Furthermore, it would bring discomfort and frustration to the person that was being disturbed. If i were him, I would already have 'blown up' and smacked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached the stadium and we begun to distribute the muffins and twiggies to the houses. Each house had about 140 people( that's alot don't u think?) and there were 176 COMPETITORS(FYI, if you don't know what they are, they are those who get medals and trophies and they compete in the sport's day.) After about an hour or so( we were distributing the stuff), the milo van finally arrived. We had to carry out duty 2 which was to form a 'human wall' to ensure that only  1 or two houses get their milo one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, there are 4 duties. Duty 1 is to distribute the twiggies and muffins. Duty 2 is to form the 'human wall' to make sure people from other houses don't take milo before it is their turn.Duty 3 is the track duty, which means we have to stop people from 'spilling' on to the track like in last year it was terrible as many pupils went on the track cus they were too excited.Duty 4 is to guard the snack house. In my opinion, this duty needs more people than I had expected, there were loads of people who went to buy food and drinks. We had to tell them to only eat at the snack house and they were not able to bring food back to their houses. It was a really tedious job as many people were trying to smuggle food back to the houses. We really had to use more people than I had planned.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm the head of planning if u don't know. I plan event's like Chinese New year and Sport's day etc.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the milo van stuff. we had to deliver the milo on trays to parent's and the competitors. In my opinion, Karthigesan was really hardworking at this part as he helped a lot. When there was nobody to deliver the milo's he helped by moving extra fast and all the parents eventually drank their fill. Well, the good thing about being a leader was that we could have a free flow of milo( I drank 5 cups) and the bad thing was that we had to work extra hard to make Miss Koh proud. Once the duties were done, Miss Koh gave us extra muffins and twiggies. Although I felt really full, I ate one muffin. In my opinion, the school should inter change the food served on sport's day as it was the same when i was P4,P5 and now P6. It was really 'sian' as we had to eat the same food. Luckily there was extra sandwiches that the teachers did not want. So we managed to eat some. I think I ate 5 sandwiches. It tasted really good compared to the muffin.&lt;br /&gt;Next, Miss Koh gathered us at the side of the non-competitors area and praised us. She said we did more than we were expected of. Some of us even managed to do 3 or even ALL the duties. She was really grateful and said that on monday she would give us a small treat. ( I wonder what it would be?)&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was nearly 11.30 and I went back to my class. We had to let the P4 and 5 go first as they were younger. I feel that this is the right thing to do but the school should not have made us wait soooo long. WE had to wait for about 20 mins before the bus came. But as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining. We played while waiting for the bus and we laughed until our belly ached. On the bus, I sat next to Darryl and behind me was Ben and Tang JIe. WE kept singing songs like Apologize and Majulah Singapura. SO to those who read this blog, do not be alarmed if you heard people singing it was the 4 of us. And so this was how the day ended and now I am sitting in my chair blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-2420398468150608925?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2420398468150608925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=2420398468150608925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2420398468150608925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2420398468150608925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/sports-day.html' title='Sport&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-133535348980547894</id><published>2008-04-01T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:54:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another 'All about Today'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First, to whoever that reads my blog, HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now I will go through what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, in the morning after assembly, we went up to class, MC talked about yesterday's arena. She said the first judge she said he was not even fired up as he is when top schools like RI or Hwa Chong debate. She also said that the only one who was really listening attentively was the last judge Gaurav( did I spell it correctly?). She also talked about Critical Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about critical thinking. It is 'tearing' an object apart and being able to 'put it back together' or known as read between the lines. She said the debaters last night made sweeping statements like the one from SJI, ( I didn't really watch all of it. Was doing homework) he said something like," In class, teachers teach social skills when they ask questions. BUT MC pointed out that it only seemed to be that. If you dun understand, here's an example. (Let's say there is a class and a teacher is calling a pupil to stand up but u cannot hear what the teacher is talking. It would seem that the teacher is teaching something but she can be scolding or just asking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clarify on sweeping statements. It is about generalization, evidence and judgment. it is usually made based on ASSUMPTIONS. Example, the Bangladeshi workers in Singapore like to hold hands, to them, it is normal but to maybe another race, it may seem they are gay that is what a sweeping statement is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical Thinking is analysing and asking questions like the source and the reliability of the question to clarify and finally come to a conclusion. WE have to make choices based on evidence. yesterday's debate also covered some things which Children NEED to have in the working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) initiative- initiative can't be taught rather it is whether u want to do it or not&lt;br /&gt;2) listening skills- Skills- it is the ability to do something. In my opinion, it can be natural or nurtured.&lt;br /&gt;3)Courage/Confidence- WE all need to have this for working life. An example will be given here. If there are 2 people working in a company, one is a person who has 'nonsensical' ideas but can talk and present an idea well and the other is one who has great ideas but cannot talk and present well. If the 2nd person gives the idea to the first guy, the first guy can claim all the credit  for presenting it.&lt;br /&gt;4)Social skills- It is basically the most essential thing that is needed in the working world.&lt;br /&gt;5)Communication Skills- it is just the ability to communicate well with people and being able to talk about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When MC finished talking about those stuff, she 'blowed up ' cus the notice board behind did not have any decorations at all and the people whom she appointed did not do anything. She also said that not 1 SINGLE person had the INITIATIVE( one of the essentials for the working world) to ask her if the board was too plain and needed more decorations. We also got the dirtiest class award for the month as no one in class bothered to stay back to clean up the class. I feel that we should not depend 100% on the teacher to do everything in the class for us cus we are also A PART of the class and we have to be A PART not APART(not do anything for those who dun understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of blog! Stuff that happened today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-133535348980547894?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/133535348980547894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=133535348980547894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/133535348980547894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/133535348980547894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-another-all-about-today.html' title='Yet another &apos;All about Today&apos;'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8977279602327891179</id><published>2008-03-31T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T04:21:20.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about today.....</title><content type='html'>First, a run through on today's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Morning: rushed to school, went to pick disciple for command shouting.&lt;br /&gt;b)After Assembly: MC had posted a 'tales of gongkia' notice at the back of our notice board and only 1 person wrote an answer but the person did not put down his/her name. Miss Chia got so fed up that she scolded us and said we were 'dead learners'( FYI it is people who just read textbooks and do not get involved in daily activities like: wondering why do people sponge you if you have a fever etc.)&lt;br /&gt;c)Chinese Lesson: it was quite boring as usual and I would like it if My chinese teacher could make her lesson a little bit more interesting for instance she could add jokes or relate it to some funny stuff instead of just talking normally. I nearly dozed off. It was partially be cause I slept late and the second reason is because of the 'boringness'. I will elaborate more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, in the morning. I woke up as usual ate breakfast did my 'buisness' and dressed up and went to school. Then, I waited for Joel Chan cus we always go together to call our disciple( the one that will take over us when we leave the school). Today, it was a boy named Sharizwan. In my opinion, he was quite good, he always comes early and we do not need to run around to find him. I feel that he should be able to succeed me when I leave the school but that is only my hypothesis( can I call it that? or is it only used in Science). We still have to see if he can shout properly. To elaborate further on what i mean by shouting properly, it means to shout loud and clear. My seniors used to call it 'shouder' which is a combination of shout and louder. I really hope that all 3 of my disciples can succeed me and do well in their job or else that will mean I have failed as a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'shifu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, after school MC brought us into class and talked about frictional force blah blah blah ( to cut it short). Then, she brought up a topic about the mini poster she pinned up on the notice board behind about 'the tales of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gongkia"&lt;/span&gt; it was about daily things like why do people sponge you if you have a fever etc. She got so angry cus only 1 person left an answer and she called us a bunch of' dead learners' (people who only learn stuff in textbooks but are not exposed to wider stuff and daily happenings) It was then, i noticed some people were looking downwards at their feet( dunno what's so good about their feet or maybe they feel ashamed), there were some who looked innocent( like me) and some who were what I call ' colourless' in other words, emotionless. Well, I think that all of us should feel bad cus MC took time and effort to just paste up the question and buy a piece of paper. I felt remorseful for what I did cus I spent time playing computer games instead of researching on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Chinese lesson. To sum it up in one sentence, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and I nearly dozed off listening to what she was saying. I mean if you are in her class you would understand. I think she could win the award for 'most boring teacher' ( please dun tell her this ltr she scold me) Oh ya talking about her scolding, she can scold for 1 or sometimes even 2 whole periods. She would go on and on and on and on until she says about something irresponsible uh blah blah blah. When she is scolding, I usually listen in 1 ear and the 'info' goes out the other ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish that for once she can just make her lesson more interesting by maybe adding humorous jokes or stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all the stuff that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8977279602327891179?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8977279602327891179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8977279602327891179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8977279602327891179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8977279602327891179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-about-today.html' title='All about today.....'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5595822077261012846</id><published>2008-03-26T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T02:44:19.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heartsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Heartsong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream is&lt;br /&gt;your vision,&lt;br /&gt;Your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;your stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;A dream is the only&lt;br /&gt;true journey ,&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream&lt;br /&gt;you walk the road to glory.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Great things&lt;br /&gt;happen,&lt;br /&gt;To people who&lt;br /&gt;make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream&lt;br /&gt;You’re halfway on the road to success,&lt;br /&gt;Because your working&lt;br /&gt;towards a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream&lt;br /&gt;you are rich,&lt;br /&gt;Without a dream&lt;br /&gt;people fall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes from&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;We are never more happy&lt;br /&gt;Than when we are doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can dream&lt;br /&gt;you can do,&lt;br /&gt;There is always&lt;br /&gt;more in you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ideas are worthless&lt;br /&gt;Without action,&lt;br /&gt;Don't procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;Be a man of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Begin it now,&lt;br /&gt;Action has a&lt;br /&gt;Magic power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide on a&lt;br /&gt;dream today,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will inspire you&lt;br /&gt;in quite the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto your dream&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find&lt;br /&gt;a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of heartsong!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC hope you can accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of BLOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5595822077261012846?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5595822077261012846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5595822077261012846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5595822077261012846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5595822077261012846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heartsong.html' title='My heartsong'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5381188402190789450</id><published>2008-03-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:52:32.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational Camp Episode 3</title><content type='html'>Today, was the last day of the motivational camp. Quite sad. Melvin Chew will be leaving the camp. The instructor. Great guy. He was really humorous and since he was not a teacher, he could tell dirty jokes. We(class) became 'friends' with him, he had a marvellous way of teaching us. He taught us throguh little games, like passing a ball around. Another game was when each group member was supposed to say a few words that we had memorized yesterday. My group has 10 people so 30 divide 10 equals 3. So one person has to say 3 words. Melvin would go around each group and time us. Our group took 50.3 seconds (i think) BUt at least we were 4th and not last. One person would only say 3 words. You just have to remember what words you have to say. It was quite fun and brandon forgot his word for about 10 or maybe 20 seconds. I think that this game requires teamwork and maybe resilience(one of our school values).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he talked to us abuot the power of BELIEFS. The power of believing is very VERY strong. Melvin Chew told us how strong it could be. He showed us a video called "MIRACALE MAN". It was about a guy who was very successful and he had a plane crash. The man was named Morris Goodman. Surgeons performed surgery on him and he could only breath with a respirator and they inserted plastic filaments into his leg to substitute his torn muscles. The doctor said the chances of him walking on his 2 legs were very slim. After a period of time, he switched off the respirator for a while and try to expand his lungs. After 3 to 4 months, it really worked! He could breath normally again. Next, he was working on walking with his 2 feet. He told his nurse that he would walk out of the hospital on his 2 legs and not with a wheel chair. It was accomplished but only after 10 months. The movie shows that beliefs are really strong. But of course if you belief you can fly, it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another example. A few scientists found some people who had fever. They gave one group real panadols and asked them to take it. And they gave the other group fake ones(sweets) instead. They told both groups it was panadol and surprisingly, both groups recovered miraculously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next example, Scientists found some people. Likewise, they gave both group caffine pills and one group 'sleeping' pills. They told the group with the sleeping pills that it was caffine pills and they were supposed to enjoy a whole day at the arcade. While they told the other group the caffine pills were sleeping pills and asked them to sleep in a room. Strangely, the same thing happened as the first experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third example, there was this man who had cancer. A doctor gave the man pills that could 'cure' cancer. The pills came from Japan. The man believed that what the doctor said was true and he took it everyday, went on exercising everyday and eating healthy stuff. Soon, after 2 to 3 months, the man was cured. The doctor revealed the whole truth to the man. The man had actually ate Vitamin C instead of medicine. He got so angry that he sued the hospital. The hospital had to pay the man $5 million. The man went back home thinking he had not recovered after 2 months, he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that the power of BELIEFS are really strong. But of course you need to take action too. Taking action will allow you to tap into the hidden potential and you can see how powerful you are. Eventually, you will see the results. No matter if it is good or bad, you tried your best. THE BEST. It means you have already stretched yourself to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He also taught us how to study for our exams. For english, we have to speak more and read the newspaper, every night before we sleep. We have to randomly choose 5 words and memorize the meaning and how to use them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For maths, we have to practise and practise and collect questions. If we see a hard question, we should write it down to collect and practise it even more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For chinese, we have to do the same with english.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For science,is to read the summary of the chapters first. This helps you know what are the keywords you must circle. You will get the concept of the chapter easily. Create a clustermap or mindmap, they are about the same. This helps to combine everything together and you will see everything in a big picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was also an appreciation ceremony for parents too. Melvin talked about how parents should coach us and not nag unless neccesary. After that, he told us to pass our love letter to our parents and hug and say I LOVE U!! Then, we could shake our teachers hand if we wanted too. I shaked both Mdm Sharifah and Miss Chia and said thank you for teaching me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The camp was really fun and enriching! End!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5381188402190789450?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5381188402190789450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5381188402190789450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5381188402190789450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5381188402190789450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/motivational-camp-episode-3.html' title='Motivational Camp Episode 3'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3822737676962839596</id><published>2008-03-19T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:20:39.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational Camp Episode 2</title><content type='html'>Today, we had a motivatinal camp again. Today, it was DIFFERENT. Instead of making us laugh throughout the lesson, Melvin(instructor, coach) made us laugh and made us cry( I didn't cry, dunno why ). First, he made us copy the posters we drew yesterday, then he told us jokes again and made us laugh like 'siao'. Then, he spoke about the BRAIN, he said we should use picture diagrams to complete the excercise, (if we have not) I did a mindmap on hibernation and a picture diagram on the water cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us there were many ways to memorize things,&lt;br /&gt;1. Clustermaps&lt;br /&gt;2. Mind Maps&lt;br /&gt;3. Picture Diagram&lt;br /&gt;4. Pair Teaching&lt;br /&gt;5. Posters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also drew a picture diagram on the human brain and made a picture of a man with some images and put some words there (less than 7) and TaDa, we managed to understanded what the picture 'explained'. I think that it is really amazing as someone, a human, can express more than 40 KEYWORDS in just a picture with a few words. really amazing. I have attended the Tony Buzan(creator of mindmap) camp before and they thought me how to draw a mindmap properly.&lt;br /&gt;He also taught us why must we make notes.&lt;br /&gt;Save time&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;Understand better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, in the middle of the lesson, he showed us a movie, Rocky 3, it was about a boxer who was actually a LOSER in rocky 1. He slowly worked his way to the champion in Rocky 2 and lost it to a guy named Clubber Lang(Funny name). His friend, Apollo, helped him and made him train in his old training center. He trained and trained but he still could not focus (his coach died) he was ordered to swim 5 laps after 5 laps after 5 laps, and he raced with Apollo. He raced 2 times and lost. He went for a 'walk' with his wife and his wife shouted at him saying "Oh! We've got everything, a house, a car, money but we don't have the truth!" And Rocky Goes and says he's terrified. He finally picked himself up and trains even harder finally he wins Apollo in the race and they get together and hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky eventually meets Clubber Lang in the Boxing RIng. They meet and the match begins( couple of stuff happen before, but i wont dwell on it not so important) Rocky goes offense on the first round and 2nd but on the 3rd onwards he becomes defensive and provokes ClubberLang(make him tired) Blah Blah Blah Punch here Punch There ok! Rocky win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky is: You&lt;br /&gt;Clubber Lang is: PSLE&lt;br /&gt;Wife is : Parent's&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy(didn't tok about him): Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he also taught us the 9 principles of memories&lt;br /&gt;Visualization&lt;br /&gt;Association&lt;br /&gt;Outstanding&lt;br /&gt;Rhythem&lt;br /&gt;Colours&lt;br /&gt;Humour&lt;br /&gt;Overview&lt;br /&gt;5 senses&lt;br /&gt;We also played a game called pass Around: It focuses on teamwork and persistence maybe. If the object that is being passed around drops on the floor, the game is restarted all over again and everyone will "OHHHHHHH!!! And some will start to blame!" But my group, I could say we were FANTASTIC! We managed to complete the process in 4 SECONDS FLAT!! PHEW! To me, it was AMAZING! I thought it was impossible. Maybe it was partially because we only had 8 hands and not 10(basketballers) but i was sure it was mostly because of concentration and persistence and of course TEAMWORK! There were 3 rounds in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say we SUCKED at it in the first round but in the 2nd and 3rd we managed to focus and get 1st TWICE! We were ELATED. ESCTATIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, he moved on and talked about how unfortunate some people are and he suddenly asked Judy to talk, Judy, being a quiet person, she did not want to talk. Then Melvin shouted:" You know if i am one of the unfortunate people, you know what I will say to you? &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"&lt;/strong&gt; It was like a volcano exploded inside him, but i have nothing to say. When he asked for leaders, he expected us to raise up our hands and say Me Me! But NO no one did and that must have triggered the 'VOLCANO' Even me as a prefect i did not stand up( dunno why) melvin and Nicholas alsoo never stand up. Then he offed the light and told us to close our eyes and put our hands on our kneecaps(like some one grieving) Then, he told us to IMAGINE what it was like when we were 1 -3 years old. We were in a dark room all alone, no friends no relatives. Then suddenly a screen appears and a door comes out of nowhere. There is your dad, old n rough skin. And same thing for mum. He told us our food, bags, clothes, games all came FROM THEM! They could have used it( hard- earned money) to buy other stuff like games lar, Handphones, Branded Goods! But they chose THEY CHOSE to give it all TO us! The coach was really mad! I could not describe his anger like sudddenly joking halfway, then "BOOOM". I was really touched and i heard 'sniffs' and 'sobs' Nic Ng was next to me and he was sobbing like mad but actually he had a nose bleed. ANd JOEL CHAN! I couldn't imagine that he would cry, he was like a tough guy 100x BETTER than MELVIN(classmate)! Melvin(coach) was in my opinion, a really good 'sob' story writer. He made lots of us cry(not me of course, &lt;em&gt;'nan ren liu xie bu liu lei')&lt;/em&gt;, he could quite his job as a motivator and just be a writer but he CHOSE to be a motivator, maybe he wants to help children like us.  But dunno why I had no tears. I was really touched although no tears flowed out . our parents sacrificed so MUCH for us and we did not even repay them. He said we were born to be leaders. I agree but who would put their hands up at that point of time. Anyone ever watch the show Anger Management? There are 2 types of anger one the angry customer who shouts at the cashier and two the cashier who takes the customers shouting. Then, one fine day, the cashier's 'bottle of anger' gets full and he cant take it anymore. He takes out a gun and starts shooting. I think that was what happened to Melvin(coach). In my opinion, he should NOT have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shouted at us . What if someone has a weak heart, he/she could faint or pass out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was all the important things that I learnt. Actually it is a summary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;END OF bLOG ( pardon spelling mistakes if any)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3822737676962839596?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3822737676962839596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3822737676962839596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3822737676962839596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3822737676962839596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/motivational-camp-episode-2.html' title='Motivational Camp Episode 2'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1126489546650016723</id><published>2008-03-18T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:34:38.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Motivational Camp</title><content type='html'>Today, there were a few coaches or people who came to our school hired by Adam Khoo, a MULTI-MILLIONHEIR( did i spell correctly?). Anyway, our trainer was called Melvin and there is a Melvin in our class, so, everyone said "OOO melvin u work for Adam Khoo ar!" some stuff like tat, i shall not dwell on it because it is not that important. Firstly, he told us some jokes and things about what he did when he was in primary and secondary school. When he was in primary 5, he used to buy chicken wing and feed it to the chicken. In P6 I think, he bought ice, maybe he took it from drinks, he would bite the ice into tiny pieces and to spit it through a straw and it would hit people. Later, he got caught and was brought to the principal, he principal gave him another chance. Melvin and his friend then went to shoot something that would not complain, (he did not want to get in to trouble). Can you guess what he "Shot"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "shot the school parrot, since it would only make " Kaw! Kaw!" Some thing like that. There were also a few quotes like:&lt;br /&gt;a) If I can do it, so can YOU!&lt;br /&gt;b)Every Choice has a Consequence( scares me, I hate consequences)&lt;br /&gt;c)Past is NOT equal to Future&lt;br /&gt;Some others that I may have forgotten or they may come to me anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach was humorous. Very humorous. He could make a joke out of nearly anything. He taught us in a very 'interesting way'. I feel that his method was quite good, it was efficient as he won over everyone and there was no one that did not really listen to him ( I think ). There is also another thing that I learnt, that is we must accept COMPLIMENTS, he said that if we praise a Singaporean, they would usually say "Lucky only la nothing one la!" but if you praise an american or a caucasian they would say" Thank You" There Is also a difference between SHOWING OFF and Accepting COMPLImENTS( did I put it correctly?) Showing-off is like this(for those who do not know the difference)" HAHA! I got full marks, very pro right!" While Accepting Compliments is just saying thank you and being TOO humble is also not good. In my opinion, I feel that what he(Melvin) said was absolutely true any Singaporean that is praised will just be humble while some may be TOo humble. I would like to follow what he says and just accept a compliment without being humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that he talked about was SELF-ESTEEM, VERY IMPORTANT thing. It is actually the confidence inside of you. He told us to accept who we are: even if we are fat, ugly, pretty, handsome, stupid(not really), short etc. If everyone was born the same, then would there be celebrities, models, or even people to govern our country. The answer is obviously NO because everyone is the same. If everyone was perfect, there would not be the phrase "Practise makes perfect" because everyone is JUST TOTALLY PERFECT. no flaw. NOTHING. If you can accept your flaws, you should do something about it(no offense) Eg. you are REALLY fat, like a SUMO Wrestler, then you should slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Discipline, it is about doing the things you do not like, but it BENEFITS you. Eg. If A hates studying and he is taking his PSLE this year, A must have Discipline, he should think like this " I only need to study about 10 months, then I can play. Play computer all daylong till I get sick of playing computer games. " If he thinks like this, he will be able to get good results and be able to play like "SIAO" after PSLE. It's just like killing 2 birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing to talk about, GOALS, they are important and are needed. Goals lead to startegy and then action and finally to failure( it's also called LEARNING EXPERIENCE) or SUCCESS. If the result is not what you wanted, fail, then you should change the strategy and make sure it is logical. There is an example , Edison. He tried many times but only after a 1000 times of trying and he finally invented the LIGHT BULB! If he did not invent it, we could be cavemens now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivational camp was inspiring and brought humour to our life. It really is useful. I can't wait for tomorrow. Oh no! 9.34 le must sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1126489546650016723?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1126489546650016723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1126489546650016723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1126489546650016723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1126489546650016723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-motivational-camp.html' title='Today&apos;s Motivational Camp'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-2913106095720547465</id><published>2008-03-14T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:06:37.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpiderWick Chronicles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after the session in school, my mum brought me to the Golden Village at Tampines Mall. We were watching the 11.50 show. Before the show started, my mum bought 2 burgers from McDonald's and we smugged them(burgers) in. There were a LOT of commercials before the show actually started. In my opinion, I do not think that the cinema staff should add in these commercials because it is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, when the movie started it was about and old man called Arthur Spiderwick. He was writing and illustrating a book about a place, it was filled with ogres, demons and brownies( not those that are meant to be eaten). Then, a family name the Graces moved into a house which was actually 'haunted' by a brownie. A boy named Jared Grace found a key in his kitchen drawer. He saw a 'elevator' and he deceides to go up into the attic to explore. I feel that he is very courageous as he does not know what is in the attic but he just goes into it. He goes into the attic and finds a brownie and the chest containing a book( Arthur Spiderwick's) there was a warning note on it but Jared was curious and since "curiousity kills the cat" he opens the book and sets free the ogres and the cheif ogre mulgareth. ( did I spell it correctly) Jared brother, Simon, gets captured by ogres but he cant see them. Jared attempts to rescue Simon and meets Hog something(forgot name), he spits onto Jared and allows him to see the ogres. Simon is being held captive in a cage. Mulgareth, the cheif ogre, orders simon to bring him Arthur Spiderwicks book. Simon agrees and Jared brings him home disallowing him to hand over the book as they would be destroyed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared visits his 'insane' aunt at a sanitarium and his aunt tells him the only way to destroy the book is by visiting the creator, Arthur spiderwick, Jared opens the book and summons Arthur's pet griffin. The griffin is very big, majestic and it is REALLY magnificent. The griffin glides and soars through the air like a rocket. It has a head of a bird and a body of a bird. The griffin brings them to Arthur and Jared's sister and brother get mezmerized by slyphs(magical creatures which sing a song that mezmerise people and eventually kill them). Arthur will no t destroy the book and sends Jared and his siblings back home. They prepare for the fight against Mulgareth and fill their oven with tomato sauce(burns ogres skin) and light a match, which eventually causes the BAGS of tomato sauce to EXPLODE burning all the ogres ecept the cheif. He transforms into Jared's divorced father and Jared see throughs the lie and STABS Mugareth. Mulgareth gets agitated and transform to ogre mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared lures Mulgareth to the roof and throws the book to the Hog, Mulgareth transform into a bird and snatches the bird but Hog guy(he loves to eat birds) eats Mulgareth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is quite interesting and there are some frightening scenes, it is rather like the show Monster House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-2913106095720547465?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2913106095720547465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=2913106095720547465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2913106095720547465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/2913106095720547465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/spiderwick-chronicles.html' title='SpiderWick Chronicles'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-857237179737632024</id><published>2008-03-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:41:19.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about today's lesson</title><content type='html'>Today, MC(miss chia) talked to us about oral and then there was the talk from the seniors invited by MC.&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the lesson, MC asked us if we read her blog entry yesterday- her latest blog entry. Only me and someone else(I didn't turn around to see) raised our hands. She told me to summarize what she put on her blog entry. At that point in time, I was quite speechless as I did not expect her to say that. I spoke what was in my head without using the organization chart MC tought us yesterday.  After I spoke a few sentences, MC asked me whether I used the organization chart and I said No I did not. I totally forgot about it until she asked me.  She also asked us if there was any method of answering oral and some of us said like there is a sequence e.g up down, left right, anti-clockwise, clockwise. And we must browse through the picture before speaking. MC told us that we must group the situations into : normal, 'happening' under happening wrong and consequence or cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there were 2 seniors who came in to class and told us what it was like for them during P6. The first senior's name was Bryan Foo, he is in secondary 3 at VS( victoria secondary) and he said that he has never forgot to do a piece of homework since Secondary 1 to Secondary 3. It is really quite impossible as he is also a human and no one is perfect. He showed us a  hand book that he uses to keep track of his homework or revision.Heuses a piece of paper and divides it into 2 columns,1 for home work and 1 for revision. once he has completed a piece of homework, he will strike it off. What's more, I can't believe he is a 6B student and he scored 254 FOR PSLE. IT REALLY is AMAZING.  He also shouted the command when I was in P3. There were also a few quotes i learned. I am also a person who HATES chinese as it is such a drag and my chinese teacher can go on scolding someone for the WHOLE lesson and her lessons are really BORING. And i really mean boring. I wonder who listens to her, I dont think that even Darryl who is so attentive in class listens and i shall say it once MORE that she is so boring in the way she teaches us chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd senior's name was Jonathan Ng. He was from 6A( I think) and he scored 258 or 259 for his PSLE. He used lots of quotations and analogies for his presentation and he even prepared speech cards on what to say to us.  I wonder why he likes chinese so much even though he speaks chinese at home and reads and listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I do not run like a man running aimlessly;i do not fight like a man beating the air; NO! I beat my body and make it my slave!&lt;br /&gt;2)ASK and be a fool for A MINUTE; NEVER ASK and be a fool FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably all there is for today's lesson. I appreciate MC coming to invite the seniors even though she has a sore throat and she risks the chance of recovering her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF BLOG@#$$(&amp;amp;!!:):(:"_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-857237179737632024?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/857237179737632024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=857237179737632024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/857237179737632024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/857237179737632024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-about-todays-lesson.html' title='All about today&apos;s lesson'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-742686355863959996</id><published>2008-03-12T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:11:22.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.lead.com.sg</title><content type='html'>Today, I was about to get started on the lead e- learning assignment. When i clicked login, the browser could not display the page and I only managed to complete the science and English work and I could not finish the Mathematics assignment. I wonder if my computer has a problem or does the lead server have a problem. Can Someone tell me the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on, I am quite contented with today's lesson as I have learnt quite a number of things. E.g Some facts on the oral, about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WISDOM &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and some more facts that I will state on later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly, the oral. It was quite shocking. Miss chia told us to number ourselves in our small groups of 3, 4 , 5 or maybe 6. I was number 3 in the group and 'suay'ily Miss Chia picked number 3. I was trembling with fear as I had not really wrote anything in my other columns except the opinion column.( did I spell column correctly?) I was first in the row and MC(miss chia) said that those that were standing up were either going to present or ask a question about the others presentation. i spoke about some stuff like : it was inconsiderate of Mr. Goh( inconsiderate person) to throw stuff like dog poo or bleach onto the Tan's clothing or objects. If they have any dispute, they should talk it out calmly and not resort to violence ( as stated in the article). And some more stuff that I spoke about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next, the uh... what's the topic. Oh ya, wisdom. Okay, MC talked a lot today, she said that we had to make an organization chart or something for oral. She said we had to grow something like a wisdom tree with fruits like experience and something else. She also asked us how to gather and grow wisdom. There were answers like life experience, process the things that people say, go home and think about what people have said, why did I do such a thing? All those type of stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;End of Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-742686355863959996?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/742686355863959996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=742686355863959996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/742686355863959996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/742686355863959996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/wwwleadcomsg.html' title='www.lead.com.sg'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-3891414076168125400</id><published>2008-03-12T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:43:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's lesson</title><content type='html'>WOW! Today's lesson was really enriching and fruitful. I woke up at 6.30 and i rushed to school in a hurry and i was amazed that i reached school early. I learned a few quotations like&lt;br /&gt;a)Recognizing my weakness is my strenght&lt;br /&gt;b)Knowing what i know is knowing what i don't know&lt;br /&gt;and a few more but I have no time to state them down.&lt;br /&gt;I have limited time to use the computer today.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we should have more of those lessons that we had today, because it is really knowlegable and I learnt how to write good compositions and I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-3891414076168125400?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3891414076168125400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=3891414076168125400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3891414076168125400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/3891414076168125400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-lesson.html' title='Today&apos;s lesson'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-625174836036988520</id><published>2008-03-12T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T04:49:20.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect brainstorming</title><content type='html'>Today, Miss Koh asked all the P6 prefects and some P5 prefects to meet her for a brainstorming session. We had to resolve problems like about people who wear ankle socks and their fringes are messy for girls.( I don't know if I spelled fringe correctly) after the tiring brainstorming session, Miss Koh brought us to the nearby KFC in eastpoint to eat a scrumptuos meal and nicholas ng gave me one of his chicken wings. Me, Melvin and Joel Chan pooled our money together and bought the cheesy fries. We also had a competition to see who could eat the fastest. It was a great and fruitful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-625174836036988520?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/625174836036988520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=625174836036988520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/625174836036988520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/625174836036988520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/prefect-brainstorming.html' title='Prefect brainstorming'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5223615184989863303</id><published>2008-03-11T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:30:55.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather these few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It has been a hassle just going around as the weather is so bad, it keeps raining nearly everyday and if I forget to bring an umbrella, I have to either get drenched or wait at a nearby shelter. I suppose there are also some good points like the weather is usually cooling and not very hot. I wish that the weather will not rain everyday but it is better than having sun the whole day round i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5223615184989863303?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5223615184989863303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5223615184989863303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5223615184989863303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5223615184989863303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/weather-these-few-days.html' title='The weather these few days'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-150717018959311155</id><published>2008-03-08T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:15:26.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Group! 1st meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It was a great meeting, we did lots of things. Today, Jonathan Ho did not come and we all agreed that if he did not come for the 2nd meeting we would kick him out. Nicholas Lam said he say Jonathan Ho at his void deck reading a book and he said he could not come for the group meeting. In my opinion, it was  We managed to complete the vocabulary assessment and the grammar 1000. I hope that what I said was sensible and  I really do not want to kick anyone out of the group. But I will do that if he leaves me no choice. Studying as a group to me, was quite fun and it was not as hard as studying alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;End of BLOGGG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-150717018959311155?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/150717018959311155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=150717018959311155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/150717018959311155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/150717018959311155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/study-group-1st-meeting.html' title='Study Group! 1st meeting'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1090308134362757707</id><published>2008-03-08T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:04:18.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cursor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Cursors"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img  alt="Cursors"  src="/content/loghi/logo1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;body style="cursor:url('http://media.bigoo.ws/content/cursor/sword/sword_2.cur')"&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDUwMTc*NTM1MTUmcD*yMDMyMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1090308134362757707?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1090308134362757707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1090308134362757707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1090308134362757707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1090308134362757707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-cursor.html' title='My cursor'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-9062779391316085741</id><published>2008-03-08T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T06:37:57.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have changed my link</title><content type='html'>Now my current link is ak-47andrew.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send it to every1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-9062779391316085741?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9062779391316085741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=9062779391316085741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/9062779391316085741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/9062779391316085741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-changed-my-link.html' title='I have changed my link'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1659394027518678930</id><published>2008-03-07T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T04:02:13.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Parents</title><content type='html'>I am wonderring what will my teacher say to the parents.... What will our parents say to the teacher? Why am i blogging this?  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1659394027518678930?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1659394027518678930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1659394027518678930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1659394027518678930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1659394027518678930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-parents.html' title='Meet the Parents'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1667340485164504121</id><published>2008-03-06T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:45:22.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on CA1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;I am quite disappointed about my results for my CA1 as I had expected to get more than what I did, I definitely did not meet my targets which I put in my inspirational file. For my English, I was quite contented but I wish to score more for my Comprehension Open-Ended as I only had 13.5. For Mathematics, I was very disappointed and I expected to get at least a high A and not a low A as that was my target and I usually scored 85 marks and above. My Mother Tongue was ok and I met my target of 75 marks, I was lucky that my composition pulled my marks up when my paper 2 did quite badly. For my Science, I was very very very disappointed, I had expected to get more than 85 as I always do but the mark of 73.5 left me speechless. I thought that I was dreaming as it was so badly done. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have decided to draw up a timetable to manage my time and I will try to work harder for all my subjects by following the timetable. I hope that being in a study group will help to boost my knowledge and marks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As well as how I can handle the 'stress' for PSLE. (I have not felt any stress so far.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1667340485164504121?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1667340485164504121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1667340485164504121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1667340485164504121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1667340485164504121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflection-on-ca1.html' title='Reflection on CA1'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-8059358549571853385</id><published>2008-02-20T01:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:16:00.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fool VS THE WISE!</title><content type='html'>To me, i know that everyone will not say that they are a fool. Usually, people will say that they are wise. It's all about 'face', they would not like to disgrace themselves, even i myself will not say that i am a FOOL. I feel that those who can say that they are fools, i do not know if i should clap or cry. Since, to say that one is a fool it is quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all i have to say for now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-8059358549571853385?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8059358549571853385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=8059358549571853385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8059358549571853385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/8059358549571853385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/fool-vs-wise.html' title='The fool VS THE WISE!'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5732279694131049216</id><published>2008-02-15T04:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T04:04:21.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>U can't live with em. U can't live without em. Who created dogs? was it GOD? was it Humans? or did they just come out of nowhere? someone pls reply me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5732279694131049216?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5732279694131049216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5732279694131049216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5732279694131049216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5732279694131049216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-5646609952072085418</id><published>2008-02-13T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:08:58.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INJECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it! Injection! I know that it is for our own good but i absolutely DETEST it! People are forced to have injections whether they like it or not. Even dogs have injections. Lemme describe to you the pain i endured. the first needle, they plunged it into my right arm, it was ok! not intolerable BUT the 2nd needle was pain. Excruciating pain. The nurse plunged in the needle and injected the liquid it felt as though a tiger was ripping off my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: INJECTION SUX! AK SIGnING Off bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-5646609952072085418?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5646609952072085418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=5646609952072085418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5646609952072085418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/5646609952072085418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/injectio.html' title='INJECTION'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-7435838804347199554</id><published>2008-02-13T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:42:11.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>Hi all! I have added a poll to my blog pls come vote for it! thanks! AK signing off bb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-7435838804347199554?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7435838804347199554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=7435838804347199554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7435838804347199554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/7435838804347199554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-1316871158642031936</id><published>2008-02-13T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:41:23.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CA1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm..... i wonder what CA1 will be like? would i do badly? would i pass with flying colours? This is the main reason why i hate exams. The future is unpredictable and you never know what could happen. Children are FORCED TO do it, everyone says: " oh it's for your own good!" Sheesh  People don't even know what our opinions are and they force us to do it. Some children even commit suicide becuz of exam. Get the message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I hate exams! T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ó me they waste my time even thought they help us by improving our knowledge. AK signing off bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-1316871158642031936?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1316871158642031936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=1316871158642031936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1316871158642031936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/1316871158642031936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/ca1.html' title='CA1'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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-6914437565429066013.post-6581627326859679059</id><published>2008-02-01T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:48:09.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone tell me Miss Chia's Link</title><content type='html'>hi can anyone tell me Ms Chia's Link and how to add a chat box?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914437565429066013-6581627326859679059?l=ak-47andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6581627326859679059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914437565429066013&amp;postID=6581627326859679059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/6581627326859679059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914437565429066013/posts/default/6581627326859679059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ak-47andrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-3rd-song.html' title='Can someone tell me Miss Chia&apos;s Link'/><author><name>AK-47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333651635933844495</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>
