<?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-36820558</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:39:07.043+08:00</updated><category term='Hectic Day'/><title type='text'>Rocky Road of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36820558.post-5748523882609091358</id><published>2009-07-21T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:25:16.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow this is like eons since I last posted. I am kinda sleepy right now but when I have time I will definitely post my travelogue about Japan- Tokyo and Kyoto so stay tuned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the most happening thing today was of course the "inter-period hug" for Michelle! haha I always give her loads of hugs a day! The Chem teacher was giving me this huh? face when I hugged Michelle. Or maybe she just wants a hug too!! Okay never mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming! Thought it was gonna be the best bday ever until I thought of the homemwork and PTs and SAs and I felt sleepy again. Nope exams bad bdays good. I should start publicising my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5748523882609091358?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5748523882609091358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5748523882609091358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5748523882609091358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5748523882609091358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-this-is-like-eons-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4009963156276168298</id><published>2009-02-10T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:32:47.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from a long hiatus. Suddenly felt like I should rant n rave to someone. I had a bad fall yesterday during track coz I am doing alternate leg which means left and right n vice versa. Mag blames the 2 popsicles and wintermelon tea for the undernourishment which led to bad balance n power which ended up with Mag getting hurt. Boo hoo hoo. I love my friends who asked how was I. Muacks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Friendship Day, I collected 13 stickers! Yippee! ZiYu gave me one so I could have 1 more sticker than Amanda! teeheehee. The stickers are still on my pinafore. Ooops mum is so gonna kill me coz my room is in a state of total disorder! Tidyness was never my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still did PE today and survived even though my wounds were watery n pretty gross. The General Office woman thought I was playing fool and wasting gauze which other people needed more than I. Yi Xian asked me very loudly why she was pissed at me in front of her very nose. That's mebbe why she got more pissed when I wanted another gauze! she was always rather kind to me except today mebbe due to unstatable issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to Chemistry tomorrow! Mag will not be a disaster again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4009963156276168298?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4009963156276168298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4009963156276168298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4009963156276168298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4009963156276168298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-back-from-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7332365278657694980</id><published>2008-09-22T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:08:34.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am finally updating and it isn't exactly very pleasant. I have a control freak at home and he prevents me from going camp coz there are guys and he thinks it is too early. Like hello? Guys and gals live in separate bunks so his worries are unfounded. He is just using this as a front to prevent me from having freedom and making friends. Everything I do I have to seek his permission. This is an outright violation of human rights. It's only a church camp and he doesn't let me go. I think I will go mad if I continue residing with a mad men. No MSN. No handphone. No games. Nothing. Even Jing Long was surprised that I don't have a handphone. He is making me into a total nerd-freak like himself. A recluse who is obsessed with ordering people how to live their lives. I yelled at him yesterday that if he doesn't agree to let me go camp, I won't be talking to him. I hope it gets into his head that everyone needs freedom and he is depriving the whole family of their autonomy. I have decided to save up for a handphone and inform him about it when I have gotten enough money. Mummy wanted to buy me one last year but he refused. I am pissed off and I won't relent and agree not to go because it will show hwo weak I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7332365278657694980?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7332365278657694980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7332365278657694980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7332365278657694980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7332365278657694980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-finally-updating-and-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-824159860372168312</id><published>2008-08-26T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:25:43.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piano was okay today just that my teacher had a long face and gave a sarcastic excuse for talking to a parent for so long on the phone. I igonored her comments so that was her first and last idiotic comment. Harh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math AA was smashing. I left English PT. Piece of cake! I have an inspiration for a poem. I can only reveal that it is something to do with love and salted caramel. It's up to your creativity to guess how this two things are connected. Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-824159860372168312?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/824159860372168312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=824159860372168312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/824159860372168312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/824159860372168312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/piano-was-okay-today-just-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7588043049944827833</id><published>2008-08-20T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:58:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy has got a job at UOB. YAY! YAY! Mummy can do it! I think I must start savouring homecooked food for the next two weeks. Sobsob... There will be no one to wake me up at 6am and turn on the lights to flood my room in bright lights. Humph it's time for sam and I to be independent lil' kids. The SVP interviewed mum today and she concluded the interview saying,'Welcome Onboard'. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have decided to change music teacher due to some irreconcilable differences(like what they say in divorces). I can't take all her nonsense. Last year, she kept calling mum and complaining that my scales were lousy and I could only get a pass if the examiner was lenient. But I proved her wrpng by getting distinction. She hasn't got eyes for talent indeed. I must get distinction again and shut her up. This year she hasn't really scolded me for being lousy after she knew I could do well somehow. MAG must practise scales everyday!!! LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. This is a appeggio. heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7588043049944827833?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7588043049944827833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7588043049944827833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7588043049944827833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7588043049944827833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/mummy-has-got-job-at-uob.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2131444301633054022</id><published>2008-08-19T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:05:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/SKq1RCtZyVI/AAAAAAAAACg/IXjCyRlUe7Q/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/SKq1RCtZyVI/AAAAAAAAACg/IXjCyRlUe7Q/s320/063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236196821161331026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/SKq07n_nI3I/AAAAAAAAACY/_KEgYw17ku8/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/SKq07n_nI3I/AAAAAAAAACY/_KEgYw17ku8/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236196453212693362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/SKq0iK4zdrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FdzCkRO9aGw/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/SKq0iK4zdrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FdzCkRO9aGw/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236196015902783154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2131444301633054022?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2131444301633054022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2131444301633054022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2131444301633054022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2131444301633054022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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/_QoTILGMQlmg/SKq1RCtZyVI/AAAAAAAAACg/IXjCyRlUe7Q/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36820558.post-18858028788315717</id><published>2008-08-19T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:52:49.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey I am here to share some boh liao stuff that I did in class. Jean and I hummed tunes to each other and we were supposed to guess the title of the song. ha that was so fun kays? During tutty frutty's lesson yesterday, I was so entertained. He wrote 'there is a time for everything' on the board. He elaborated that there is a time to talk, and a time to keep quiet, a time to have a boyfriend and a time not to have a boyfriend and the funniest was that there was a time to get pregnant. HAHAHA. I was laughing so hard that I nearly fell off the chair. Tutty frutty had a hard time keeping the class quiet so he kept hushing us with a spit of saliva everytime. He complained that we were too noisy and said that we should keep quiet until he asked us to talk. We were rolling our eyes like throughout his whole lesson coz he is so weird and comical unintentionally. His lesson about yucky pea juice was exceptionally boring but the jokes he cracked made up for it. I can’t wait for his lesson so I can have laughter therapy. Hohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-18858028788315717?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/18858028788315717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=18858028788315717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/18858028788315717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/18858028788315717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-i-am-here-to-share-some-boh-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-5983782578213888102</id><published>2008-08-13T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:31:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harh my dreams are dashed. Esther and I were still hoping that the new Science teacher would be a hunk but I am definitely sure that my expectations are not met. Oh boy tutty frutty is so obiang. He has a pint sized body and a complexion that would put a steamed chicken to shame. (Courtesy of Jean). AAAH. My group spent the whole lesson discussing and poking fun about tutty frutty. NOOO. Life couldn’t get anymore terrible. Oh how am I ever gonna survive Science. Ms Hsiesh or Ms Siu is a thousand times better please. Absence certainly makes the heart grow fonder. &lt;br /&gt;I did quite well for Lit quiz! Yay! But Chinese Pt cum oral went terrible. Jean can attest to that. I sounded like a broken tape recorder and I agree totally with Jean. Mebbe a 3.2 or 3.6 would be a miracle if Xie lao shi is kind hearted enough. Boo hoo. Ok MAG. Forget Chinese oral. Next up is History and English oral. Hey jiayou everyone!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S GO LI JIA WEI!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5983782578213888102?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5983782578213888102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5983782578213888102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5983782578213888102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5983782578213888102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/harh-my-dreams-are-dashed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7696366597514041086</id><published>2008-08-05T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:37:20.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an eventful day indeed. At piano lesson, my teacher coerced me to join the piano concert and play the piano part of a major item. Aaah. I am so gonna freak out. Ms Ong (piano school principal not the one you know) was looking for someone to play the piano for ‘Spanish Garden’ along with some other students of hers who were gonna play the cello, violin, viola and string bass. It happened that I came unluckilt at that time when they were discussing who was suitable to play that part as they needed someone who had steady hands and wouldn’t lose beat half way due to nervousness. My piano teacher, who is forever proud of her students, announced to everyone present that I HAD to play that part. It was not a request but an order. She thrust the music score into my hands and proclaimed to Ms Ong that the dilemma was settled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not all. She made me sing some ‘jelly bean on the pan’ baby song just to entertain herself. Bah.  Something about peanut butter jelly and oogly baby rhymes. All of a sudden she remembered that she had me in mind for the emcee so forced me to write down my name and sign it under ‘volunteer duties’. Well, since when did I volunteer to be 1.  Matchmaked with some guy I dunno who is gonna be the emcee with me 2. A frilly-frocked, demure little girl who is gonna announce every item for the performance??? My goodness! The mere thought of having to wear a white LONG dress is enough to make me drop dead. I suggested that I could wear my new, long white top with pretty silver sequins and my coffee coloured skirt. My dear teacher insisted on a white dress or a white top and black skirt. ARGH. What on earth did I get myself too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher is certainly a master at making me stressed. She got Ms Ong to sit in for my lesson and Ms Ong was listening to my horrid Sonata in A with trills that had 3 notes instead of 4, Gigue that was played in 3/4 instead of 6/8 and Burlesque that drove everyone mad not only because it was a crazy song itself but also because I kept playing wrong notes. My teacher is so driving me nuts. Can I scream???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSL interview went well and it was better than I expected. I hope for a pleasant response. Dummy was in the holding room with me and she kept giving me dirty looks. She frowned at anyone who made noise. Humph. The interview was held in a group and there were 2 other girls whom I do not know. I was a little nervous at first but soon gained confidence after the first question. My answers were much shorter than the rest coz I tried to answer to the point. Mrs Wee was one of the interviewees and she was nice to me. Yay. MAG is happy. Whoo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7696366597514041086?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7696366597514041086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7696366597514041086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7696366597514041086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7696366597514041086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-eventful-day-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-5886171383263183516</id><published>2008-08-04T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:20:59.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAH I just finished my Science Chromatography SPA and I didn't bring a ruler and did not have enough time to complete my analysis and conclusion. Nooo. Luckily Nadra lent me her ruler or else I would have just failed. BAH. Mag has such a big pencil case but does not have a ruler. How ironic that is. This week is bursting with exams and pre-exam stuff. Thursday there is a Literature quiz. Oh No. How can anyone remember all the insults hurled between Antonio and Shylock? I can only remember 'pork-eating Christian', 'cut-throat dog', 'cur' and 'misbeliever'. Oh No. I am awfully behind time in my History preparation. Stop playing com MAG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5886171383263183516?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5886171383263183516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5886171383263183516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5886171383263183516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5886171383263183516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/aaah-i-just-finished-my-science.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2836913554666920084</id><published>2008-08-02T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:04:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday post is 2 days late coz there was some probs with my blogskin. I changed it now but I still like the flower power one alot. Boo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Marriott Hotel for a surprise birthday dinner thrown by pa. The spread was smashing and I think the dessert chef baked the macaroons specially for me. Not many places sell macaroons. There was black pepper crab which was finger licking good and other yummy stuff like raspberry jam crumble. Yummy. Mum told the waitress that it was my birthday so the waitress brought me a slice of raspberry ivory cake with a birthday choc on it plus a bright red candle. My favourite colour! AAAH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think there is no need to tell you my birthday wish coz you and I know it. HARHS. My nice little classmates gave me a hug each including Zen, Valerie and Celine the bunny. I was so surprised that Mala remebered my birthday!! My dear ex-lab partner. Jean informed me that Mala remebered Harry Potter's bday and therfore she remembered mine. Hoho. I really dunno what to write. But anyway, thanks to all my lovely friends. I feel touched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2836913554666920084?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2836913554666920084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2836913554666920084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2836913554666920084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2836913554666920084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday-post-is-2-days-late-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4880467038279307575</id><published>2008-07-23T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:17:40.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lessons were extremely boring today starting with Geography(groan), English and English Literature. Geography has become a time of fun and laughter for the two girls sitting at the right wing of the class. Esther made an origami paper lily and crane and she created a stupid show-and-tell with the two items. The story went like this: The crane went to drink the nectar in the flower and fell into it and drowned. Well normal kids wouldn't find that funny buy Esther nearly fell off the chair laughing. I took this optometrist's like thingo for checking your eyesight and looked around the class saying "I spy everyone". And the teacher, thinking I was outa my mind so she asked me some thingo about afforestation. I didn't know what in the world was going on coz as you know I was blowing kisses about, and laughing at random things. So I laughed so hard when she called my name. That's so freaky. She knows my name!!! AAAAAAAH. This is bad. Seriously. Celine was shaking her head at me like an old grandmama and some people laughed coz I looked like a blur sotong. I anyhow told her what afforestation is and it kinda satisfied her so she didn't bug me for the rest of the lesson with stares and dirty looks as if she was handling a slimy frog. Well I managed to guess what she asked correctly although I didn't know what the thingamagoo she was talking about. Agenda 21 and protecting biodiversity is SO NOT INTERESTING. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was quite dry today except for the part when Inez and Esther acted out the clamourous smacky kiss. Ms Ong wanted to know what we were thinking when we thought of the word clamourous kiss. So she made someone act it out. There was a roar of laughter as she tried to make obscene things sound PG for Ms Ong's benefit. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Tomorrow there is art class. Does anyone know what to bring?? I think drawing pencils and drawing block will do. Oh I feel like a lazy bag of bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4880467038279307575?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4880467038279307575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4880467038279307575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4880467038279307575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4880467038279307575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-were-extremely-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-587758342893547328</id><published>2008-07-19T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:50:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was teaching mum to be a punk rocker before dinner when she was stirring the meat balls. I was saying “Yeah Yeah Woah Oh!” from ‘Happy Birthday’ by Click Five so I taught it to her. It was very funny coz she tried to go low and ended up like a bull dog on the warpath. Hoho. &lt;br /&gt;Yays I finished my History project!!  Yeah yeah! woah oh! I forgot to mention that my desktop roke down and was sent for repair this morning and my Science Investigative Project is saved inside it!! Oh no!! I am seriously down on my luck. But luckily I printed out all the stuff for my History project. So well, phew!! I am missing my Motocross Urban Fever Game without the desktop coz pa’s laptop does not have shockwave player. Sigh. Stupid me completed all the levels in Motocross Urban Fever and forgot to click the high scores. Boo! Tata for now. I am gonna play Extreme Pamplona on Miniclip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-587758342893547328?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/587758342893547328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=587758342893547328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/587758342893547328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/587758342893547328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-teaching-mum-to-be-punk-rocker.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3353014669910069132</id><published>2008-07-09T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:36:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously had a déjà vu that I will see Tay Yu Shan soon and I did. She came back to school today and ZiYu saw her mouth extend into a smile when she saw her. ZiYu has a funny demo on it. Tay Yu Shan is darker than ever but her hair is longer now. I was eating my super hard fried rice when ZiYu ran and grabbed my arm from the back, screaming hysterically “Oh my god! Oh my god!!It’s Tay Yu Shan, It’s Tay Yu Shan!” before I could respond she dragged me to the back of the canteen near the mini-amphi and shouted “she’s there!” I was blocked by the pillars so I shouted “where is Tay Yu Shan?” I dunno why but Tay Yu Shan appeared freakily in front of us and I practically shouted “where is Tay Yu Shan?” in Tay Yu Shan’s face. Like that’s so weird coz I just shouted someone’s full name in front of the person. I felt rather dumb to see her and run off like a startled mole. ZiYu ran after me but I didn’t see her so we looked even more dumb. I think Tay Yu Shan must be wondering why everyone freaks out when they see her. Haha. I don’t know the answer too. But I guess I don’t know what to say. Gee too much adventure for a day. If people didn’t know who Tay Yu Shan was, they probably thought she was some kind of starlet who deserves a red carpet treatment. Hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3353014669910069132?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3353014669910069132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3353014669910069132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3353014669910069132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3353014669910069132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-seriously-had-dj-vu-that-i-will-see.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3838436765967553639</id><published>2008-07-04T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:18:17.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yipppeee I got a new p.B for triple which is 9.31m. I improved alot from my previous p.b of 8.89m. I exceeded Ms Yu's expectation of &lt;br /&gt;9m. I didn't feel very nervous at all and felt well prepared. I didn't overeat either, phew!! I could have gobbled Esther's and Kim's lunch but no I didn't. How can anyone feel full after eating half a box of char siew rice??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna check my results now. Keep your fingers crossed. Deep breathing is encouraged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3838436765967553639?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3838436765967553639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3838436765967553639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3838436765967553639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3838436765967553639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/07/yipppeee-i-got-new-p.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-8461051696928254472</id><published>2008-07-02T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:37:04.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have thought it through. I don't need to be 1.65m to be the perfect gal. I am gonna be contented being 1.6m and wear heels for the rest of my life. Anyway, heels make a girl. Haha. Well, I always seem to update when HE causes my passions to be confused. Oh bless my soul. Why must everything so complicated?? It is not surprising that another girl has caught his eye. After all, we haven't chatted with each other since Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet and romantic tragedies occur. Well, my tragedy is slightly different in that our feelings aren't mutual so I have to suffer at the hands of love.  No wonder this few days I had an obsession with '伯樂' by Yoga Lin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but actually, loving a person in itself is a sort of joy. So he doesn't need to love me in order for me to be happy. But of course, that would be my biggest birthday wish which he can never fulfill coz he doesn't even know my birthday is &lt;br /&gt;31st July. It isn't illegal to like someone secretly, or is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the bittersweet nature of love is immensely annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-8461051696928254472?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/8461051696928254472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=8461051696928254472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8461051696928254472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8461051696928254472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-thought-it-through.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7740067783479938060</id><published>2008-06-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:42:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All in a day’s work. I finally get some time to update my dear fans(no puking please) about my fabulous life. I think life cannot get any better with Esther sitting next to me. We were playing drums with ZIG markers during English class, doing a quirky Egyptian dance to ‘Summer Love’ and other wacky stuff that only happened when Esther and Mag is put together. The Suite Life would be the perfect description of my current seating arrangement. ZiYu luckily changed seat so she can afford to misbehave a little. Hohoho. The law abider was staring at Esther and I coz we were giggling about some random thing. Haha. Today was one of the rare days which I fall asleep in Math coz Math is wonderful. We got to eat in Math class coz it was 4 blocks straight after recess without any breaks. I had a lucky nugget left from recess so I flaunted it to Jing Han and Yu Fei who were seating behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha Yuan was fun I learnt a lot like how to hold a kettle of hot water. I only managed to warm the cups with the water but it was fun nevertheless. I got to eat a tea egg coz I didn’t eat one in Taiwan although every street there was a tea egg store. Sorry for the late pics but I am not done yet. I will try even with the enormous amount of Performance Tasks and Geography research. Oh bother deforestation. I rather deforest my hair that study deforestation. Oops there is no link!! This goes to show that I am really sleepy. Groan. Moan. Yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7740067783479938060?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7740067783479938060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7740067783479938060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7740067783479938060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7740067783479938060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-in-days-work.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2556967833346798778</id><published>2008-06-23T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:33:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update for my long and triple jump career. Sat's long jump was bad. I didn't cross 3.8m at all. Actually the 3rd jump crossed but the official had parallax error and refused to go over to measure it. I wanna growl at her. She's very blur. A girl jumped 3.98m but she said 5.98m, which is impossible for normal girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple jump was better. I have a new PB of 8.89m. Yayness! My legs hurt now. I can't stand properly without falling over. Save me!!! Ms Yu says I have not enough training. AAAHHH... Nats is coming. I needa improve a long list of things. 1. run up- I must not take too small steps before the board 2. I must have confidence in long jump 3. I must flick my body back after the step in triple jump 4. I must eat low fat food excluding subway cookies(heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sooth I know not why my heart is troubled. Oh I have never heard a passion more strange, outrageous and variable!! I keep asking myself the same question, loves me, loves me not. Hmmm... if he just said something enlightening to me. Well till then I will walk alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I lapsed into a emo mood. On a lighter side, I was mistaken for a bing lang mei in Taiwan and ZYMJ died of the mere thought of me being a hot babe selling nutmegs in Taiwan!!! Jean nearly choked. hohohoho. I am burning hot. pssst. ahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2556967833346798778?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2556967833346798778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2556967833346798778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2556967833346798778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2556967833346798778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-for-my-long-and-triple-jump.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4345180446242406740</id><published>2008-06-20T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:11:56.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humph school is in again and I am dead tired as usual. I haven’t been able to post about my Taiwan Holiday coz I was too lazy. Taiwan is mostly car repair shops in the outskirts and sometimes even the city, but the city is bustling with activity at night when the night markets open. Shihlin Food street was disappointing with many small stalls selling fruit ice blenders, the giant chicken cutlet and smelly tofu. The market was dirty and there were no proper seating area for general use. So we went to the next street and ate a set dinner which eventually caused me to have food poisoning. The milk tea was the suspected culprit. I had 3 cups of milk tea with pearls in 2 days and that is my current record for milk tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best night market for shopping was in FongJia in Taichung. Most shoes were only about NT250 which is about SGD12.50. Haha. Unfortunately, my feet has too common a size so the 3 pairs I liked had no more size. Taiwanese ladies have really small feet and some designs of shoes only had a max size of 24. I bought a shirt with a cute giraffe made of ‘fake fur’ for NT150!! It was a push cart and it was apparently illegal coz the push cart disappeared after we went for dessert coz the police came to raid the area. Haha. Ain’t I lucky?? I managed to get a short white jacket to match the black giraffe shirt. I am so in love with shopping!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit Fo Kuang Shan to see the Buddhist relics and the 3 giant statues of Buddha. Fo Kuang Shan is made up of 5 small mountains. The statues were made of gold and glimmered in the candle light in the temple. One small mountain was lined with Buddha in different poses. Well I struck a pose next to Buddha too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload more pictures and give a short commentary on the sights and sounds of Taiwan so you will definitely wish you could go there (with me!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to say that I was mistaken for a Taiwanese in Kaohshiung city until I spoke a smattering of English. Haha. Oh and a Japanese lady in ChinaTrust Hotel asked me genially in Japanese whether I came from Japan. So I replied her in English and told her I am from Singapore and she laughed. Hohoho. Hmm I sure have many nationalities coz even the nasi lemak stall keeper in republic food court mistook me for a kid from Hong Kong. This is getting weirder by the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst I am blogging in the school library during Physics free block coz the teacher didn’t come again. Heee life cannot be getting any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I had a new P.B for triple jump which is 8.78m. But my long jump is screwed. I hope I can do better for Saturday and Sunday’s Nat Juniors. Jia you MAG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4345180446242406740?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4345180446242406740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4345180446242406740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4345180446242406740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4345180446242406740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/06/humph-school-is-in-again-and-i-am-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3042689001185954223</id><published>2008-05-28T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:21:19.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earth to Magdalene!! My head has been in the clouds for the whole day and the whole training was spent moping on my complicated affairs of the heart. Well mebbe it's just me thinking to much. I did the medicine ball exercise 20 times instead of ten and Esther complained that I was stoning when I was supposed to catch the ball from her. I have pinched myself and esther kindly slapped me but I am still a little in a daze and my mind can't focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking too much of him that's why he appeared at the bus-stop and got on the same bus as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down next to me but that seat was wet and I apologized on behalf of my umbrella. He didn’t seem to mind it though. I didn’t know what came over me but I noticed that I shifted myself to the right so I was seating slanted away from him. My mind and body are contradicting one another. Why?? I feel like Lucy Honeychurch in A Room with a View when she likes George Emerson yet protests violently against her heart’s desires. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation was very weird. I told him I was going for training and he said he just finished training. I inquired whether his CCA was tennis or cycling. He said he used to be in tennis and his training is 5 times a week. I grinned and told him that mine was only 3 times a week. He then asked what events I did but he answered his own question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was surprised when I said that I hadn’t seen him for a long time. He went “What do you mean?” It is certainly strange. He was astonished upon knowing that I attend 10.30 Sanctuary. That was how the conversation led to my age. Of all things he forgot my age!! Hmm… I think it’s me I look like an old hag unlike my age. Nevertheless I am still gonna stay up and watch my Healing Hands 3 coz I suddenly feel like Sarah and I are in the same boat. Unrequited love seems like a common problem among modern ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation came to an abrupt end when I said I was getting off at Dover Station. He seemed to wish I didn’t have to get off so early from his question “Who is getting off, you?” I am sorry. It’s my imagination working overtime. Oh but how I wish that he would do something. I was expecting something but I am disappointed. Esther, the sicko, thought that I wanted some disgusting thingo which I should not mention, me being a prude. I guess everything now belongs to a world of fantasy and I shall resign to be Sarah and die of loneliness. Oops this is overly emotional. As usual, it’s just me being truthful and helplessly cheesy. Tada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the English background song from Healing Hands 3 that I am hopelessly in love with. It seems like the appropriate song to play in my head given my situation. They always play this song when Francis, Sarah or Anson are pondering over their relationships. ( I love Francis' character. Strong on the outside and a big softie on the inside. Like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter whom you are with &lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter where you are going &lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know I’m still waiting here for you &lt;br /&gt;And pray for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sunny days, Sun will light your day &lt;br /&gt;In the windy days, when will we go away? &lt;br /&gt;I have to say, you’re my treasured moments &lt;br /&gt;Never gonna walk away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rainy days, rains will share my tears &lt;br /&gt;In the stormy days, storms will steal my pain &lt;br /&gt;Just go your way and leave things all behind &lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretending you're mine &lt;br /&gt;I’m wishing you’ll be fine &lt;br /&gt;The moments we share never die &lt;br /&gt;You’ve made a difference to my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3042689001185954223?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3042689001185954223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3042689001185954223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3042689001185954223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3042689001185954223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/earth-to-magdalene-my-head-has-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2039023472958328247</id><published>2008-05-27T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:33:13.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai ya I got saboed again to take a quiz. Being good-natured, I shall oblige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the 20 people you can think of right now.Don't read the questions till you named the 20 people. At the end of this, choose 5 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 ZiYu (Jie!!)&lt;br /&gt;#2 Yu Fei (coz she saboed me to do this)&lt;br /&gt;#3 Jean (twinny!)&lt;br /&gt;#4 Sher Meen (confidant)&lt;br /&gt;#5 Kimberly (cute junior)&lt;br /&gt;#6 Jia Yu (long legged triple jumper)&lt;br /&gt;#7 Rebecca (glam jumper)&lt;br /&gt;#8 Wei En (crappy dude)&lt;br /&gt;#9 He Min (fellow funnybone)&lt;br /&gt;#10 Esther (abambooway)&lt;br /&gt;#11 Jesslyn (chicken tail!)&lt;br /&gt;#12 Ms Yu (tall coach)&lt;br /&gt;#13 Christina (god mortal)&lt;br /&gt;#14 Natalie Goh (cell friend)&lt;br /&gt;#15 Dominic (brightens up cell group)&lt;br /&gt;#16 Thomas (weird joke cracker)&lt;br /&gt;#17 Ian Tatt (the strawberry tart)&lt;br /&gt;#18 Celine (fluffy rabbit)&lt;br /&gt;#19 Nicole (band member)&lt;br /&gt;#20 Symone (who reminds me of James Blunt’s ‘1973’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you met 14(Natalie Goh)?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... mebbe cell group or church camp... I have a poor memory for details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you don't meet 1(Zi Yu)?&lt;br /&gt;-I will have one less good friend. sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if 9(Hemin) and 20 (Symone) dated?&lt;br /&gt;-I can’t imagine. But mebbe it’s possible coz both have common interests eg. track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will 6 (Jia Yu) and 17 (Ian Tatt) date?&lt;br /&gt;- eww no disgusting Ian Tatt will go red in the face&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3 (Jean).&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm. Taller than me, good in aesthetics, has yummy food all the time and fellow gourmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 8(Wei En) attractive?&lt;br /&gt;-Well, I think I have good taste at least&lt;br /&gt; Decribe 7 (Rebecca).&lt;br /&gt;- Tall, tan, pink specs, friendly and humorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know any of 12 (Ms Yu)'s family?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup Mr Ng the throw coach lor!&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if 18 (Celine) broke up?&lt;br /&gt;- Me and her have never started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 (Dominic) speak?&lt;br /&gt;-English, Chinese Tamil not possible...&lt;br /&gt; Who is 9 (He Min) going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha she is not into guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 (Thomas)?&lt;br /&gt;- 14 years old, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spoke to 13 (Christina)?&lt;br /&gt;- During netball trials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 (Yu Fei)'s fav singer/band?&lt;br /&gt;-Plain White T’s perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever like 4 (Sher Meen)?&lt;br /&gt;-definitely she is small and cute and cuddly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever date 1 (Zi Yu)?&lt;br /&gt;- Gosh no! So scandalous! I have other people in mind. Besides I like guys NOT gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 single (Nicole)?&lt;br /&gt;- She got to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10 (Esther)'s last name?&lt;br /&gt;- Cheriyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever be in a relationship with 11 (Jesslyn)?&lt;br /&gt;- No way never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the school of 3 (Jean)?&lt;br /&gt;- RGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do 6 (Jia Yu) lives?&lt;br /&gt;- Bishan and the sand pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite thing about 5 (Kimberly)?&lt;br /&gt;- She is fun loving and cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I sabo to take the quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;2. Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;3. He Min&lt;br /&gt;4. Jesslyn&lt;br /&gt;5. Sher Meen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2039023472958328247?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2039023472958328247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2039023472958328247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2039023472958328247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2039023472958328247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/hai-ya-i-got-saboed-again-to-take-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7273715960493057066</id><published>2008-05-23T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:41:03.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Ziyu this is my answer to your quiz. You are sure one authoritative person eh. Peeps MUST respond to the quiz or you will strangle their scrawny necks. Anyway, I dunno where ZiYu get this quiz from coz it all revolves around your love life which is just like the person who asked me to do it. Humph. But I hate to admit that it is a wonderful quiz and it's so lovey dovey-ish. Excuse me but I cannot think of a word in Standard English that describes this quiz appropriately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 if your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Feel heartbroken and cheated and emo. And I will find someone else to comfort me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 if you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Make anyone I like fall in love with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 what will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;Luxurious, romantic and private &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING!! Donating to the poor.&lt;br /&gt; #5 what's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;• Well groomed&lt;br /&gt;• Gentlemanly&lt;br /&gt;• Handsome&lt;br /&gt;• Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;• Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;• Humorous&lt;br /&gt;• Loyal&lt;br /&gt;• Devoted&lt;br /&gt;• Plays guitar or drums&lt;br /&gt;• Sporty&lt;br /&gt;• Tan&lt;br /&gt;• Christian&lt;br /&gt;• Bubbly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone definitely coz I feel blessed now although I dunno if I coz him to drop dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my heart (not sure if it’sw fickle...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 if the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Up my appeal and hint subtly although I am very direct, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;1. Peeps I dun like crush me&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing a guessing game about love&lt;br /&gt;#10 What cheers you up the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, jokes and major pig out session (oops unglam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 how do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Power suited lady who is fun loving and sporty at the same time (long and triple jump forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 what kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbly and fun loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;SINGLE AND RICH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 what's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, stretch and groan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 will your lover be the most important person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Depends,really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 if you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;The guy who likes me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 what type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Humorous, loyal, fun, sincere, can share important issues with and a good listener&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7273715960493057066?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7273715960493057066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7273715960493057066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7273715960493057066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7273715960493057066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-ziyu-this-is-my-answer-to-your-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4592118211091349183</id><published>2008-05-20T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:55:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday: Blister Galore&lt;br /&gt;My right leg seems to be bigger than the left. While I can easily kick off my left shoe, my right shoe seems to be stuck onto my right foot and refuses to budge. Thanks to the pretty but uncomfortable right shoe, I could not enjoy shopping to the fullest although I am a self-professed shopaholic (only during and after exams). The right shoe caused my fair foot to bleed coz the shoe kept rubbing against the blister. The result? A teen girl looking like a pregnant woman. Haha. Even the security guard at the shopping centre looked at me weirdly like I was some kind of alien. Mum turned around and laughed when she noticed the guy was walking as weird as me. The guy must be surprised that he wasn’t the only one looking like an alien. Well actually mum thought my legs were uneven in length. I guess it’s just an awful shoe which ruined my shopping mood. And the crowd was to blame too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Hello History Pt.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha to the 3rd consecutive Pt. History Pt is proud to be the new kid on the block. Groans anyone?? English was a tad bit funner than usual coz I got to write poems which is my favorite pastime. I hadn’t produced a new work since last December coz I was busy, busy, dreadfully busy. The theme was feminine issue so I wrote about the modern woman who had to juggle both work and career. I will upload my poem tomorrow if time permits. I am so gonna check SAA website everyday to see if my name is on the Nat Juniors list. I wanna have subsidized track suits and a chance to compete with Singapore’s top 12 jumpers in the various categories. Rawr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t bring my Science Investigative Project proposal today so I skipped recess to complete it. As usual everyday for MAG never turns out right so the teacher said the deadline for the proposal is next term. Humph I felt dumb for skipping recess and putting my tummy through a bout of headache-inducing pain. My foot has barely recovered okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tub of NZ ice cream today. It was yummy coz I have a sudden liking for crunchy honeycomb. Unfortunately (as I said earlier, everyday is unfortunate for me), the bell rang before I could savour the ice cream slowly so I pushed a giant lump of freezing ice cream into my mouth. It slid down my oesophagus and a brain freeze numbed my brain. Sigh. Another dreadful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4592118211091349183?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4592118211091349183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4592118211091349183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4592118211091349183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4592118211091349183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-blister-galore-my-right-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3847991016263741922</id><published>2008-05-18T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:54:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yippee! Triple jump was smashing coz I smashed my personal best with a jump of zone 2 which is 8.7m to 8.8m. Unfortunately, the SAA posted all results at the lowest of the zone so it's 8.7m for me. I got 6th in my flight with many people who are older than me. But if I am in need of confidence, I would say I got 3rd in my division. Humph. Jia Yu did well with a jump of 9.1m which is zone 4 for 8m board. Well done Sarah, Kimberly, Jia Yu and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition, we made a beeline for the orange squash and yes we practically drained the whole cooler so the guy had to refill it. Hoho. Sarah said she wouldn’t go until she drank 10 cups but luckily she felt full at 2 cups so we need not roll her back. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;We took some lame mugshots with Mr Yeo’s instant camera and held up our number tags. Boy we did look like criminals but Sarah looked most like a criminal. Haha. We also imitated Ms Yu’s smile and finger sign and as usual Sarah looked most like Ms Yu. Each of us got a retarded photo as a keepsake. Pity Jia Yu went home and couldn’t take a photo with us. To make ourselves look taller in the photo, we stood on the hill while Sarah stood on the ground. Hmm but she still had to bend down nevertheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this quiz from Yu Fei’s blog. It’s quite accurate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_leo_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com" &gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3847991016263741922?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3847991016263741922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3847991016263741922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3847991016263741922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3847991016263741922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/yippee-triple-jump-was-smashing-coz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6176571548451337440</id><published>2008-05-17T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:21:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Competition!! The whole team was there and we were really bonded. Go RG Track!! Rachel and Hemin were in the first flight but they came to support us by bringing cups of blackcurrant juice. Rachel thought that it was Ribena originally. Hemin was fighting over which cup was hers but Kim drank it nevertheless. Jumps was okay but way below my p.B. I only managed a zone 2 which is 3.7 to 3.8m. That is bad. But the other competitors were not that good either so it was averaged out. I must jiayou for Nats. I am gonna go forward hang longer and many other nitty gritty stuff that Ms Yu always reminds me of. Papa came to video all of us and when I watched it, Ms Yu's voice was distinctive and loud. There would be a voice saying "Run forward ah" or "what happened?" and stuff like that. Our team is so cute. Mebbe the analogy of a duck and ducklings is a good one. (inspired by Sarah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun began after competition when we cooled down and stretched at Ms Yu's orders. We then headed for bubbletea which was actually no-existent at the MRT. Boo hoo. So I bought a big gulp and the rest bought Slurpee. Hemin was still haggling over the yumminess of a $1 ice cream. haha. I pinched some hershey choc from Hemin who passed me the wrapper coz I said I wanted it. We had a wacky time in my car crapping about throwing paper balls at LPL and how Math can ruin your career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down 1 to go. Triple jump here I come. Oh boy tomorrow is my BIG BIG day coz it's my first Triple Jump competition. Yes. Think positive MAG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6176571548451337440?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6176571548451337440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6176571548451337440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6176571548451337440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6176571548451337440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/competition-whole-team-was-there-and-we.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7915930481880496748</id><published>2008-05-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:47:02.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had Aesthetics class today and I cooked Nasi Lemak and Hoon Kueh. Both were yummy but the ikan bilis kept poking my ulcer and it sure hurt. It was a waste to throw away some precious ikan bilis which I deheaded personally. Ok this sounds pretty gory. Celine said I was sadistic coz I ‘had fun’ deheading them. The hoon kueh was just the right texture and was wonderful cold. I look forward to the next Aesthetics class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met mum for lunch at Republic Food Court today and after that we adjourned to Isetan and then Far East Plaza. Mum spotted a white jacket that could match my new blue and black strriped blouse but unfortunately there wasn’t a new piece and the display was dirty. So well I didn’t buy anything. Haha. On our way to Far East, I saw many people including Adeline and Selene who beamed at me. I didn’t spot anything I liked at Far East Plaza. The stuff were either too grown up or Ah Lianish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an unfruitful shopping experience at Far East Plaza, we headed back for Isetan Scotts Supermarket. Well that was the only time which was more exciting. The supermarket was unusually crowed for a weekday. As I was squeezing in and out of the crowd, I used my basket as a mean of creating space for my advance to the rapidly growing queue. I was still trying to maneuver my way when I recognized some very familiar hair. It was curly and dyed light brown and I could recognize it anywhere. Yep it was Ms Siu. I was quite surprised to see her. So I called her and surprisingly she was just next to me (coz it was so crowed). But I didn’t have much space to wave so I ended up looking like a lifeless chicken with my elbow half bended. Okay well that’s life. Everyone looks dumb sometimes. Haha. She was mighty surprised to see me and she exclaimed a ‘hi’ and her eyes were real big. Like the same way she looked at me when I was sleeping in her Physics class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7915930481880496748?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7915930481880496748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7915930481880496748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7915930481880496748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7915930481880496748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-had-aesthetics-class-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-5363352524115924892</id><published>2008-05-13T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:16:40.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaah I am gonna be the MC for piano concert. Gosh! I am sure bad at public speaking. ms Ong suboed me to be the MC with another boy called Joshua who is also my mad piano teacher's student. And worst of all, I will be doing a duet with that guy thanks to my piano teacher who is trying to matchmake people again. *rolls eyes* Wah those teachers like nothing better to do. They planned everything with ME involved and I am the last one to be informed. IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS. No way. Me wearing a dress and doing a duet? Bleah. The future is bleak indeed. Humph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the lesson playing Tequila Sunrise, which is a slow samba. My mad hatter piano teacher was trying to teach me the tempo of samba and she was making a collection of weird sounds like oomph-pah-oomph to count the beat. I am gonna go nuts. With an equally weird piano teacher and duty as a MC, life couldn't get worse. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched 2 movies in school today, one was Unaccompanied Minors and the other was Nanny McPhee. Both were hilarious. I enjoyed the cake fight scene at Mr Brown's wedding where he used a violin to smash an incoming wedding cake. Unfortunately the cake was diverted in Evangeline's direction and she was annoyed at her pretty frock getting all dirty. So she lost all her ladylike grace and threw one back at mr Brown much to the rich aunt's dismay. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5363352524115924892?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5363352524115924892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5363352524115924892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5363352524115924892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5363352524115924892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaah-i-am-gonna-be-mc-for-piano-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-350889541314876560</id><published>2008-05-11T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:05:23.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I like just realised that I haven't posted for eons after glancing at Blogger Dashboard. Humph. There is a lot for me to rave about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye exms hello Sushi Go Round. Ok this sounds weird but I am into playing sushi go round. It's a low stress but fun-filled game for wu liao peeps like me and my bro. My bro declared it the World's Best Game after playing it for 2hrs yesterday. Clumsy me knocked into some random button when I was at Day 7 and went all the way back to Day 1. Bubble shooter is so yesteray. But I think I will still play it later out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a haricut today and it turned out dreadful, just like any other haircuts. The lady thinned my already balding fringe, to make matters worse. My hair is still as pompom-ish as ever and it seems like I shouldn't have even put myself through a torment of a quarterly haircut. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church today and it's Pentecost Sunday so Happy Pentecost Sunday and Happy Mothers' Day(although there's not much of it left). I saw some of my friends but didn't have time to chat for long coz my tummy was grumbling. It even grumbled when Pastor Malcolm was giving the Benediction and the sanctuary was silent. So embarassing. I hoped the lady next to me didn't hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot one of my friend's name and I felt really bad so I thought hard for the whole day but still couldn't recall her name. She says Hi when we meet each other now and then but I cannot remember her name. It will be dumb if I ask her for her name when she clearly remembers mine. Sigh. I am growing old. *strokes my thinning hair* I hope someone will call her by name sometime now so my memory will get jolted back into action. Bubbleshooter here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-350889541314876560?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/350889541314876560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=350889541314876560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/350889541314876560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/350889541314876560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-i-like-just-realised-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3178333019276495471</id><published>2008-05-05T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:18:42.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thnik my cake post has been the latest post for far too long so I shall post something. So far MYA is pretty good, especially Geog. My body is aching coz I have been sitting for too long without getting up(only to drink Milo). Pamela and I went to Subway today and I had 3 cookies which made me feel extremely guilty coz training is resuming in a few days time. We had a good time chatting about random stuff which led us to talk about the toy cars our bros play with. Weird People we are. I had a macadamia nut, chocolate chip and oatmeal and raisin cookie. The cookie was nice and chewy, just perfect for old people like me whose teeth aren’t very strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to read ‘A Room With A View’ by E.M Forster and it seems pretty interesting. It is also relevant to my RS topic so I think I shall propose to Ms Picca that my group use it. The book is about the life of the ‘high class’ women in the late 19 century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sher Meen is the first to write on my wall. Whoo hoo. Me love Sher. Hmm… I dunno what else to say… Oh yes for the second month running, HE and I wore the same green blouse/shirt for Communion Sunday. How coincidental (or coincidential. *eyes Ziyu*).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3178333019276495471?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3178333019276495471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3178333019276495471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3178333019276495471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3178333019276495471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thnik-my-cake-post-has-been-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1900074353463632456</id><published>2008-04-28T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:38:58.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have tons of stuff to rant about. Oh firstly, I think I can bake fairly well coz my carrot cake was nice and my cookies were fab. I went to Taka to eat Tako on Friday but it was rather sick coz it was wet and soggy. What a waste of my time. Boo hoo hoo. My first tako didn't turn out too well. Lol. I am a deprived child quoted from Jean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH exams are killing me. My puny little brain is overworked and underpaid. Well, there are loads of stuff I needa study but... I wanna watch Healing Hands 3. It's so witty and addictive. I love the character Anson. She's like so cool. I think she has a good sense of humour. Go watch it yourself and you will surely love Chris(her fiance). Sarah likes the turtle-faced guy called MC. We were discussing it during track at Singapore Poly. I miss training. I was longing to do bounding so I did it at home and nearly fell down the steps. Disastrous me at work again. Ms Yu warned me not to long jump at home coz I sprained my ankle the last time and couldn't jump properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and I are really absolutely wacky. We were laughing hysterically during Physics and Ms Siu stared at us with her signature big eyes. So freaky. She demanded if we had any questions and I said no. So she said we must get 100 marks. Haha. Just like her. Me and Esther were dumb and we didn't know she was still in the class so we high fived to getting 100 marks. Oops she heard us. Die. I feel bad for not paying attention coz it's Ms Siu's last week teaching here so I should better behave. Sobsob... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cooking for Mothers' Day!! I need inspiration for Chinese fine dining cuisines. Haha. My research study project for after exams. Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1900074353463632456?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1900074353463632456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1900074353463632456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1900074353463632456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1900074353463632456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-tons-of-stuff-to-rant-about.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-959424421900411086</id><published>2008-04-21T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:13:09.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training was so-so today and the team was extremely tired. Coz MYAs are coming up. I jumped quite okay and Ms Yu didn’t grumble at me. Except that my take off height was quite low and I didn’t punch up. The usual problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yu and I crapped about how good jumpers have nice nails coz we think Ms Yu has nice nails too coz she looks at them pretty often. HOHOHO. I burst my budget today coz I bought a bottle of Australian apple and mango juice that a specially set-up stall was selling. It was very thirst quenching and I wished there was more. The drink is super expensive. Hmm I feel the pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating canned peach. I need something to sweeten up my mood. I am dragging my tired body to mug for MYAs. I wanna sleep. Humph. Okay I don’t think I am writing with much purpose but I feel guilty for not updating so well…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-959424421900411086?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/959424421900411086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=959424421900411086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/959424421900411086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/959424421900411086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/04/training-was-so-so-today-and-team-was.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4246877434286821679</id><published>2008-04-14T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:39:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaah He-who-should-not-be-named 2 is criving me nuts. Just after stepping out of service, HE grinned like a Chesire cat at me and followed behind me waiting for a moment to disturb me. Luckily mum was around and he couldn't take action till she went off to say hi to some friends. I thought I could escape him by talking to Joanne but no that idiot went straight up to me brazenly. I tried to shake him off by saying hi to Joanne. She looked up at me, said “what? Oh hello” and looked down at her Mexican chicken drumlet. Fancy her not helping me to get rid of that pesky he-who-should-not-be-named 2. He and told me that he-who-should-not-be-named 1 is so scared of me that he changed church. Excuse me? Who is A****w? I don’t care a tuppence about him and if he thinks I am so freaky, he shouldn’t have tried getting on my nerves. Mind you I only ignored him. Woah I must be some tigress that even ignoring him has a drop-dead effect on him. I felt like asking he-who-should-not-be-named 2 to leave me alone and stop grating on my teetering nerves or else I won’t be polite. Mirabelle was with Joanne and she kaypohly asked who he-who-should-not-be-named 2 was referring to. He-who-should-not-be-named grinned idiotically and proceeded to tell her the gossip. I was so pissed that I walked off, leaving him to achieve his intended outcome- to spread the gossip about A****w. Those two immature dingbats think that I will be pressured to like some gross guy like A****w. I am sorry that I cannot mince my words but that is seriously the truth. They are downright irritating and lame and even have the cheek to ask my friends to say sorry to me on his behalf for goodness knows what reason. That day when he asked Cherie-Ann to say sorry to me, my patience was still rather high. But yesterday was really the LAST STRAW. I have enough of A****w stalking me at cell and Sunday school. I am glad I didn’t stay to hear he-who-should-not-be-named spouting all the ridiculous nonsense. I turned around and saw Wei En who looked puzzled at my pek chekness. I just hope the gossip doesn’t spread to his him or he will be laughing at me. AGAIN. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4246877434286821679?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4246877434286821679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4246877434286821679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4246877434286821679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4246877434286821679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/04/aaaah-he-who-should-not-be-named-2-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6840371027867251794</id><published>2008-04-09T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:45:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my arches are killing me!! 2.4 was a disaster and a living nightmare. My lungs have left their owner. Aargh I did very lousily much to my dismay. Whenever I told myself not to walk, my legs will be disobedient and decide to kill themselves. So I ended up walking at inconspicuous places where my friends won't scream at me "GO MAG TRACKER!" to my embarassment. Natalie's friend said I ran very fast. I feel flattered but that is ABSOLUTELY untrue. I dunno since when i became a marathon champ. NO I ran 15.15min so you see the error in that statement. Perhaps she only saw the last 50m where I chionged but to no avail. I think she didn't see me walking or panting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this little yellow-breasted bird caught in the stair well just now. The poor darling was twittering with fear. So cute. It's such a dear. I hope it can find its way out or it will be a baged bird in spring time. This is random of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst. I started being illegal today but I won't tell you what. MAG is not a guai kia. time for lunch. BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6840371027867251794?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6840371027867251794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6840371027867251794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6840371027867251794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6840371027867251794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-my-arches-are-killing-me-2.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4265913908985323519</id><published>2008-04-08T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:23:55.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back by popular demand. I shall update on what are the latest happenings in my love life. Hoho. Hokay I found Wei En's blog coz he gave his url on his friendster. His url is kinda weird. 'Smoothcheekks' or something like that. I wonder why he uses Xanga. It's so boring leh. And as usual, his blog skin is a plain white one. I think Valerie's one is a far cry from his. Her xanga blog is packed with pink images and cutie pie animated stuff and a talkable frog called Moji Me. His is like minimalistic chick(cheek). LOL. Another pun. I can't believe he is such a egoistic 'muggerzoid' so he calls himself. Zoinks! Like since when was he a mugger+zoid. He had this pic with him cycling and a few women were cycling behind him. Guess what was his caption? Nothing less than a demonstration of his inflated ego. "Hot chicks chasing after the hot stuff-me!" or something like that.  Bah. so pukable. I would have tagged on his blog but predictably, he had none. His profile was very helpful too. Name and gender. Like that would shed any light on his bday. Aarggh. So frustrating. I wanna gnash my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scarier note, tomorrow is 2.4km run. Oh no I must run faster than 14.31 min  or else I won’t get perfect score. I can. I will. I must. I gonna push myself until my lungs fly out and eyes pop out… Ms Yu didn’t let us off this time. She was like ‘oh 2.4 ah, good you must run faster than everyone else. You are school atheletes.” There were loud groans from the whole sluggish team. We were demeaning ourselves by saying that ppl from non-sports cca even beat us at it. She said huh so loudly I felt so pai say. I told her I am horrible at 2.4 but she smiled her Ms Yuish smile. We were begging not to go for training but she said  “Depends on what time you finish”. But I said it would be better if it was dependent on how tired we were. Which is obvious that after 2.4 I would barely be human. Like I still have the energy to do some weird explosive training scheme.  So you see I must chiong coz Ms Yu has high expectations of me. I CAN. AND I WILL. (I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4265913908985323519?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4265913908985323519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4265913908985323519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4265913908985323519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4265913908985323519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-back-by-popular-demand.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6628525554691287644</id><published>2008-03-31T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:23:27.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaah I gonna die. Guess who I saw at Marina Square?? Andrew, the horrible pervertic tabby cat. His stomach is like bigger than a 5 month pregnant lady. I pointed him out to mum and she was speechless. She wouldn't say he is disgusting but admitted he is not suitable for her daughter. Right on target. He thinks people like him. Hello? It's time to come down to earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross me out. And I mistrusted the wrong person. To think Gideon was a all-round nice sensitive new-age gentleman. BAH to the previous sentence. I was deluded by his 'gentlemanly ways'. He is a toally immature guy who thinks I went to 8.30 to see Andrew. Pukes* Pukes* Who in the right mind wants to make an effort to see someone who makes me feel all freaked out? No way. He-who-should-not-be-named even had the cheek to come to cell. I tell u I have enough of all his nonsense. Fiddlesticks if he thinks I will take notice of him if he appears in every corner I go. I daoed him in the cell room and walked out without greeting him. He had that blur sotong look plastered all over his face. Even Byron is not so despo as him. That's why we are still friends. Coz if he had gone overboard, being friends would be out of the logical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk shop now. My Physics Pt is being edited but the music is kinda screwed coz papa is not exactly sensitive to where is the intro and chorus. But thanks to him I could squeeze out some time to practise piano although I foresee my death again. I shall buy him coffee for his help. I think he will be darn pleased. Don't tell him. It's a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking out for HIM but as usual I was disappointed. Which service does he go to?? For Pete's sake can HE give me some signs to indicate his affection? I can't be wating till I'm old and grey for HIM to say something along the line of love right? Okay. Enough of passionate affairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6628525554691287644?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6628525554691287644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6628525554691287644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6628525554691287644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6628525554691287644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/03/aaaaaaaaaaah-i-gonna-die.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6100918809255742263</id><published>2008-03-27T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:52:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My whole body is aching and I have acquired another bruise which is pinkish pruple and extremely painful. Dance lesson was a horrible flop as you know I am not very aesthetic. Ms Shanti said slide and I did and bumped my knee hard on the ground. My face was kinda contorted in pain. We learnt modern jazz and I was like totally lost. My arm kept smashing into poor people beside me and I looked more like an octopus than any thing else. I demoed to mum how street jazz looked like and she was like speechless. She said I looked like the Monkey God and a magician trying to show that the rabbit has disappeared. I dunno how street jazz has evolved into a magic show!! &lt;br /&gt;Yay I got 1 more lame mark for Chinese and did a little better. Lao shi overlooked a point I wrote so I got another mark. Thanks to a half mark somewhere, I can get a better GPA for Chinese though it is still quite lousy. Ain’t kidding. I have Bento packing tomorrow and I get to eat. How marvelous. How wonderful! Mmm. My com is gonna log out so I shall say cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6100918809255742263?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6100918809255742263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6100918809255742263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6100918809255742263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6100918809255742263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-whole-body-is-aching-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3836196861168852730</id><published>2008-03-19T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:50:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aahh very painful!!! My kness were grazed by the carpet in S'Pore Discovery Centre coz there was a bump and I tripped over it. &gt;&lt;. Oww. Many people fell down too. How unlucky. It's Wednesday the 19th!!1 Ohh noo.Zi Yu and I were very LAME during LJ. I pointed at some weird tree with brown strands growing from its branch and exclaimed, "Zi Yu ahh! Your hair soo messy. Go comb it!" Being vain and lacking a sense of humour,  she thought we were really talking about her hair and she agreed. She smoothed down her hair and moaned. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungei Buloh is so fascinating. There are little crabs and we saw a lobster in its mount. Yes, Zi Yu screamed when she peered into the hole and saw a black lobster. Zi Yu shrieked again coz a spider was spittting saliva to form a web and she thought it was gross. There was this GIANT spider catching its prey and I thought it gave Spidey a run for his fame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is currently bursting from food. Zi Yu, Jean and I went out for lunch at MOS Burger at Lido. I ate a small cheeseburger and a cup of clam chowder. The soup burnt my tongue coz I tried to gulp it down coz it was in a cup after all. Boo hoo hoo. I had vanilla mochi ice cream for dessert and the linguine at the French Fair in Isetan Supermarket made me drool. That is not the end of my eating spree. Jean and I shared a huge bag of popcorn (although there was only 1 size) while watching the 3D movie. I tried to feed the fish and shark but I was pang sayed. I pinched some candy floss from Zi Yu who was gonna die of candy floss. Being rough and unglam, I nearly pulled the packet out of her hand. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must also share with you my experience at camp. I found out that guys can be really       despo. There was this awful guy in my group who kept bugging me for my hp and home number. I was so pissed off that I said I ain't no wanna give him moi phone number. He gave me a pervertic smile and I nearly puked. On Sunday, he had the cheek to invade my privacy by coming to 10.30am service to say sorry for some unknown reason. He is the last person I wanted to see. And Cherie-Ann and Gideon ganged up against me by apologising to me on Andrew's behalf. Ridiculous! At least Lawrence relieved me of my pek chekness by talking normally without mentioning HE-WHO-SHOULD-NOT-BE-NAMED. I think Andrew is driving me nuts. I am positive I prefer Sanctuary service. It lives up to its name. Praise God for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3836196861168852730?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3836196861168852730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3836196861168852730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3836196861168852730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3836196861168852730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/03/aahh-very-painful-my-kness-were-grazed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7077926919770229317</id><published>2008-03-05T08:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:37:34.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Valerie. You are so naggy and that is why I am blogging for you. Saturday I went for a wedding of a distant relative. I dunno how he is related to me but that's okay. He's wedding was held at Conrad Centennial Hotel if I had had spelt it right. We sat at the same table as my gu ma. Jin Cheng sat next to me and he was making weird moves to 'Sway' when the jazz band sang it. Guan Rong at the next table was rolling her eyes at him. Jin Cheng went to Catholic High that day and yet he didn't see me at my friendly competition. I won 3rd after Kimberly and a gal named Sakina from Cedar Girls. I was awfully off form and my best jump was only 3.95 m. Boy!! My personal best is like 4.08. I wanna write my dream in the mickey mouse book she gave me. Ms Yu is damn pro. She is like 5.88m and I wonder how she did it. And back to Jin Cheng and his weird antics. He was showing me his nail which was super gross coz it had a blueblack below it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner there was quite good and I enjoyed the soup with fish maw and lobster meat the most. It warmed my freezing cold body. I was acting like some posh grand lady and so I couldn't slurp or burp. I couldn't even scratch the itch on my legs, no thanks to the itchy Mondo shoes. I vow never to wear Mondo shoes ever again. I think my legs were encroaching into Jin Cheng's leg space. Bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride is super sweet. She thanked her parents and friends and her grandma. She was so touching that gu ma was trying not to cry. I was staring at the ceiling and I found out that the chandeliers look like a mermaid's tail. LOL. I drank so much water I went to the washroom 3 times. I saw Jane there coz she is somehow related to the bridegroom like me. Bye I have SPA now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7077926919770229317?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7077926919770229317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7077926919770229317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7077926919770229317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7077926919770229317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-valerie.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3289426055484686895</id><published>2008-02-21T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:33:29.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a extremely action packed day today and it went like "wham!". For assembly, the principals sang 'Top of the World' by The Carpenters for us coz BFF reached their target amount. Mrs Julie Hoo was all smiles and she led the group. She obviously was the most enthu of the lot. Mr Chang was grinning coz Mrs Hoo called him Prince Charming. Mrs Chew later announced that the RI guys will be coming to our school tomorrow for SLI and she ask us not to 'twitter excitedly' if we see some cute guys. Oh please! RI guys are so erhmm. She was obviously speaking from experience. She said we girls must have some dignity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally changed lanes for P.E so my group chionged for the first lane which was cao easy. Zhu tou Zi Yu was the first to get there although she is a zhu and supposed to move slowly. &gt;&lt;. I got an excellent for climbing coz I was climbing so fast I didn't know which panel I was on. I yelled at Esther "Which panel am I on?" But Esther didn't seem to hear coz I was high up on the wall. I was so nervous that moved right when Chanel said move left. That's how bad a rockwall can do to my logic. I climbed until the curve and I started freaking out coz my hand was aching like siao. And I thought I was gonna die a terrible death if I fall backwards. I shouted resting but felt too high and decided to climb on. I touched the 6th panel before falling. My fingers and thighs were weak like jelly and my knees were knocking together on the double. When Esther started releasing me, I clung onto the wall for dear life and nearly kissed it. Zi Yu Jie shouted for me to let go of the wall but I did so only for one hand so she continued screaming like a si zhu. Finally I let go and I swung like a pendulum released for 180 degrees only that I, the bob didn't get swung off. However, I was like a grandfather clock and my butt smacked into a crevice in the wall. OUCH. After much agony, I managed to come down with nothing more than a bruised butt and bad hair day, no thanks to the 'super pleasant smelling' helmet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen and I completed the melody for Computer music today with Mr Kok's help. He like helped us with practically the whole thing but we still tore our hair out over chords such as D7. I don't learn chords and dear me I sure was stressed. We decided on using the nylon stringed guitar for our melody and the music box for the intro so it sounds cute and magical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor for my red eye. I found my way to Queenstown Polyclinic quite easily and the queue was rather short. Unfortunately, a horrid doctor called Dr Lim Gek Muay, who is a Resident Physician, spoilt my otherwise flawless day with her menopausal mood. She asked me to take off my specs so she could examine my eye. When I put my specs on her table, she exclaimed, "Don't put your spectacles on the table! Later other people's germs will spread to you or you spread to other people." In a flash, she took out a cloth and sterilised the table. I felt as though I had anm infectious disease. Bah. What kind of doc is she? She demanded information from me and before I knew it, I was out of her room with a referal letter to KK hospital pediatric department coz she had a parallax error and thought I was a kid. She indeed is gruff and has poor bedside manners. I feel very indignant. Upon referal, the lady at the referal room said I couldn't go KK hospital coz I was over 12 which is quite obvious. So I booked an appointment with Alexandra Hospital tomorrow at 2.20 pm so I cannot go track. How miserable. wahwahwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3289426055484686895?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3289426055484686895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3289426055484686895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3289426055484686895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3289426055484686895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-had-extremely-action-packed-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7987532011041370644</id><published>2008-02-18T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:02:57.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Hi Hi Hi. I am back and better than ever. Due to some naggy friends I have (let’s not name names but just stare) I am forced to post. Erhmmm. I warn you first. My day is very boring. We had English Lit first thing in the morning and Mr Ho overran the SA briefing so I was so jittery coz I forgot to do my journal writing about my feelings towards war. I thought Ms Ong was gonna eat me whole and say “Magdalene, did I ask you to forget your homework? See me later?” The thought is enough to make me faint. Well, as you know, things always turn out right for MAG coz she has fabulous luck (I can share some).  I came into class late, but still got through the back door unnoticed and started scribbling a mindmap. Before Ms Ong  greeted the class, my homework was complete and of high quality. Er no maybe not. So my skin was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At English, there was some test thingy about Independent and Dependent Clauses. I studied for the test like 5 mins before the paper was handed  out and shouted why the paper was so small. I asked Van “What is thing thing ah?” And yes my questioned was answered soon enough when I flipped over the page. I am lucky again coz I failed with 1 mark out of five, which wasn’t too bad coz at least I got a mark. &lt;br /&gt;During Physics, we had lab lesson and it was the same. Hot, stuffy and boring. I released the pendulum from 180 degrees and the pendulum bob swung off. Power man! Nadra was hoping that no one heard it. But of course they did coz Ms Siu looked up and her eyes said “Them again.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t much more to say. But I was on my way back home and sat squashed on bus 77. It was hot and bumpy coz I sat right at the back near the engine, which was a terrible choice. I was surrounded by maids who were blasting at each other in Tagalog. I could barely hear my iPod which was already very loud. I boh pian gotta bear with them passing the photos of the husband and baby children around. I will risk my hearing if the iPod is turned up.  Thanks to their noise, I was so tired and went back to sleep until dinner, although I was suppose to memorise Grammar.  &lt;br /&gt;This is for my dear Sher Meen. Nothing big happened on Friday. Coz  Wei En didn’t come and Byron was damn weird. Sigh. Life and times of MAG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7987532011041370644?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7987532011041370644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7987532011041370644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7987532011041370644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7987532011041370644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-hi-hi-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-8198378555406813832</id><published>2008-02-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:58:16.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven’t updated for a long time coz I was plain lazy to post. No wonder my tagboard is kinda dead. We finally started on a new Aesthetics Module. Dance was horrible, terrible and vegetable. I reckon I am aesthetically challenged. In dance class, I feel like elephantine stomping around. We are doing computer music and Zen and I did the drums on the keyboard today. It was cool and the room was super noisy. We set up a mini discotheque and nearly brought the house and the teacher down. I tried to play ‘Blind’ but only got to the 2nd line. That wasn’t too bad. I am gonna think of more tunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I feel immensely loved today thanks to my darling friends and mortal who made me distracted in History class. Valerie gave me loads of choc and so did Sher Meen who stuck two Ferrara Rocher upsided down onto a card. LOL. Just like her. She was buggin’ me to write a letter so I did just that in Physics under Ms Siu’s watchful eyes. And I called Ms Siu Ms Yu coz I was stoning half way and thought of a question. I got muddled up with teachers’ names and I am still calling xie lao shi tang lao shi. How weird. But anyway, she still responded to the name. I think she didn’t hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very pai say when Christina gave me a gigantic chocolate just after lunch. I didn’t prepare any Valentine Day gift so I gave her the rest of my honey stars and a Ferrara Rocher given by  i-dunno-who. I was folding paper boxes in Mr Mirza’s History class with some leftover strawberry wrapper. I spent a long time cutting straight lines for the box. Mr Mirza thought I was guai coz I would stop wrapping and jot down some note periodically. I can multi task. So pro right? Even stuff that Deborah couldn’t catch, I could. She was leaning over to peep at my notes coz she was so fascinated with my wrapping skills that she forgot to jot down Mr Mirza’s hints to the FA. I folded a lucky star with Van helping me to puff it up. She asked me to write my name on both sides so she could have some of my fabulous luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-8198378555406813832?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/8198378555406813832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=8198378555406813832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8198378555406813832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8198378555406813832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-havent-updated-for-long-time-coz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-231298780793749052</id><published>2008-02-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:42:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went visiting today. We went to my paternal grandma. We were the first to get there and I had loads of food. I had a plate of beehoon and curry as well as some vegetarian dishes. We had curry last night too. At least grandma's curry isn't so spicy. Mum's curry turned me into a fire breathing dragon. My cousins came later but most of them were way older than me. Nian Long is already doing a Honours degree in Sociology. Jin Cheng is in VJC. Haha. He knows Ms Yu and her hubby coz he used to be a thrower. He described Ms Yu as the tall and skinny one. Nian Long doesn't know Li Feng who is in Medicine falcuty. He wasn't telling me what Sociology is all about. It is the things that make up a society and result in a equilibrium. 大伯 says that Wei Cheng is getting more interested in study but feels demoralised coz he has been lagging for a long time. I am glad he has matyred and sees the importance of a good education. He is now more sober. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We departed for my maternal grandma at 12 plus. My cousins, uncles and aunties were already there. There was my favourite seaweed chicken. yummy. LOL. I had more food as though my stomach had no bottom. I think the best thing about visitation to grandma's house is that there are soft drinks. We don't usually have soft drinks at home so it's like something really refreshing. I tried a cup of every drink available. haha. I feel very sugar high. I had many peanut cookies. I feel a tad nutty. My bro and I watched Scooby Doo for 1 over hour while the adults chatted away. The maid was laughing at the jokes in Scooby Doo. &lt;br /&gt;My bro is currently sulking coz mummy doesn’t want to give him the hong paos. LOL. He is very money face! I am gonna have my second round of pineapple tarts. Happy CNY! Pray that MAG will be happy forever and God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-231298780793749052?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/231298780793749052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=231298780793749052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/231298780793749052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/231298780793749052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-went-visiting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3428100124705257668</id><published>2008-02-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:15:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had reunion dinner at home today. It was very funny and we all tried not to say inauspicious things. Like cockroaches and irritating to avoid &lt;beep&gt; luck. haha. My mum was lamenting about a cockroach egg in the gap between the dishwasher. I was 'commissioned' to get rid of it. My bro was pointing to the coaster made of cork and said "roach". And mummy fell into the trap by saying cockroach. haha. He tricked papa too. He said "stop blasting the music. very irri&lt;beep&gt;&lt;beep&gt;. LOLS. And again he fell into the trapped and laughed at his silliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is getting very tough nowadays. It's so difficult to find a group. I feel like no one wants me in their group and I dunno why. I am not self-actualised yet. I didn't do anything bad to anyone. I just don't belong anywhere. I wish I could be someone else. It’s miserable being me. I want to be a better person. Where do I start? I am lacking self-confidence now. I think the whole class doesn’t like me. Why am I always the odd one out? Now that Mr Lim allows our group to have 10 people, I wonder if Natalie will still accept me into their group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I do need a dose of confidence. I think I must learn to be more forgiving. Mebbe we all need some time to get to know each other better. I must pray harder. Do help me along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3428100124705257668?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3428100124705257668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3428100124705257668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3428100124705257668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3428100124705257668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-had-reunion-dinner-at-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4464812758719722578</id><published>2008-02-04T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:24:40.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a day filled with unforeseen circumstances. Firstly, ELyssa, Pamela and Mei Yi know my notorious cousin from primary school. They were shocked. Haha. We don’t look like cousins. He’s a bad lad but I erm…  am a good gal. Hohoho. Secondly, Jean and I found out about loads of stuff about guys in our churches. Those two guys were talking about us and I so wanna kill Wei En But I can’t coz it will aggravate the matter. O! What am I to do? That guy really has a big mouth. Thanks to him and his friend, Jean and I are in great agony. Boo! I really will look very constipated when I see him on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;Literature lesson was super scandalous today. Ms Ong chose me to explain romantic love. So I described it to her. I said romantic love made our bodies heat up. And the class broke out into laughter. They thought I was really weird. Ms Ong looked constipated like she wanna laugh but couldn’t. I was aching with laughter. She said “Magdalene, please rephrase that.” I answered ‘passionate’. And then laughter again. What is so funny with the word “passionate”? Ms Ong has only two words to say, ‘Lust Caution’. Haha. She even asked us if we watched it. Like duh? It is R rated. She is freaking weird. And she kept saying ‘scandalous!’, but smiled despite her words. Valentine’s Day is coming soon. I think my description made her yearn more for that feeling. Ahaha. I hope I don’t have any more Pre-Valentine Day shocks from some people. Erhmmmm… &lt;br /&gt;Training was rather okay today. I didn’t get to use my spike shoes. So sad. I must wait another week. We did staircase exercise which was very tiring. I don’t like staircase exercise. We proceeded to the gym. Work out trained my arm muscles which were relatively weak. I was panting and sagging under the weight. Poor Mag. My eyes seem to be shutting soon. I have gotta go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4464812758719722578?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4464812758719722578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4464812758719722578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4464812758719722578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4464812758719722578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-day-filled-with-unforeseen.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4728494252081118146</id><published>2008-02-03T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:16:41.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ran all around Singapore just to get my spikes yesterday. Hemin ahem* told me that Vivocity had Asics store so we went there and guess what? It wasn’t there!! So my father was quite displeased at my unreliability. Thanks to Hemin’s forgetfulness. I gonna eat her whole tomorrow during training. Grr…. My father was about to give up hope of buying a spike shoe for me. He said that if Marina Square didn’t sell spikes, he would order it straight from the supplier. He wasn’t going to be a monkey and run around. Well luckily, we got to Marina Square in time before the shop closed. So I found a nice pair of spikes there. It is gun metal silver and white. It has a spongy sole, which is perfect for jumping. Yay!! I feel good. Ms Yu won’t stare at me anymore!! Whoops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church today and I saw loads of my friends coz today was communion Sunday. Wei Jun raised his eyebrow at me when he saw me during service. It was really weird. Sabina was sitting a few rows in front, but she didn’t see me. So sad. She didn’t come for cell on Friday. I saw Cherie-Ann. She is still crazy over Sean Pong. I told her that Sean Pong was there and she was so embarrassed that she kept yelling and screaming and denying all charges (that she loves Sean Pong). It was so funny coz she didn’t look where she was going and rammed straight into this guy called Justin. He gave her a funny look, he always does. He is always so unlucky coz Cherie-Ann seems to keep bumping into him. I think they have an affinity. Hohoho. She fell straight at Mark Bala who was carrying his baby bro. His baby bro therefore spilt  a cold drink on her. Haha. She screamed another time and Min Feng and I were looking very constipated trying hard not to laugh.  Hohoho. So unglam. I quickly escaped so I wouldn’t be associated with a screaming girl. Phew. I made off in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Sean Pong really causes lots of trouble. Did I tell you that the whole cell knows about her crush on Sean Pong. Gabriel the big mouth told Lawrence and he told the rest of the people. Hahaha. Li Feng knows about it too. Even Wei En who isn’t in my cell knows about her. She really tiok pong this time. Wei En told me something really juicy on Friday regarding a fellow tracker. He seems very excited. But I did better don’t tell the party involved or Wei En will kill me coz his friend will kill him. Hahaha.  Tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4728494252081118146?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4728494252081118146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4728494252081118146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4728494252081118146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4728494252081118146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-ran-all-around-singapore-just-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7248831375397740253</id><published>2008-01-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:55:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so dreadfully off form!! Of dear. I am only jumping 3.6 plus, on an average for today's trial. Boy. This cannot do. I must chiong. Competition is next month. The top 16 will get to represent Singapore for Youth Olympic Games!! Whoo hoo! Wouldn't it be nice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very mundane day and yes there was Philo. I think Philo is driving me nuts. I borrowed a book on ethics but I doubt I'll understand it. MAG's brain is too tired for cheem theories and fallacies. I think the Philo teacher is very poor thing. She asks questions but no one answers. It seems that she is the only one who answers her own questions. She would pace up and down, in wait of someone to participate. Poor soul. She looks rather dejected. Haha. Deborah drew a picture of her. It was so hilarious. It certainly looked like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had class committee meeting today. Welfare was invited too. I have my first task as Welfare Head, to organise a class outing. Elizabeth would be musy with tournaments, so I will have to do most of the job.I thought a picnic would be nice. Possibly we could go to Botanics Garden. What do you think about it? Do help me to brainstorm. No iceskating please. I find it quite scary. Mebbe we can go escape Theme Park and have a picnic there or something. That is so fun. I shall hold a Welfare Meeting soon, mebbe on Friday, to collect ideas and disseminate information to the members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyi's birthday is this Sunday!! I supposed to give her the present on Friday but she won't be coming due to House Committee Meeting. BAD. I am sleepy. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7248831375397740253?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7248831375397740253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7248831375397740253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7248831375397740253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7248831375397740253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-dreadfully-off-form-of-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3232910681523746143</id><published>2008-01-26T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:51:39.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's training was quite good except that I took a long time to get back into from and take a good run up. The sec 1 long jumper wasn't as scary as we all thought. At least my track career will not end so fast. Now with He Min in Jumps, I got someone to talk to my age. Haha. I thnik my spring off is quite good so I have more height. There was loads of sand in my shoe, which is pretty unusual coz sand normally doesn't like me. The sun was very hot, but that was normal. It's just that after missing 3 trainings, I have a slight aversion to heat and the Great Outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was nearly chopped off by Ms Sharon ong yesterday coz I forgot to sign the Undertking Form. Luckily she didn't deal with me too hard coz I looked like an apologetic puppy. It was fortunate that there were similarly blur people like me so there was a group scolding. It would have been bad if I was the only poor fella who was clueless. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. I updated the music on my blog so I hope no more file errors will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3232910681523746143?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3232910681523746143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3232910681523746143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3232910681523746143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3232910681523746143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterdays-training-was-quite-good.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-5221001587081279613</id><published>2008-01-24T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:39:58.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I have another unsuccessful run at Chair Person. LOL. I was quite close to winning it this time. And I am rather satisfied with myself. Elyssa won and I am very happy for her. I believe she will be a good Chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to blog about yesterday's Physics lesson, so I shall. It is probably gonna be the first and last entry on Physics lesson coz I don't think something equally or more interesting will happen in Physics class. As usual it was boring. But becoz it was boring that something interesting happened. This is ironic but true. My bench mates Laohan and Aldrea were having some water fun with the displacement can and the measuring cylinders. We stuffed Aldrea's pen cap, two ping pong balls and 2 huge chunks of rocks into a 250ml measuring cylinder and filled it up with water. We laughed to see such fun as the ping pong balls got weighed down by the rocks. Poor LAdrea's pen cap was squashed at the bottom, floating about miserably. When the bell rang, we scrambled to pack up but realised a ping pong ball was trapped in the cylinder together with the pen cap. We started panicking and laughing at our silliness. We hid the measuring cylinder when Ms SIu came around to check on us but even after 10mins, it couldn't come out and we had to tell her. Instead of killing us, she laughed. We stayed back 20mins to 'clear up the mess'. Nicole whacked the measuring cylinder hard on the bench top but to no avial. The ping pong ball was hopelessly stuck. The measuring cylinder cracked but before Aldrea could exclaim, We shushed her up. Thank goodness or we would have to fork out a sum for that. We proceeded to stab the ball with a scissors from the earlier experiment. It punctured the ball but it still didn't budge. After much thought, I suggested using the meter rule which was the only thing long enough to reach the ball which was pushed to the bottom of the measuring cylinder. Aldrea was desperate to have her pen cap back. We exhausted all other methods of trying to get her pen cap out. Esther used soap and tried to shake the cylinder like bubble tea. Ms Siu suggested pliers!!! LOL. I actually wanted to use a bunsen burner and expand the fella. But Ms Siu thought I was mad. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the adventure of the Physics lesson. It is the most memorable of all lessons. After Physics class, there was Philo and being late, Ms Ong Shu Juin wasn't exactly very pleased plus we didn't do our homework and gave some lame excuses. So out we went. Class bonding!!! Okay. that was certainly a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Ms Ong can't scold. I felt like laughing instead of feeling scared!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5221001587081279613?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5221001587081279613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5221001587081279613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5221001587081279613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5221001587081279613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-5344040944506965067</id><published>2008-01-22T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:31:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very boring day at school today. Yawn. As usual there was Physics and most of the time I was asking Nadra when the lesson was gonna finish. I finally got hold of Ms Santhi and she said my poems were lovely but I had to improve on my prose writing which was exactly my sentiments too.&lt;br /&gt; I had a donut after piano lesson. It was oreo crumbed donut and was deliciously sweet and satisfying. I so love donut. I think I shall eat a donut every Tuesday when I go for piano lesson. It is a new shop which took over Renaldo’s Apple Strudel at Crown Centre. Yum… … I licked the oreo crumbs from my lips and I think I should include this quote ‘Every now and then lick donut crumbs from your mouth’ in Mrs Hoo’s video on uncommon advice on life. HAHA. Since smeeling the flowers is one of the advice, why can’t licking donut crumbs be included too? &lt;br /&gt;Christina nowadays is taking ages to reply my letter. I can’t stand the waiting. I wrote a letter before she replied. So despo. Haha. If she is busy than I am busier with CAP and studies and track. But Physics lesson provides me with ample opportunities to write angel letters. Hoho. &lt;br /&gt;Cheerio. Gotta go study. I haven’t studied for ages coz I am busy with my CAP portfolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5344040944506965067?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5344040944506965067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5344040944506965067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5344040944506965067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5344040944506965067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-had-very-boring-day-at-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1278147034651484466</id><published>2008-01-12T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:32:24.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sher Meen has been ridiculing me throughtout track yesterday. Grr Sher Meen.She keeps wondering ALOUD why would anyone like me!! Haha LOL. I am so eligible. HOHO. Sher Meen asked Yu Jia the same question and Yu Jia was like "She's smart, funny, and best of all, she's not in the deep end like me." Haha. Yu Jia looked really muderous yesterday during track. She was raving about how Mr Kenneth Tan was driving her to the deep end and she looked and sounded awfully pissed. And her fringe over her eye intensified her anger. I was so scared of her. She was yelling at the top of her voice and refused to be appeased by Sher Meen and I. See how ineffective is Sher Meen!!! HOHOHO. Everyone seemed to be yelling and Hemin who sat next to be kept blasting in my ear about things which I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yu finally came for training after much persuasion from MAG. But Rebecca didn't come again, citing a cough. Oh please I have a cough too but I still came. I wish she would come more regularly or she will realise that her stamina and speed won't be so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that Rachel was very gloomy and unusually quiet yesterday. She seemed very preoccupied with her thoughts and she looked very sad. Like she needed someone to give her motivation. I dunno why she's like this but I wished she would cheer up. It seemed highly strange when no one smacks my butt for walking during warm-up or pulls me up for cool down run. It just isn't the Rachel the Jumps team is used too. Too quiet and broody for Rachel. And she commented mournfully that she lacks mental strength. She used to be the gal with the most passion and motivation but now I guess she is feeling blue. Oh well I prayed that God will make her stronger despite of the circumstance she is in. After all, we learnt yesterday in cell that trials are God's grace to us. Trials make us rely on God and not on our own frail human strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky yesterday coz Byron is no longer in my cell coz he's now sec 3. Pheww. I hope he will just cool off and forget about me. Lawrence is so random. He asked me before praise and worship if I was in MGS. SO weird. Why do ACS guys like to know people's school? I didn't tell him I am in Raffles. He said that he went with John to MGS that day in plain clothes saying he wanted to pick up his sister(but was just there to look at girls, according to Li Feng). I think he didn't see me there and started wondering if I was in MGS. HAHA. And John got angry with him coz he called Cara his sister. HAHA. John indeed has a big time crush on Cara. haha. The guys are so possesive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1278147034651484466?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1278147034651484466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1278147034651484466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1278147034651484466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1278147034651484466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/sher-meen-has-been-ridiculing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6597534447578537845</id><published>2008-01-10T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:30:36.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Err I have no words to describe how touched I am by Sher Meen’s and Hemin’s long, earnest speech about my importance to them. I am just so touched, yes. I think that is the best word. I am so sorry if I broke you guys’ hearts. I know you guys have such fragile glass hearts. Haha. Actually, I don’t think Sher Meen is worried whether Ms Yu’s heart will be broken. She’s just shy to say she will cry and wail if MAG is not there to tease her. Right Sher Meen? I know you so well dearie. And before I forget, I must also thank you dear people for being there for me. Please don’t like start sniffing coz it’s so emo. And Sher Meen is a nice person coz she beat me up for going netball trials. &gt;&lt;. I guess I can’t leave behind all you people just to get more bruises from Sher Meen and probably Selene. And I love Ms Yu!!! Rawr!!  She will also be so touched if she reads this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some sad news which is I officially have NO MORTAL. Sob my eyes out. Pass the Kleenex please. My mortal has transferred school. Sob...… sob…… I heard this news from a gal from 108 called Josephine. She and her gang are so freaky. Grace Tan and I were opening the class tray after school and I commented that Josephine so who is in my class (so many Josies) was so lucky to have a letter. I was walking away when somebody grabbed my bag and dashed in front of me. She questioned very breathlessly if I had just said ‘Josephine’ and I was superbly baffled by her sudden appearance and strange questions. I was like “Who are you?” And she said ‘Josephine”. And now I was even more puzzled. I have never seen anyone so weird. She demanded to know whether I was in 208 and I nodded my head, still confused about the current situation. She told me she was Josie Soh’s mortal and I was like “I am not Josephine.” Which was pretty dumb. And she obviously demanded to know who Josephine was and so on. And her clique joined in drowning poor MAG in a torrent of questions about their angels and who was my mortal and blah. That’s when I found out about me not having a mortal. Sobsob. They didn’t seem to care whether I was sad or what. They continued hounding me like paparazzi. Oh boy. And after a nervous giggle, Grace Tan and I hurried away before we blurt out any names. What a scary encounter with sec ones. This is certainly not my first time. Oh boy what is happening to my luck? It seems that sec ones and I have lots of fate. Yeee. Gross. No way hosay MAG. I hate the thought of it. I think I gonna have bad dreams tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance lesson was fun today although I had no poise and no confidence in Poise and Confidence class. I totally flunked P and C. I don’t get modern jazz. For goodness sake can the teacher go slower. I am like sticking my fat leg in all odd directions and my arms are flailing all over the place. Dance is so fun yet so freaky. I forgot when I should shrug my shoulders. I must ask someone like Meiyi who has reached self actualization in dancing. I shall go ask her tomorrow. Hohoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Got cell tomorrow. So random as Valerie would say. Wei En will ask me where I had been this 3-4 weeks. Haha. And then he will ask me why I have no one to sit with and he will plonk himself next to me and ask me to hang out with him. It’s nice of him but I did rather not coz people may get the wrong idea. Like Byron kinda got the idea that I was friendly and he started having feelings for me. That is so gross. I don’t like him. He is err don’t very err pleasant looking. And he is uber despo. He keeps bugging me during caroling whether I was sec 1 or 2. I think he wants to know whether he is older than me or something like that. EWWWW. And he will sit next to me when there’s a space next to me. I hope no one else except for my blog readers, Cherie-Ann and Wei En knows he got a crush on me. It will be awful if the whole youth cell knows. Yuck. I have better taste leh. Gimme a break. Wei En advised me to tell him I am not interested in him. But it isn’t very diplomatic and I will spoil my New Year Resolution to be diplomatic. Oh what am I to do? Wei En better not say anything or I will kill him. Cherie-Ann has a big mouth. I shouldn’t have told her. I know she’s also another despo for love. Yuck. Oh boy oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6597534447578537845?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6597534447578537845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6597534447578537845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6597534447578537845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6597534447578537845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/err-i-have-no-words-to-describe-how.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6073890035283736469</id><published>2008-01-09T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:49:42.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. I got a god-mortal! It’s the gal I met at netball trials called Christina. Aiya my identity was supposed to be a secret but then I had to tell me class so she may guess (although she can’t absolutely be sure). I hope she has a bad memory. It will be better for her. Haha. Then it’s more fun and I can be mysterious. Then the bad thing was her friend called Shu Yun came for track trials today and then I told her friend I was in 208. Probably she will go broadcasting on Raffles Radio Station than Magdalene is in 208 and somehow Christina will find out. OH NO OH NO OH NO!!!!!! I am such a dumb kid. And then Shu Yun had this friend in my mortal’s class and she was bugging me about her angel’s identity and who my mortal was. Bother the sec 1s. So inquisitive about the wrong issues. Shu Yun’s friend was complaining that her angel has not sent her anything so she wanted to find out who was it (and probably hound her for a letter). I guess that her angel is my dear Elizabeth who has been planning to write a letter since Monday and has not done so. Hoho. I must keep my mouth shut. It’s only a guess anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mortal still hasn’t replied me. I hope she’s not those dao kind who don’t care about having fun. I won’t like her. Luckily I didn’t give her a sweet or it will indeed be a waste. I gave Christina one though coz I like her more. Actually I don’t know who my mortal is. So mebbe I will like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got track trials!!! Yay!! I gonna have juniors soon!! HOHOHO. The people who tried out for track trials were generally quite lousy, sad to say. They couldn’t clear 1m with scissor jump. Oh man. What is RG track going to come to? And then they talked too much. They laughed at their own stupid jokes which weren’t one bit funny. And Sher Meen said they were over enthu. Which is true. There was this gal who kept saying “gogogo” to everyone when she didn’t even have the guts to try. I am glad she didn’t get selected coz she was laughing as she jumped so something quite awful happened. She flopped down heavily on the rubber band and mat. And guess what? She was still laughing. Oh boy. There was another shortie who could clear but liked to whine. She kept saying “ouch! Ouch so painful!” when it was impossible to feel any pain with the mats to support her. I think I like last year’s sec ones more. Of course coz I was in that batch. LOL. I think people like Sher Meen are cute and Xin Yi is superbly tall and looks like a pleasant natured kangaroo when she does drills. Hehehe. My track friends are still the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Ms Ong Shu Juin as my Philo teacher. I think she’s kinda nice and weird. I was talking to Mr D. about signing my CAP form and he was making a huge fuss about being my third choice and blah when I explained my plight of having 2 Lit teachers kiss farewell to 107. She somehow was nearby and was laughing at our silly conversation. I think she didn’t know students could treat teachers like friends. Actually, I always do. Hehheh. But it was weird to see her laugh at jokes made by people in other conversations not including her. Ho I think Hemin was right.hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6073890035283736469?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6073890035283736469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6073890035283736469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6073890035283736469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6073890035283736469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-8933138364844897413</id><published>2008-01-06T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:44:25.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiU7UzIYI/AAAAAAAAABY/kkBx6Adcj5I/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiU7UzIYI/AAAAAAAAABY/kkBx6Adcj5I/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152296454117859714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiVLUzIZI/AAAAAAAAABg/AlfmnRKa-pg/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiVLUzIZI/AAAAAAAAABg/AlfmnRKa-pg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152296458412827026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiWLUzIaI/AAAAAAAAABo/6A0YFG83jNk/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiWLUzIaI/AAAAAAAAABo/6A0YFG83jNk/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152296475592696226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiWrUzIbI/AAAAAAAAABw/2O7cs3gbGzI/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiWrUzIbI/AAAAAAAAABw/2O7cs3gbGzI/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152296484182630834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiYLUzIcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JkEeNe5ODL0/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiYLUzIcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JkEeNe5ODL0/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152296509952434626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some belated cell group and youth camp pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-8933138364844897413?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/8933138364844897413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=8933138364844897413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8933138364844897413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8933138364844897413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-some-belated-cell-group-and-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoTILGMQlmg/R4CiU7UzIYI/AAAAAAAAABY/kkBx6Adcj5I/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36820558.post-703444281833069090</id><published>2008-01-06T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:26:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is all I can say. I hate being sec 2. Grr. Actually, I was selected for netball after 2 rounds of selection. But then. Aiyah. They got no vacancies for sec 2. Why like this one? I am so sad. Boo hoo hoo. But Mrs J. was quite nice to me. She remembered seeing me around. But couldn’t remember where. Aiyah I am so sad that I am changing the subject. Despite the fact that they couldn’t take me in, I still like a winner. Haha. At least I got talent spotted. LOL. I am still the confident  dudette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I must say that A6 is my lucky number. I ran the obstacle course like super fast. The sec ones ‘ jaws all dropped. They were like “eh 16 secs leh!!” and so on so forth. Fast running is besides the point. I just want to get in!!!!!! 16secs leh. They could at least make a place. But they didn’t. So fat hope MAG. Boo hoo hoo. I wanna cry. Luckily I never burst into tears in front of Mrs J. or I won’t be writing now coz I did be hiding underground. Or taking refuge in Anne Frank’s secret house or something. Bleah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew I was sec 2. So I was undercover. Hehheh. I made a friend from sec 1 called Christina. She’s in 112. So sad she didn’t get chosen. She’s very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still hope Mrs J. will change her mind. After all it isn’t everyday that a tracker comes to netball right? Sorry I was just dreaming. I think Hemin will pop champagne after reading this post. She will be 辛灾乐祸-ing. Sher Meen will grin like an idiot and also辛灾乐祸. Boo hoo hoo. Those unsympathetic people. Hehe. I think I will switch to runs. I think I can help track to win more medals then. And we will feel like winners from our heads to our toes. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-703444281833069090?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/703444281833069090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=703444281833069090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/703444281833069090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/703444281833069090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-all-i-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6327231063047331098</id><published>2008-01-04T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:48:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my dear fans and friends. MAG is back and better than ever. I couldn’t bear not blogging for a long time so yes I am back. Cheer okay? Oh I am in 208 now and it is real cool. Yay. Better than 107. The class is more friendly. I got a new dance partner. Inez lah. Whoo. I think we are goofy together. My form is quite okay and funny. I think I will run for vice chair this year. Hope I can garner support from my friendly classmates. &lt;br /&gt;I am quite in a dilemma now coz I am going for netball trials tomorrow but can’t really make up my mind whether I can bear to leave track. I was hounded by track friends who know I am going for netball trials. There are varying responses from my pals. Sher Meen pounded me on my back and called me a traitor. It was quite scary seriously. It’s like I am the new object of hate. Oh no. And Shawna miraculously found out and gave me an earful. Boy. I am so sandwiched. Aargh. I feel like Judas Iscariot all of a sudden. My dear Xin Yi was super mild when I told her about my decision. It was as if it didn’t concern her. Feeling a bit surprised, I asked her if she would cry if I leave the Jumps team. She was like “No, I don’t think so.” Her rationale was violence won’t solve the problem. Whoa. Matured man.  I didn’t know Xin Yi was so erm… not emo. Oh right. Not as emo as me. &lt;br /&gt;I think I will be the one crying the most if I leave. Haha. I was planning that I would write a long emo letter to Ms Yu if I leave. I would say sorry for quiting and rave about her patience which is true. I think it will be difficult to leave Ms Yu behind. She’s a nice coach. Awfully nice and she always tells me not to strain myself. I don’t think other coaches are so caring. I am so sad. I wonder if I can still be friends with my fellow trackers if I leave. It’s so difficult to ascertain the outcome. I am so confused. &lt;br /&gt;Shawna made me think twice about leaving track when she said I was a fast runner. She was full of admiration for my 18.2s plus timing for 120m. I raced with Natalie Wee and a few people and came in second. I didn’t think that was good actually. But her compliment really made my day and I was again forced to regret my actions. Anyway, I will still try for netball and see the outcome. There are like 69 people going for the first trial and only 10 places. Gosh. That is difficult. Plus I am sec 2 now. And that is bad. I am torn apart by hopes and friendship. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6327231063047331098?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6327231063047331098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6327231063047331098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6327231063047331098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6327231063047331098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-my-dear-fans-and-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6311314045675322692</id><published>2007-08-29T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:53:14.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyo mofos!! Howdy!! I haven't blogged for a long time coz my father blocked MSN, blogger and Friendster. Almost all means of communication with the outside world. Sigh. I managed to figure out a way to blog and chat. hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an enjoyable day out with my old fwens from Nanyang. 7 chatty ex-classmates + lots of stories = fun + noise!! The guys couldn't come but it was still as fun. Hannah and I ctached up loads and poked fun at our teachers!! Hehe. Ms Lim looked like a poodle with her new hairdo, Po Dan still looked as rotten as ever, Mr Ting and his ever smiley face, Xiao Yang now with specs (!!!), Ms Chan in a skirt (an affair which is rarer than seeing a total solar eclipse) Mrs Chee back from Perth and yes, Li Lao Lao who can't probably dunno who I am... My dear Li Lao Lao claimed she knew me but I dun actually think she knows me at all. I rmbed in P5 she called me Ah Girl when she had jus taught me the year before. LOL. She either has a superb memory now or had a memory lapse when we were P5. She couldn't bear to say she didn't recognise me. Plus now I am prettier... Diao...  I wear contacts and grew a little taller although I am still comparatively shorter than my fellow schoolmates... Sobsob... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Coro for a late lunch. Charlene recommended us to eat at a weird named eating house there called 'Werrybee' or something like that. I actually thought the shop was called 'Marry me'. LOL. I am hard of hearing. Forgive me. I had a baked cheese rice which was a bit odd tasting but the good company relieved me of some discomfort. I couldn't drink bubbletea there coz the shopkeeper didn't allow outside food and drinks. We chatted for almost an hour before departing. We chatted about teachers and everything under the stars. We exchanged info about our schools. Teachers were discussed most often. Haha. Hannah is still as comical as ever. We two are totally noisy. Hehehe. I dunno what to say next so I should say bye bye. I wish now that Borealis can come online earlier instead of 9.45 to 10 plus. I wanna talk to someone matured like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6311314045675322692?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6311314045675322692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6311314045675322692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6311314045675322692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6311314045675322692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyo-mofos-howdy-i-havent-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1062419827420542324</id><published>2007-08-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:04:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes Yes!!!!!!! I so LOVE Vicks The Vapour Drop!!!! Muackies!!! I am soooo ecstatic!! All I can think of is YES YES YES! I can't stop smiling. Aiyo. You still dunno why I am so happy? Ok. That's okay. If you have seen under the "Craves' column of my blog, there is a wish which states something like "SHE will add me on MSN XD". Yah. That wish jus came true. Hoots hoots! She saw my beloved Vicky's awfully corny email and decided to be nice and added her. At the same time she added me. So well, mebbe she still believes in corny stuff. That's because she cares for us!! Like yayness. I hope we didn't 'cheat' on her kindness coz like Vicky's emotional state improved by leaps and bounds but she still wrote the email as though she felt it was the end of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo.  We fooled Mr De Souza the last time into thinking Vicks and I were fighting when we were perfectly fine and still crapping about as usual. Sometimes teachers worry too much. Worrywarts. I am trying real hard to be happy and jus kick it all down. I don't want anyone who worry about me or lose sleep over my mountains of problems. Like she doesn't have enough of her own and craves for more. I want her to rest assured that MAG The MAGNIFICENT has recovered from her emotional trauma. Hopefully in good time she won't worry anymore about me. I can't stand it when people think of the all the time. I feel awfully guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1062419827420542324?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1062419827420542324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1062419827420542324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1062419827420542324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1062419827420542324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-yes-yes-i-so-love-vicks-vapour-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1071900217143233603</id><published>2007-08-11T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:11:34.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay I am getting more matured by the minute. I think calmly now and try not to be so dramatic when I speak of things which are emotionally-charged. I try to accept myself the way I am and change myself. It is easier to change yourself then change others. But when people see your change, they change too!! How great. I changed someone's poor opinion of me jus by showing my soft side. I don't usually like showing the not-so-tough side of me. That's why people think I am strong and independent. Actually, it is nice when you show your soft side. It makes you more approachable. Yayness. Being not so kiddy is kinda cool. I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1071900217143233603?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1071900217143233603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1071900217143233603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1071900217143233603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1071900217143233603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-i-am-getting-more-matured-by-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-685714888129484341</id><published>2007-08-11T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:54:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my only hope... ... The music video is a weepy although the parents smile when they are arguin'... ... The overall feeling is brought out. Great video. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWD1vGy6SAA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWD1vGy6SAA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-685714888129484341?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/685714888129484341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=685714888129484341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/685714888129484341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/685714888129484341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-my-only-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4814203871835421058</id><published>2007-08-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:59:07.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to the person who sent this song to me. Thanks for treating me nice all these weeks. I love you. Hmms... I apologise that I can't comprehend the underlying themes. I only know that the mood is haunting and bittersweet. Sorry sorry. I am a relationship dunce as I mentioned. Forgive my inability to comprehend your thoughts. But I still appreciated the thought. Your concern for me is subtle yet apparent. I dunno how to put it in a posh way like you can, but... oh nevermind. I am bad with words. All I can say is really, you made me stronger. Because you made my world have twice as many stars in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I shall print out the lyrics and annotate in class. Mebbe I can get some inspiration??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4814203871835421058?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4814203871835421058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4814203871835421058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4814203871835421058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4814203871835421058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-to-person-who-sent-this-song-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2504627758371602357</id><published>2007-08-10T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:45:15.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihi. A teacher sent this to me. I dunno the meaning behind it but nevermind. It is a haunting melody. This is my first time listening to not so loud songs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0hTJF7xqV0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0hTJF7xqV0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soul Meets Body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;And let the sun wrap its arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing&lt;br /&gt;And feel, feel what its like to be new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station&lt;br /&gt;Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations&lt;br /&gt;So they may have a chance of finding a place&lt;br /&gt;where they’re far more suited than here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot guess what we'll discover&lt;br /&gt;When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels&lt;br /&gt;But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s&lt;br /&gt;And not one speck will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;But if the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;But if the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2504627758371602357?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2504627758371602357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2504627758371602357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2504627758371602357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2504627758371602357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/death-cab-for-cutie-lyrics-soul-meets.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3659582373072752772</id><published>2007-08-10T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:44:33.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so furious that I am trembling with rage inside me. Who does he think he is? Huh? Budging his way into my life, making me feel like I am walking on broken glass. I hate him. He’s a tyrant. He doesn’t know anything about me. He only knows my name but he thinks he can boss me around and tell me how I should live my life. Don’t tell me what I should do. This is my life and wanna live it the way I like. &lt;br /&gt;I told him about the Apple and Orange case and instead of applauding me for caring for a troubled friend; he thinks I should keep away from her. No. I will not. Even  though she is in the wrong, I want her to feel that there is still someone who cares for her. Her parents think what she says are just a jokes. Sometimes parents are fools to dismiss things that their children say. But my parents are the opposite. They are tyrants and want me to do what they think can help me. They don’t know my problem but they assume the problem. They think I am going psycho and hallucinating about things. Hello? This was all an act. It was jus to warn them not to take me for granted. They didn’t see the point. My rotten father even uninstalled my MSN coz they think MSN is giving me all the problems when I talk rubbish online. &lt;br /&gt;That’s why I say they are overdoing it. The more they try to control me, the more I will rebel. I have downloaded MSN again. They won’t know.  That’s why the world doesn’t understand me. That shows how well I wear my mask. Haha. Only one person sees the real me. I admire her for that. She must be brilliant to see through my mask. She is the only one who understands. Even now my mum no longer understands. My world isn’t for oldies like them. They are living in another era. The problem is them and they can’t feel. I jus want my father to get out of my life. I want to live my life my way and not being under their thumb all the time. &lt;br /&gt;And how dare they say my friends confide in me only coz I am jus one of the black sheep? Apple and orange are my sworn sisters and I will never forget our sworn sisterhood. Once sisters, forever sisters.  I always longed for a big sis, but never had one. My search is over. I found someone who treats me like her kid sister. I like that. I want someone come take me home coz it’s a damn cold night out here. Take me by the hand take me somewhere new. My bro doesn’t understand. Boys never do. Plus he’s jus a 9 year old. He doesn’t know what is going on but always shows to much unnecessary concern. I don’t need his concern. He can save his ravings for himself. I don’t show many emotions so people misinterpret me. &lt;br /&gt;I was looking through someone’s Friendster last night. I saw her testimonials and comments. They were mostly from her sister and cousins. It struck me that my family and relatives would never remember my birthday or jus post a comment on Friendster on my bday.  They go all out to bring me to fancy restaurants to eat. But that’s not what I want. I don’t need them to spend their whole bank account on my birthday dinner. I jus want to eat somewhere where we can talk without getting angry and raising our voices. There is something I observe about my family. We always eat at restaurants and hotels but we aren’t one bit happy. We can sit in a hotel eating the most expensive dish on the menu but yet don’t feel blessed that we can eat those foods. Other people eat at KFC and feel happy. Isn’t it ironical? This goes to show that wealth doesn’t bring us happiness. I know it isn’t wrong to have more money. But I suddenly hate our wealth coz it’s tearing us apart. &lt;br /&gt;My father is always trying to earn big bucks, rent out our apartment for exorbitant amounts to make profits and all other money issues. But in the process, he is so caught up with money that he has lost the feelings of empathy, compassion and care. All he thinks of is ‘That tenant could bring us a fortune’. I hate this world full of money talks. It’s just an idiot’s parade.  &lt;br /&gt;And now my father wants to transfer me out of Raffles. He doesn’t consider what I will miss if I transfer. He doesn’t know that things are not as simple as you wanna get out and jus call it quits. He doesn’t consider how I would feel if I lost sense of belonging and my friends overnight. I jus found someone who truly knows me and he wants to tear me away from her. I HATE him. He thinks I am getting too smart for him that’s why he feels inferior. He can’t even solve a Arithmetic problem which I can easily. The last time I told my family about Epimiological Transition, and Singapore being in the Age of Delayed  Degenerative and man-made diseases, he thought I was acting smart. He said I didn’t need to tell him what I learnt in the Cardiology book mum got for me on my birthday. He looked down on me when he heard I was gonna get a specialist book on cardiology. He thought it was too deep for my understanding. He scoffed at me. So I told him what I learnt from the introduction chapter to prove that I wasn’t dumb. And it already blew him away. What a loser who can still look down on his daughter. &lt;br /&gt;He says I am getting too smart for him. He hates it when I can explain Chemistry and he can’t. He feels lousy coz he took Chemistry until JC and doesn’t even remember how many electrons a Sulphur atom has. I think my intelligence is driving a wedge between me and my family. I should better not show them my intellect. I gonna talk like an average 13 year old who doesn’t know anything about Chemistry and cardiology. &lt;br /&gt;Mebbe next time I will still have a chance to study Cardiology and save people with heart problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3659582373072752772?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3659582373072752772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3659582373072752772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3659582373072752772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3659582373072752772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-so-furious-that-i-am-trembling.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2182346162630136171</id><published>2007-08-08T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:24:08.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM HERE FOR ONLY ONE GOOD REASON. I AM PISSED AT A MEAN BITCH IN THE CLASS WHO THINKS THAT MS TAY SUCKS AND SHE THINKS ME AND ZIYU ARE BOOTLICKERS FOR TELLING THE TRUTH. I DON"T CARE IF THIS IS GONNA BE A PERSONAL ATTACK ON HER. SHE FLIRTS WITH MR D AND STILL SAYS THAT BY TELLING THE 'BIASED TRUTH', WE ARE SUCKING UP TO MS TAY. HULLO? SHE GOT SOME SCREW LOOSE. I AM SUCH A NICE PERSON AND I DON"T NEEDA FLIRT SO SHAMELESSLY TO GET MY WAY. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. SO I WARN YOU TO KEEP YOUR UNWANTED COMMENTS OF MS TAY TO YOURSELF. I AM SOUNDING AWFULLY PROTECTIVE BUT THAT'S THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT HER. QUIT YOUR ACT OF BEING THE INNOCENT GAL NEXT DOOR. COZ YOU ARE NOT. YOU ARE MEAN TO THE CORE. HOW DARE YOU SPEAK EVIL OF PEOPLE BEHIND THEIR BACKS. AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, IF YOU THINK THAT TELLING THE TRUTH IS TO BOOTLICK MS TAY, I HAVE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOUR 'LOGIC'. BY THE WAY, SHU XIAN IS IN THE WRONG AND SHE IS DEFINITELY NOT COURAGEOUS TO OPEN HER MOUTH AND IMPLICATE SOMEONE JUS TO SAVE HER SKIN. SHE IS A COWARD. HAHA. WHAT A PARADOX. AND IF YOU THINK WE DUNNO, IN CLASS YOU SMILE LIKE AN IDIOT TO MS TAY AND THEN YOU BACK STAB HER. KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY FELLOW NANYANG FAMILY SCHOOLMATE. IF YOU WANNA FIGHT, COME LOOK FOR ME. I WILL GIVE YOU MY NAME CARD. JUS CALL AND HOPE I ANSWER YOUR CALL. I AM VERY BUSY SO YOU GOTTA BOOK AN APPOINTMENT FOR A FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANT IS YOU TO BUZZ OFF AND LEAVE HER ALONE. GOT IT? IF YOU THINK SHE HURTS YOUR FRAGILE EGO BY SAYING THAT YOUR ANSWER IS WRONG, THEN I THINK THE PROBLEM LIES WITH YOUR BIG EGG HEAD AND YOUR GARGANTUAN EGO. YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE WRONG. MS LEONG WAS NICE TO SAY THAT YOU WERE ALMOST THERE. BUT THAT WAS NOT THE TRUTH. EVEN THOUGH THE TRUTH HURTS, KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR INABILITY IS STILL BETTER THAN SELF DENIAL. SHOWS THE COWARD YOU ARE. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT AFRAID TO GO AGAINST THE CLASS' OPINIONS. I HOLD MY IDEALS STRONGLY AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE ME. I PROCLAIM THIS TO YOU. I LOVE MS TAY AND SHE SHOULD NOT SUFFER. MUST I REITERATE THAT JUS IN CASE YOU SUCK AT COMPREHENSION?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2182346162630136171?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2182346162630136171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2182346162630136171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2182346162630136171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2182346162630136171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-here-for-only-one-good-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1273985902854045878</id><published>2007-08-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:32:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my new found fav song. I listened to it 10 times on the bus to school. I am nuts. I jus like the tune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte- Victims of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh eoh oh oh oh (x6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I tried to warn you&lt;br /&gt;You play with fire, it's gonna burn you&lt;br /&gt;And here we are now, same situation&lt;br /&gt;You never listen, I never listen&lt;br /&gt;Now I am thinking of a way that I can make an escape&lt;br /&gt;It's got me caught up in a web and my hearts the prey&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna throw your heart away, away, away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's hurt somebody before&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been wound by somebody before&lt;br /&gt;You can change but you'll always come back for more&lt;br /&gt;It's a game and we are all just victims of love.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fight it, victims of love&lt;br /&gt;You can't decide it, victims of love &lt;br /&gt;Oh eoh Oh oh Oh, victims of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh eoh Oh oh Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've back tracked, you're running away &lt;br /&gt;'cause it just happened again and you just want it to end&lt;br /&gt;You're trying your best not to let yourself go cold, so cold.&lt;br /&gt;Now you think about the things you thought you wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;But when you open up your mouth it don't come out that way&lt;br /&gt;Are you really gonna throw your heart away, away, away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's hurt somebody before&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been wound by somebody before&lt;br /&gt;You can change but you'll always come back for more&lt;br /&gt;It's a game and we are all just victims of love.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fight it, victims of love&lt;br /&gt;You can't decide it, victims of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh eoh oh oh Oh, victims of love &lt;br /&gt;Oh eoh oh oh Oh, victims of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I tried to warn you&lt;br /&gt;You play with fire, it's gonna burn you&lt;br /&gt;And here we are now, same situation,&lt;br /&gt;You never listen, I never listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's hurt somebody before&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been hurt by somebody before&lt;br /&gt;You can change but you'll always come back for more&lt;br /&gt;It's a game and we are all just victims of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's hurt somebody before&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been hurt by somebody before&lt;br /&gt;You can change but you'll always come back for more&lt;br /&gt;It's a game and we are all just victims of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fight it, victims of love&lt;br /&gt;You can't decide it, victims of love &lt;br /&gt;Oh eoh Oh oh Oh, victims of love &lt;br /&gt;Oh eoh Oh oh Oh, victims of love.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1273985902854045878?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1273985902854045878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1273985902854045878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1273985902854045878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1273985902854045878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-my-new-found-fav-song.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-429360192340190315</id><published>2007-08-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:22:40.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so relieved to hear that ZiYu and I will not get booked bcoz we told the truth. I am really very grateful to Ms Tay, Mr Lau and Mr D. I think the punishment is quite light judging to the seriousness of the offence. Thanks a dozen to all teachers involvd in fighting for our class. I am jus wondering how Ms Tay knows all the stuff we never tell. I think she is really good at analysing facial expressions and all. Like her knowledge of me surpasses my own self knowledge. It freaks me out to know how little I know myself. I actually deny many things about myself. But through her I see me. I dunno how to describe but I think she is the eyes to my inner self. The self I hide from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is kinda hypnotic as in once you talk to her, you start telling every single bit of yourself. You subconsciously have the urge to let it go. She gives ppl the feel-good sensation. It's odd that I don't really know her but she knows me like inside out. I think I better stay more mysterious. Her perfect knowledge of me is driving me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I was one whom ppl thought they knew very well, but it wasn't usually the case. A friend thinks I am strong thorughout many blows but actually I am jus partipating in Life's Eternal Masquerade. You may think that after being someone you are for a long time, you lose the real you. Nono. It's different for me. I know who I am inside and I am proud of it. I am jus a piece of handiwork stitched together but so broken up inside. I have learnt not to cry on the outside anymore. I may smile but I hurt beneath the skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating in Life's Eternal Masquerade is a tedious and skillful process. You need loads of control and the ability to be someone you are not. One word of caution: don't lose yourself in the process coz this is irreversible. We are not dealing with Chemical Bonding here. Jus beware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-429360192340190315?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/429360192340190315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=429360192340190315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/429360192340190315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/429360192340190315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-so-relieved-to-hear-that-ziyu-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1091856280429819867</id><published>2007-08-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:26:36.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno why I had a sudden compulsion to tell Ms Tay all my family woes. It has been bottled up inside me Everyone thinks that I am close to being a perfect teen. They are so far away. I am not okay. I told Ms Tay about my belief that life is jus a masquerade. She seemed very fascinated to know why. It is like the first time she heard of this. She agreed that sometimes life is a masquerade coz you don't show the real side of you. But for me, I wear a mask all the time. That's why I am frank but not really fank. As in I don't tell people much of myself. They think they know me but they are wrong. I don't like people knowing me too well. It freaks me out knowing that someone out there knows your every little secret. Ms Tay seemed to guess many things about me. Sometimes I don't even realise it. That's why I know myself yet it is not really so. She doesn't think I am rude jus a little impulsive and yeah. I dunno how she found out all this stuff. She keeps telling me not to be so tense up about how others feel about me. But other's opinions really matters to me. I told Ms Tay I am very conscious of what she thinks of me. She jus smiles and tells me to relax. I can't seem to relax when the whole world is upon my shoulders. She sees that I care alot about many little things and that's why I feel very burdened coz I carry many loads. I tell her that other people's probs are bigger than mine so I push mine aside and help others first. She feels that I should not nglect me, myself and I. She thinks that if you help yourself then you can help others. Mine is a different case. I am not an average kid. That's why I must save my fellow classmates and friends becoz it distracts me temporarily from my own problems. I have decided not to tell her my blog. I don't want her to know how I feel.I shall tell her what I think she should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1091856280429819867?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1091856280429819867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1091856280429819867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1091856280429819867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1091856280429819867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dunno-why-i-had-sudden-compulsion-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2495174265694323991</id><published>2007-08-03T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:36:20.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you have told the truth, do not fear of punishment. And if you have not, I appeal for you to do so. It is better than living in the shadow of your mistakes. In the rear view mirror, you can see your wrong doings even though others don't. Do you know that just because of a deliberate lie from Suzie, she has hurt many feelings and Ms Tay's especially. She was emotionally disturbed that our class just pushed the blame to her when we did wrong. She was disappointed and it was apparent from the look on her face. I knew Ms Tay doesn't deserve this. That's why I told her the truth about what the class was watching. She was grateful to ZiYu and I. I am glad I have told her the truth and cheered her up a little with the knowledge that someone still cares for her. She discussed the matter with us and her feelings were expressed clearly from her uncharacteristically animated actions as well as the look on her face. Her voice was quavering and she looked as though she was going to cry. Poor thing. I prayed that she didn't cry in front of all of us. And my prayer was answered. I don't want her to feel worse than she already is. I empathise with her because the last time the class was all against me and I couldn't talk without allowing people to look beyond my smiling demeanour. The look on her face pains me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assembly, we were reprimanded as a class before those who were involved were scolded a second time. Ms Tay was there, looking real uneasy. She kept looking down. Mr Lau found out that we were not watching what Ms Tay showed us, and said that it was disrespectful to drop anyone's name to make them the fall gal. He was furious that we deceived him on purpose and even did not dare to own up. I can't believe how cold blooded Suzie is. She can push all the muck to Ms Tay and still deny vehemently that she was not the one. And she doesn't see what's wrong with implicating Ms Tay. She can lie without batting an eyelid. Ms Tay once told me about how some people do wrong and push their conscience away. I guess it would be an apt description of what Suzie did. I am proud that Ms Tay did the right thing to tell Mr Lau the truth of what we told her. She knew that I knew she told. She gave me that funny look as if saying 'I had to tell...'. It is a relief that she told the truth because subconsciously I wanted her to tell Mr Lau the truth, jus that I couldn't bring myself to it. I am not courageous enough. But I have learnt how to stay calm and not look emotionally disturbed when getting scolded. Many people were sniffing or on the verge of breaking down. We wrote our statements and I wrote all that I knew. Including the part where I told Ms Tay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a lot to say to Ms Tay, jus that the time wasn't right and by the time I felt brave enough to say something, Mr D. told me that she had gone for a meeting which was gonna be long. He asked if I had a message to pass to her. I said yeah but I had to tell her privately. He said ok. In the end, by God's grace, I saw him again walking towards the Staff Room.I called out to him and told him that I would like him to pass a message to Ms Tay. I told him to tell Ms Tay that Magdalene says sorry for being so dramatic yesterday and I wanted to apologise to her on behalf of the class. He nodded and knew I had more to say. I jus couldn't bring myself to say more. When I see Ms Tay on Monday, I will jus apologise again coz I dunno how many times must I apologise to show I really am. The world is much too complicated for 13 years and 4 days old kid. I realised that when I grow older, 'sorry' isn't the hardest word to say. Mebbe it's because I didn't tell her face to face. I will challenge myself to say that to her. Nono. I have done enough. I don't want to appear to be so guilty when I am not. I am gonna forget about what happened and still talk to Ms Tay normally. This things take time. Don't rush this. It may be overwhelming for Ms Tay at first but let's give her time. Time is the best healer of wounds. I sound matured suddenly. So long for being 13 and 4 days old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering if knowledge hurts more than ignorance. If Ms Tay hadn't found out that Suzie implicated her, will she be as hurt? Or will she be hurt because she took our class' rap? Is sacrifice better than saving your own skin?? I really dunno. I wanted to ask her face to face but I just realised I would be awfully frank again. I hope I quit being so frank. I HATE BEING FRANK. I HATE WEARING MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE AND LETTING THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD KNOW WHEN I AM UPSET. MAG, quit your straight-from-heart self. It doesn't work in the 21st century. BTW, if you have any objections about me trying to quit this 'heartfeltness', save your breath. I have made up my mind to play in life's eternal masquerade. byebye the too-frank-for-good MAG. I won't miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided not to sign the sorry card to Ms Tay coz my conscience is clear and I see no need to apologise again and again. Jus prove to Ms Tay through our actions. Start small like cleaning up the classroom, showing her respect and being more friendly and warm to her. Many people are still very hostile to her.Plus Ms Leong wants me to tell the class that MS TAY DID NOT CAUSE MS LEONG TO LEAVE. LEAVING WAS ON MS LEONG'S OWN ACCORD. So don't make life difficult for Ms Tay. Jus try emphathising with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2495174265694323991?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2495174265694323991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2495174265694323991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2495174265694323991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2495174265694323991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-have-told-truth-do-not-fear-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6671128843941522764</id><published>2007-08-02T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:10:05.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling noble today. I have done the right thing and I am proud of it. It is definitely the least popular thing to do but I believe in doing what's right and not what's popular. Even if it means becoming public enemy number one. I confessed the truth to her and I have given her the big decision to decided whether or not to tell. It would be better for her to tell coz it will be easier on her conscience. But the decision and fate lies in her hands. I emphatise with her and I feel her hurt. I hope she won't take this to heart coz she will be getting more as time rolls on. She has to be strong. In RGS, it is the survival of the fittest. She should not be upset about the class who are out to spite her. After all, she still has people who are behind her. In the crowd, there will always be someone who will be there for you no matter what others might say. It takes great courage to stand up against the crowd, but when you do so, you will feel awesome. I therefore appeal for you people out there to do what's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6671128843941522764?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6671128843941522764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6671128843941522764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6671128843941522764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6671128843941522764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-feeling-noble-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-436349512512878531</id><published>2007-07-31T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:33:13.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my 13th birthday but I don't feel special at all. In fact, my mood is at an all-time low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, today was Ms Leong's last day at school and she disn't even tell us. I am so upset that we had to hear this important news from a thrid party. I am dissapointed. Fncy hearing atrocious news from the relief teacher, Ms Tay. Ms Tay is gonna take over everything Ms Leong was doing- Form teacher, Lit and English. She is strict but I know that is for our welfare. I shan't compare them. I dunno why I hate Ms Tay yet look up to her. It seems all mixed up. I dunno whether I should cry or laugh that she is gonna be our Form Teacher. At first, I dreaded the thought and was adamant on making her life difficult. But everytime she treats me special, always there with a cheery smile, I feel ashamed for reciprocating her warmness for lukewarmness. She sincerely wants to be nice to our class, shouldn't I and the class give her a chance? I decide to be nice to her from now on to make up for the glare I showed her today at lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cheerier note, I succeeded in teasing Mr Lau till her blushed. Haha. I asked him why he was late for lunch remedial. I suggested that he felt shy that he wore a pink shirt and it was indeed the case. He tried to tease me back by creating some lame stories about the wristbands on my pencil case. He is such a nutcase. I cracked loads of jokes with him and he kept demanding to know the significance of April 16th. LOL. I don't think he would like to know the answer. Heehee. It will keep him thinking. He tried to force an answer out of us by holding my mechanical pencil hostage but I grinned and said I would grab his phone if he didn't return it. It worked on him. He didn't believe I would really snatch his phone eh? I think he's kinda right. Actually the Prefect Master is kinda fun. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-436349512512878531?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/436349512512878531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=436349512512878531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/436349512512878531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/436349512512878531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-my-13th-birthday-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-460935939861719991</id><published>2007-07-30T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:35:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my birthday! Yahooness! Actually, it is exactly 34 mins to midnight. Nono. I am not staying up. I need my beauty sleep I was jus wondering if Robinson Crusoe is the symbol for Charlie Gordon. I am so into Lit. Gotta check it out with Ms Tay tomoro. Sighsigh. I jus realised my old seafaring pal, Sir Exams is gonna pop by any minute to drop in on me. Gosh. No wonder everyone's face is so taut and tense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing the observer this time and see whether history repeats itself on someone else. She is treated like a spare tyre, being made used of and still doesn't see it. I guess Charlie Gordon isn't the only one who is not aware of he false friends around. I shall not say anything for that person may think I am trying to spoil her happiness. I will jus wait and see. I know that girl isn't simple. We used to be good friends, so I know that she is not one whom you find easy to understand. You can say that she's your friend but you won't be able to find a suitable word to size her up coz in fact no one knows who she really is. She wears a mask jus like the one she adores. The mask is really a symbol of her. How appropriate the mask is. &lt;br /&gt;Life indeed is nothing but a masquerade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-460935939861719991?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/460935939861719991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=460935939861719991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/460935939861719991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/460935939861719991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/tomorrow-is-my-birthday-yahooness.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1038989792454048953</id><published>2007-07-29T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:18:31.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! Finally Shun talks to me after all this time. To Shun : "After all this years if you miss me have no fear. I will there waiting for you!" I miss the days when we were so innocent. Now we are like helpless babes fighting in a violent battle of the battle arena of life. She tells me all her troubles and it seems that I am the only one whom she confides in. She doesn't trust her girl friends. I have the same feeling too. That's why I have a blog. But most stuff have hidden meanings. I realised that many people need my help and yes I am off to give them the support they need. You can count on me coz I am Ever The Same. Hmms. How can I help her??? I may be terribly frank at times so it may be awkward if I ask her if she needs my help. Sigh. Time to be more tactful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1038989792454048953?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1038989792454048953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1038989792454048953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1038989792454048953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1038989792454048953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-finally-shun-talks-to-me-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2549270043264485080</id><published>2007-07-27T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:23:10.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a slippery day. And we still had to do PE on a slippery track. Barhhs... A few ppl slipped and fell. Poor ZiYu fell while jogging to J Block. I wonder if her foot is fine. I had a Lit session with Ms Tay after school. And we ended up chatting about our personal stuff in the middle of discussing Lit. I can't exactly remember how we started talking about friends. Yeah. I think it was because we were discussing the theme of the short story. I didn't know how much the convo digressed until I suddenly exclaimed "why am I telling you all this!". Sir Humphrey Malouey! I guess I found another random dudette. Yippee! Three cheers for random dudes! Ms Tay was trying to peek at my post its on my file. Haha. Some pep talk for me and some random emo song lines. I believe that being emo and wearing my heart on my sleeve is uber cool. Coz I wear my heart on my sleeve like abadge of courage. Byebye. I am trying my hand at starting convo with a certain someone I was jus disussing about. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2549270043264485080?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2549270043264485080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2549270043264485080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2549270043264485080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2549270043264485080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-slippery-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1383617216185146923</id><published>2007-07-25T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:27:32.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All in a day’s work. There has been an unexpected twist to the situation on our English and Lit teachers. Ms Tay is officially taking over Ms Leong for this year. Phew. What’s a relief. I half thought that we would have 3 different Lit teachers at the end of the year. Lolsies. The class kinda jus got used to the strict ‘Ms Tay’ style. Glad she’s strict or I won’t be kept in order. I have inappropriate outbursts of laughter at the wrong moments. I must be guai from now on coz Ms Tay gonna be our Form. I fear most that she comes to training and sees my ‘outside her class’ behavior. Not that I am uber angelic in her class though. Jus that I am me all through the day. I do my hw on time but I tend to laugh too much in class. Sigh. My bdae resolution: Quit laughing at wrong times. Hmms. 6 days to sweet 13.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1383617216185146923?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1383617216185146923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1383617216185146923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1383617216185146923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1383617216185146923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-in-days-work.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2900297687856277680</id><published>2007-07-20T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:23:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyhey guys I wanted to blog actually 2 days ago on Wed but I was bz and then I wasn't in the mood on Thursday. I am finally in the mood!! yayness! I am having cereal for lunch. Nono, I am not on diet. Jus that there is nuffin' better to eat in the pantry and fridge. I think I could do with some chocolate. (Proves my point that I am NOT dieting) At drama, we played 2 games, word tennis and 'hot seat', in which once you seat on the hot seat, you play a given character. I volunteered to play the part of a victim of bullying. I created a spectacular story of my plight. I portrayed myself as a victim who has a weak personality, rich, has many friends but desperately craves for a dose of family warmth. The character's parents are both working and have little time for her. She thus is singled out by a gang of tough thugs to be their carrier for drugs. She was also chosen for her large network of friends. The drama teacher said that my story was most exciting and unexpected for she expected something template like physical bullying. She said I had the thoughts of a writer process. That's jus what I am. She noticed that when I sometimes broke out of the character and asked if she was asking questions about me in real life. It was as though letting people know me is something fearful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come out with an interesting novel about a tormented youth named Charlotte. Ziyu thinks the plot is fascinating and she has the honour of being the first in having a sneak of my story. Another story is also about a youth, but this time it's a guy who is the perfect youth and son in other's eyes but he does not feel the same way about himself as others perceive him. Look out for more original stories by the one and only MAG The Magnificent!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2900297687856277680?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2900297687856277680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2900297687856277680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2900297687856277680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2900297687856277680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/heyhey-guys-i-wanted-to-blog-actually-2.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3860190244320560493</id><published>2007-07-15T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:25:09.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a queer dream involving Ms Yu last night. Then I realized that I missed her a lot even after the competition. It was sad to let her down after all the faith she had in me. In my dream I told her that I was gonna quit track and she was mighty shocked coz she thought that I loved jumping. I told her I could not juggle work and track so I would be quiting. She turned quiet suddenly and said that no matter what, she will support me all the way. I wonder if it will really happen in real life. Ms Yu, I miss you!! (I am a milk choc you see, dreamy and nostalgic… …)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3860190244320560493?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3860190244320560493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3860190244320560493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3860190244320560493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3860190244320560493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-had-queer-dream-involving-ms-yu-last.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4473890876727396777</id><published>2007-07-13T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:55:25.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's the newest kiddo on the block- the history pt. Groan. But it is a creative project and I got a brilliant idea as to what product to make. It is gonna be fun. Hall assembly was hilarious today as we enjoyed a dance performance which fused Chinese, Indian and Malay dance together. The last part of the performance was where the host taught us the uses of a sarong and how to wear one. She wanted some demonstrators from the audience and a male teacher to wear the guy sarong. Hahahahaha. Mr Lau sportingly went up. He was totally wackily hilarious. He wriggled into the blue sarong and wore it so high that we burst out laughing. The host wanted the demonstrators to do a pose in the sarong and he did exactly that- jus funnier. He did a 'cheese' sign and yeah really cheesy. Vicks The Vapour Drop and I were screaming our lungs out. LOL. It was a awfully weird affair. And then the host asked them to jump at the count of 3 and see whose sarong fell off first. So they jumped. It attracted loads of hysterical laughter. (Girls are very excitable creatures). Mr Lau did a awkward little bounce and the school laughed yet again. It was stress relief. Seriously. I think we laughed until our throats were so parched. Lolsies. Today I think Chem and Mr Lau was kinda weird. He made us listen to the "Chemistry Anthem" which was too, very giggle-worthy. Gtg! &lt;giggle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4473890876727396777?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4473890876727396777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4473890876727396777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4473890876727396777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4473890876727396777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-newest-kiddo-on-block-history-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-1372865912911654455</id><published>2007-07-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:39:31.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/De3stkqHX9M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/De3stkqHX9M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Laugh at Mr Ting getting dunked at the funfair. You can see him taunting the crowd when he suddenly splashed into the water. It is funny. hehe. Thanks Hannah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-1372865912911654455?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/1372865912911654455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=1372865912911654455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1372865912911654455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/1372865912911654455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3177413562601259049</id><published>2007-07-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:31:55.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Chem and History was out of the world! In Chem, we heated sulphur powder and iron fillings to produce iron(II) sulphate. The compound was dark grey with many air holes in it. It was brittle and hard. I think it is denser than water for it sinks in a test tube half filled with water. This entry is gonna be my Chem Journal so bear with me. I am like still so excited about today's lab activities. I am weird remember? History was cool coz Ms Tay is one coolio teacher. She looks pro, very pro. You would probably mistake her for a banker if you see her outside coz she like wearing business shirt looking shirts. Formal attire in other words. The wacky thing about her is that she can crack a joke without laughing at her own joke. The joke about 'writing anything under the sun' or rather 'writing anything under the Shang' was the joke of the day which relieved much tension. Thank God for Ms Tay's joke. Phew! Gotta go. Spidey sense is tingling real violently. Sorry I am a lunkhead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3177413562601259049?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3177413562601259049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3177413562601259049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3177413562601259049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3177413562601259049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-chem-and-history-was-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2612601095103867001</id><published>2007-07-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:35:51.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first time in a millenium that I came back early from school coz there wasn't track. A long time since I ate mum's cooking. Mum is contemplating whether to take up a diploma course in counselling or for children with special needs. Hmms... We are quite similar in looks ad nature. I too want to save the world like Spidey. I know the world is waiting for me to rescue them and deliver them from their suffering. I vow to do my best for mankind and heal the sick and suffering.Cool profession which requires loads of dtermination and commitment. Since Spidey is commited to being the frienly neighbourhood spider-man, I might as well be one of his allies. Yay. Pete will indeed be proud of me. Guess what? Mr Lau kinda read my spidey comics coz I left it open on my table during group work. He looked kinda queer reading a comic. A big guy like him still enjoys a good comic. Haha. I found another spidey fan. Cheers to spidey's fame! Chem is so cool. I love chem so much plus maths is fun too. Talking about maths, the maths lesson on friday is gonna be replaced by History. Oh boy. I think it's gonna be friedday instead. Ms Tay is feelin' better now, meaning she gonna blow. Oh I wish she could make a resolution not to scold cute kiddies like me =)anymore. If she can control herself from scolding us on the first week of school, it is possible for her not to scold us anymore. Won't History be more fun that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2612601095103867001?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2612601095103867001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2612601095103867001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2612601095103867001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2612601095103867001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-first-time-in-millenium-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-625594103983917741</id><published>2007-07-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:12:34.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Today was a day that started out like any other. But there was a sorta twist to a would-be gothic story. So well, there was an unexpected happy reunion with Siling and then I realised that God makes things beautiful in his time. No matter what, he will deliver you. Amen? Yeah baby. Well, I can be getting the best 13th year old bdae prezziea dudette can ever get.My fav- intangible stuff. My slogan: Take a deep breath and say yeah!! I got a song for my dear Vick The Vapour Drop. "All the Small Things" by Blink 182. Here's for Vicky, a loyal, trusty fwen. Haha. I told you before 'when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight'. The song line has indeed come true. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-625594103983917741?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/625594103983917741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=625594103983917741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/625594103983917741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/625594103983917741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-today-was-day-that-started-out-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6125344968623839096</id><published>2007-07-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:42:04.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel very tired but I can't sleep until I finish that maths pt. My brain is gonna have its major take off so you muz go and watch it. It will go 'bang' before whooshing to the sky. You get the picture. So long for imagery of my brain being a NASA rocket. My head is anything but clear.Projects, competition, homework, revision all piling on me. And my parents think I am so free. I wasted the whole weekend on all the worst things you could spend your time on. I wasted the whole afternoon at the stupid dentist at Bishan who talked incessantly and got parked at the subzero Bishan library coz my pop had to open the house for viewing. Plus now I can't come home to a home coz my home has turned into a showflat overnight. Talk about sian. And today, I wasted a whole afternoon eating 'seafood' lunch' with some needy ppl I dun even know. My mum is like nuts over charity and social stuff and she claims God is calling her to do it. Well, God called her not me right? Plus I sat next to an old Rafflesian at the table and she was comparing Raffles now and then. Boring. Yawn... It's not that I don't like doing charity. But please gimme a break. Don't you understand I HATE talking to unfamiliar ppl? Hello? I think you know me by now. I don't mind helping out at the Bukit Batok Preaching Point with the kids. I always do. They are cuter and more responsive not like the boring ones today. The seafood meal wasn't what you would call a seafood lunch. All meat no crabs. No meegoreng. Bother. Can ppl stop taking up my time?? GRRRRR. Now for the SL Project. Humph. I needa gummy. Chewier the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6125344968623839096?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6125344968623839096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6125344968623839096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6125344968623839096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6125344968623839096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-very-tired-but-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-5712852928804128984</id><published>2007-07-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:02:34.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jus to satisfy many friends' curiousity over my MSN nick 'Let me know that I have done wrong, when I have known this all along', this line is from Dirty Little Secrets by The All-American Rejects. It is my long time favourite song...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5712852928804128984?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5712852928804128984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5712852928804128984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5712852928804128984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5712852928804128984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/jus-to-satisfy-many-friends-curiousity.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-7431110235425205988</id><published>2007-07-06T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:15:41.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a Chemistry mood. My element is litium. How cool! I dun feel like sleeping but I can't focus on Maths. Sigh. Maths is a temperamental subject. You can't do Maths at any time you want. And this is the time when Maths eludes me. I finished my homework. Woots. But... there are loads to study for Geog. Bleah... Geog exam went fairly wel. Vicky hit the jackpot for two times running. I hope I do well coz I worked hard for it though my Geog sux. My spatial thinking is horrible but um my imagination is brilliantly active. I thought of the plot for my compo for the Pilot Pen Awards. Yay. An idea hit me hard on the bus home. See what a bus jouney can do for you! LOL. Our class shared a choc mousse cake bought by Debby. She gave our class a belated b'day prezzie. Our lass b'day was on the 1st of July coz we'e 107. I am very grateful to her for bringing our class together with the cake which we would otherwise have not. Our class seems lukewarm to the idea of throwing a farewell party for Ms Leong. I asked the class whether they wanted to hold a party in front of Ms Leong, but there was no enthusiastic response. In fact, there were no responses. It is kinda sad and now I understand what Mr D. said about our class W don't like hearing that our class is not bonded but the members aren't doing anything about it. They all jus stick in their cliques and ostracise many others who are 'uncool'. There is lots of strife bubbling in the class and I really dunno why this is happening. The sad truth of life. BTW, I am coming up with the life cycle of THE BEAN after the extremely successful comic flowchart on the life and times of MAG and HER. Watch out for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-7431110235425205988?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/7431110235425205988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=7431110235425205988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7431110235425205988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/7431110235425205988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/ei-am-in-chemistry-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4275832572155261507</id><published>2007-07-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:34:04.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wemoved places to day. There goes my comfort zone. Boo hoo hoo. No Mala and her Harry Potter craze and no more Sown and her singing of My Humps. Sigh. Why must all good things come to an end?? The weirdest thing is that all my friends are in my group and other people are in groups with their pals. There is a certain oddity in this arrangement. Hmms wonder what it is. The Maths teacher was all smiles today, very unlike the last few lessons when she pulled a ery long and mournful face. Possibly she has warmed up to our class and the noise. hehe. I am proud to be the main contributor during Maths. Maths is my favourite subject other than Science of course. It captivates me and fascinates me. I am still pondering about a certain Maths question.I can't stand it when I dunno the answer. Tomorrow is Geog SA. I gonna sleep early. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4275832572155261507?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4275832572155261507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4275832572155261507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4275832572155261507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4275832572155261507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/wemoved-places-to-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2118692602714355012</id><published>2007-07-02T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:36:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please lemme alone. Don't keep thinking that you can protect me. I tell you very clearly. I DON'T NEED YOUR CONCERN. QUIT TRYING TO BE MY GUARDIAN ANGEL. GET IT? GIMME SPACE, GET THE PICTURE? I don't care whether it's you or not. Jus don't look me up. I won't be in the phone directory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2118692602714355012?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2118692602714355012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2118692602714355012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2118692602714355012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2118692602714355012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-lemme-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-546263953075617377</id><published>2007-06-30T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:08:34.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Story of a Sad Bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be a social bee,&lt;br /&gt;Tickling her friends whenever she was free.&lt;br /&gt;She chuckled at all times,&lt;br /&gt;And loved the art of mime.&lt;br /&gt;She would stand proudly on her hinds,&lt;br /&gt;And wave her silvery wings to her kind.&lt;br /&gt;She swayed to the melodious wind,&lt;br /&gt;And bowed with flourish to the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was all in the past,&lt;br /&gt;Now her face is always downcast.&lt;br /&gt;Her antennas droop gloomily,&lt;br /&gt;And she sniffs not the fragrant blooms.&lt;br /&gt;Her bright yellow stripes have slimmed and no longer gleams,&lt;br /&gt;While her black stripes have plumped and bleakly beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drowns her sorrow in a snifter shimmering with brandy,&lt;br /&gt;And sheds a tear at her solitary reflection.&lt;br /&gt;No friends to give her directions,&lt;br /&gt;She feels as incomplete as a fraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She misses the hive of activity,&lt;br /&gt;But blames it on her over sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;She denies that she is doleful,&lt;br /&gt;Assuring herself that she is joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She buries herself in the rush of work,&lt;br /&gt;Painstakingly collecting pollen and nectar,&lt;br /&gt;But never once stopped to savour the sweetness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yearns to hear the buzz of her buddies,&lt;br /&gt;The croak of the froggies,&lt;br /&gt;The gossip of the nosey flowers,&lt;br /&gt;And the swishing of the grasses.&lt;br /&gt;She looks around but is greeted&lt;br /&gt;By a desolate meadow bowing sadly- defeated.&lt;br /&gt;She collapses forlornly, like a crumbling fortress,&lt;br /&gt;And weeps genuinely, unlike an actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest self-penned poem. Happy time annotating! It's difficult to annotate! Try your luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-546263953075617377?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/546263953075617377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=546263953075617377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/546263953075617377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/546263953075617377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-of-sad-bee-it-used-to-be-social.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-9074695793007018253</id><published>2007-06-30T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:51:42.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you still remember Xiao Yang, the goat looking teacher? Do you still remember Chan Mali Chan, the teacher with Pouty Lips? Do you still remember Po Dan who was the most awful teacher you could get? Do you remember Mr Ting, the Science teacher who cracked jokes all the time? Do you remember Ms Lim, the mousy litle teacher? Do you remember Zhang Lao Shi, the super nice Chinese teacher? Do you remember Mrs May Yeo, the English teacher who wore bright red shoes? Do you remember Tong Tong, the kind old Maths teacher? The memories all rushed back to me the minute I stepped into Nanyang. I found Jing Ting, Marcus Ee, Yibin, Hannah, Shin Huoy, Lan, Su-An and Dawn. My old pals. The jokes we shared in primary school were still funny, esp the nicknames we gave to the teachers. From Xiao Yang to Li LaoLao to Stone Face and more. All part of our fun. Yeah. We saw Drake. The male duck who quacks!! Same idiotic look on his face. We laughed upon seeing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms... I spent more than 40 dollars and mostof it was spent on foodie! MAG the Glutton. I had 4 otahs, 2 candy flosses, 1 choc bubble tea, a can of Pepsi chicken cutlet and chips, Raspbery, blackberry and oreo frozen ice cream (a weird concoction of mine. I wanted to taste how awful it was, but the purpose was defeated!!), marshmallow choc fondue and many yummy stuff. I ate so much that I cannot remember. hee hee. The funnest thing was budging into the Staff Room to catch up with the teachers. We um... saw Xiao Yang and her bf. They were eating Mee Siam at her desk when Jing and I became a gooseberry and spoilt their happy lunch. He is a Malaysian as she told me, and they make a cute pair. haha. He was from NTU like Xiao Yang. An engineer I presume. Jing giggled at the sight. We saw Ms Chan laughing loudly with some colleaugues. Jing and I didn't want to spoil her 'happy ending' so we thought, so we waited for her. Ms Chan, being clumsy, laughed so hard till she knocked Dozey, one of her collection of Dwarfs from Snow White. If you had known, she's a kid at heart. We asked her if she was still Ms Chan, and she said yeah. Sadly, she still haven't got a bf. 3 sighs for Ms Chan!! She consoled herself sayin' that even if she got married, she will still be Ms Chan to us. Yay!! Once Chan Mali Chan, forever Chan mali Chan!! She was pleased that I di well in Maths. Proud of her student. I told her to find a guy soon and she asked whether she should get one in the school? I said nah and asked her go to the police post and anyhow grab a guy. She started laughing hysterically and so did we. Can't imagine her with a police man!! She said she would grab any guy she sees. And happened she saw Josh later and she asked if she could marry him!! Lols. We tried to make him propose to her but he refused. Never give Ms Chan face. So evil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whole big gang of us went to tease the good old Limmy Pimmy aka Ms Lim the Mouse. We still call her Ms Lim although she's now married to Mr Brandon Ng. He looks like a bear. We were looking out for bears and she recommended her husband. We introduced ourselves as zookeepers looking for lost bears which recently escaped from the zoo due to the poor quality cages. She laughed like a mouse and then we saw two male teachers which looked like bears and we pointed them out to Ms Lim. She laughed and said we were bad. But it was funny nonetheless. We chatted about her getting pregnant and she kept evading the question. We told her Li lao lao's nick and she demanded good naturedly if she had one too. She didn't have one, but two instead. Limmy Pimmy and Stone Face. Hannah laughed uproariously and so did the rest. My creation. I told her that we shouted for encore when she kissed Mr Ng at her wedding. She said she heard it. hehe. Didn't expect that. It was a thing I'll never forget. And Shin Huoy saw Ms Lim's 'Ms Beautiful' sash and crown from last year's teacher's day. We saboed her!! She was extremely shy about that. And we saw the sketch Jody drew of her. I teased her about the pom pom hair in her sketch. She said mebbe Jody liked her to have pom pom hair. lols. Now for the art auction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Sin Huoy and I went to the art auction to look for Xiao Yang. She was there introducing art pieces done by our very own Nanyang students. We gave her a surprise. Tong tong was there too. We agreed to pretend that we didn't know her and went to stand next to her. Josh dumbly said hi to her so loudly. Groan. Boys are so whatever.Tong tong is still as cute as ever in her own unique way. I guess we're all fond of her. She asked us about Raffles and the Principals. Shin Huoy liked Mrs Deborah Tan and told Tong Tong about Mrs Shirley Tan's slow speaking. Tong Tong laughed and said we were evil. &gt;&lt;. Muahaha. We watched the auction and it was pathetic, Ain't kidding. The bidders didn't bid enthuly. Defeats the purpose rite? Ms Nabilah and another teacher were the auctioneers. They had to look pathetic to get ppl to bid. They smiled goofily and told the ppl that the money was for children. So despo looking. hehe. They joked that they were childish caused they hang out with children too much. Humph.You mean we're childish? Humph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was still as funny as ever. The same hairstyle and all. Guess what? The teachers became dunkees at the dunkin' machine. Mr Ting was the dunkee. Haha. I laughed so loudly and pointed at him. He looked awfully drenched. Fancy the Head Master becoming a dunkee!! The sight of him dripping with water makes me laugh. An ex student called Clement threw the ball at him instead of the lever. Mr Ting was furious. What a bad boy. Humph. Mr Ting will always be the nicest Science teacher. He's fun and strict at the same time, jus like Ms Tay. She's uber cool. I love her professional-looking jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my primary school days, and I wish I could relive the fun we shared together. But you know, it's time to say it, it's hard to say it "Good bye, Good bye".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-9074695793007018253?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/9074695793007018253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=9074695793007018253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/9074695793007018253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/9074695793007018253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-still-remember-xiao-yang-goat.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-697482522808147889</id><published>2007-06-27T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:37:15.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is jus the beginning of a series of bad breaks. Why does my life so melancholic?? It seems as though there is no light at the end of the tunnel. WHY? Is everything going wrong? You may think I am happy but I am not gonna be kay. Remember the times when you used to be happy? It seems so far away. I am tired of sunset, wanna see sunrise. It is difficult coping in Raffles. It isn't the homework that drives me nuts. It is the people here and there. They are always bitching and one day she's your friend, then the next day she's staring right past you. Get the picture? My friend, she has changed a great deal. I guess I am the only fool standing here and wondering why everyone is passing me by. Some friends always wanna act that all is fine, they're sitting on the fence, hoping for something happy to fall from the sky. That unfortunately doesn't exist right smack in Raffles. There's no use waiting for people to make friends with you. It really starts from you. I will fight for happiness, whatever it takes. First step, look up an old friend with whom I felt truely blessed with. Misunderstandings shouldn't stand in my way. I won't let this teenage crisis affect my studies. Not worth it. Always remember never to elude yourself that you are happy when you are not. Why must all good things come to an end???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-697482522808147889?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/697482522808147889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=697482522808147889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/697482522808147889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/697482522808147889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-jus-beginning-of-series-of-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-5559160085943508048</id><published>2007-06-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:00:26.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 mins, 3 mins, 2 mins, 1 min... ... Midnight!!! Good morning Vicky!! Rise and shine you sleepy head. I stayed up 4 extra mins to allow Vicky to wish me a good morning. haha. You thought it was a new millenium right?? hehe. Happy New Year!! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-5559160085943508048?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/5559160085943508048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=5559160085943508048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5559160085943508048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/5559160085943508048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-mins-3-mins-2-mins-1-min.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-609877863701707097</id><published>2007-06-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:45:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Farewell holidays, school is here!! Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Can I ever sigh enough times to show my degree of sianess?? School= hardwork+ mugging+ problem-solving+ lack of sleep+ becoming moody+ facing 009+ project n homework galore+ inedible canteen food. Now you understand why I am sighing. There I go. Sigh. On a chirpier side, there's gonna be a time for some wacky ideas. I gonna make hell lots of noise for the teachers and hang out with Vicky and Inc. Talking of school, there's still the chinese letter writing SA and the Geog SA. Mebbe not so chirpy after all. Bleah. I got eyebags liao!! Talk about prematured aging. BAH. I need MTM. The Jap cosmetic stop helping to get rid of eyebags. It will indeed come in useful. But... ... needa find a sponsor. The school!!! hehe. haha. Vicky needs some cheerin' up. Looks like I am left to do the job... ... AGAIN.But... every time she sees my cute face she cheers up. (No pukin' please!) Yawn...gonna turn in for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-609877863701707097?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/609877863701707097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=609877863701707097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/609877863701707097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/609877863701707097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/farewell-holidays-school-is-here-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3527835066561742664</id><published>2007-06-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:24:39.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this song by chance when all the songs in my iPod poofed coz I accidentally deleted it. I desperately downloaded some songs into my iPod to keep it full and goin'. Here is a song I find quite memorable although this is written in an ex-convict's point of view and some stuff doesn't apply (I hope!). Go listen to it.It's nice. Nickelback rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Photograph" by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do it makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;How did our eyes get so red&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is on Joey's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I grew up&lt;br /&gt;I think the present owner fixed it up&lt;br /&gt;I never knew we'd ever went without&lt;br /&gt;The second floor is hard for sneaking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I went to school&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time had better things to do&lt;br /&gt;Criminal record says I broke in twice&lt;br /&gt;I must have done it half a dozen times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back and try to graduate&lt;br /&gt;Life's better now then it was back then&lt;br /&gt;If I was them I wouldn't let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the old arcade&lt;br /&gt;Blew every dollar that we ever made&lt;br /&gt;The cops hated us hangin' out&lt;br /&gt;They say somebody went and burned it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;And sing along with every song we know&lt;br /&gt;We said someday we'd find out how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To sing to more than just the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's the first girl I kissed&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous that I nearly missed&lt;br /&gt;She's had a couple of kids since then&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her since god knows when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that town&lt;br /&gt;I miss the faces&lt;br /&gt;You can't erase&lt;br /&gt;You can't replace it&lt;br /&gt;I miss it now&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;So hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I relive those days&lt;br /&gt;I know the one thing that would never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do it makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do it makes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool? It's kinda heart-warming and heart-wrenching at the same time. Sigh. It's certainly time to say goodbye to the hols. Where did it go, my hols? Only you and I know. It's hard to say it, it's time to say it. Goodbye, goodbye, my holiday! Let's toast and welcome school with a big bang of homework. Shall we sigh again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3527835066561742664?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3527835066561742664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3527835066561742664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3527835066561742664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3527835066561742664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-found-this-song-by-chance-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-9178219757883203958</id><published>2007-06-20T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:12:54.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jus had tenants-to-be visiting our house. If you ask me, they don't seem to be very keen to rent or house even though the angmo dude and his Victoria Beckham-hairstyled wife were poking their noses at every nook and cranny. They don't seem to be able to afford the high rental we're asking for. They're jus a young family with a newborn. Not too established as you can see. The dude didn't like our pond. He thought it was ugly. Haha. I beg to agree. LOL. I had to clear up all the junk from my room jus to let them view my room without getting a heart attack!! Heez... Books and stuff all in a jumble. Lit files and related materials all scattered about hapazardly. You can get the picture of how my room looks like. I bet the guy admired all my Tobey and Fernando pics. I shan't leave those behind should they rent the house. I am taking along my trusty, non-squeaky super-queen bed, my Ikea study table and my cute giraffe, elephant and bees curtain. I won't allow my room to turn into a nursery for their baby. My curtain will certainly keep the baby happy!! Haha. I am a baby at heart. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-9178219757883203958?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/9178219757883203958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=9178219757883203958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/9178219757883203958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/9178219757883203958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/jus-had-tenants-to-be-visiting-our.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-6299452935724118371</id><published>2007-06-16T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:04:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great big breaky today at Marriot Hotel. Long time no eat buffet leh. Very delicious. I like the farmhouse cheddar. Strong and rich in flavour. I had two tiny tubs of French yogurt. One tub was peach and the other raspberry. For the first time I ate loads of mixed salad. The green way to healthy living! The croissant was yummy but fattening coz I walloped a arge dollop of butter on it. I like my croissant super buttery so it can melt in my mouth. Simply heavenly! I had 3 glasses of juice and a cup of tea. Fresh honeydew juice is divine. Oh dear I see people mistaking their mouses as croissants and cheese on crackers! Vicky is drooling over her keyboard, as my telepathic powers tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library after feeling very robust.Borrowed all the lit stuff I was yearning anxiously for. I found a book on Ebola virus. I am gonna research into this deadly strange disease. Deadly and strange or deadly strange? Up to you to decide. Bye! Gonna write a research paper on my findings. I am gonna try my hand at being a scientist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I will tell you guys what's the meaning of 'Nor let the beetle and death-moth be/Your mournful psyche'. It's from the Ode On Melancholy by John Keats. Did I tell you I love tragic stuff? Oh that's a different stroy. For now, it's the Ebola research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-6299452935724118371?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/6299452935724118371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=6299452935724118371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6299452935724118371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/6299452935724118371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-great-big-breaky-today-at-marriot.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-3000411059870909872</id><published>2007-06-15T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:29:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the day I felt angry and maluated. Seriously malu. The weather didn’t humour me and guess what it was my first competition even though it was some friendly competition. The atmosphere was the opposite of friendly. There weren’t any hoots for raffles and cheers like “Go Raffles Go Raffles Go”. The atmosphere was indeed the fore bearer of our team’s awful performance. Only Debbie and Guan Rong did us proud by obtaining 2nd and 3rd for high jump respectively. Sigh. It was a pity the weather didn’t huour me and I was totally off form. I jumped a total of 6 jumps and out of that, 5 were fouls (overstepped the board). The first jump was the only one counted. I jumped ONLY 3.81m. Not enough to qualify for the Nationals. Ms Yu isn’t pushing us to the best of our potentials. She is not keen to teach us new stuff and training is too light. When I ask her how and what should do to have the leap of faith, she answers me blandly that I should jus train more. So lame. I also know that. Who doesn’t? Kar Min believes that Ms Yu is afraid to hurt our egos if she says we jump suckily. She tells us untruths that we are good when it is obvious we aren’t. In fact, we are far from smashing. She was too embarrassed to show that she’s our coach. She turned and walked away when she saw our glum faces. She actually wanted to ask how we did. But she turned and went away when she predicted we did horribly. She is so unencouraging. At this rate, I have to train hard and get something by my own effort. I can, I will and I must do it. MAG the Magnificent is one determined dudette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-3000411059870909872?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/3000411059870909872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=3000411059870909872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3000411059870909872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/3000411059870909872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-was-day-i-felt-angry-and-maluated.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-4258098134005947091</id><published>2007-06-12T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:31:10.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aloha my fairer friends!! I got competition this friday!! Oooph pump it up baby!! I gotta meet all the cao pro ppl I have never seen before. I took the trial run today for 120m. I did well until my awful spikes felt weird and Natalie overtook me. I came in 2nd. Very close to Natalie. I was winning her at the bend and my spikes came it awfully handy. Yeah shucks. I could have done better. Even though Wei Ling and some other seniors said that it was a good run. Grandpop has been discharged. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super mysterious Vicky said she got a top secret with Gracie and refuses to open her trumpet. Coz knowing herself being a trumpet, she will trumpet the secret!!! LOL.She told me that it was about the offscreen dude and if I know what was the fuss about, I wouldn't want to ditch him anymore. Talk about weird. One day she berates me for my awful taste and the next day she encourages me o stay with a jerk. Hello? Are you quite up there Vicky?? Sorry she's a little deranged, jus like me!! I am taking tests at Blogthings.com out of my wuliaoity(boredness). Jus when it was the best part of the secret, my dear Vicky said it was jus a cheap joke to allow her to see my expresson. Bah!! Vicky DOES NOT have the knack for kidding ppl, unlike Pete who has a knack for saving M.J. Me and my webby ideas. Hmmms... if there really was a secret, why do I have to wait until the school term?? Not fair. I detest surprises(if there is one). What can be so alluring about a jerk that will make MAG the Magnificent change her mind?? Nvm. I have decided to ditch a outrageously big fake of Pete. FOR LIFE mind you!Vicky, even you can't change my mind.No hard feelings off screen dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-4258098134005947091?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/4258098134005947091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=4258098134005947091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4258098134005947091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/4258098134005947091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/aloha-my-fairer-friends-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-71384351370793051</id><published>2007-06-09T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:38:37.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh poor thingy... My grandpop was hospitalised on Thursday night for he had a terribly bloated tummy and it was aching real badly. He apparently ate some veggies that were cheap and lousy. He said that it was stuff you could easily grow in your backyard. Sigh. I wonder why my grandma is always stingying on everything. They should be enjoying life at their age now and not suffering jus to save cash in their bank. They shoulda be taking a hol in France or somewhere now. I hope that he's tummy will get better. And he's sweating like nuts in that B2 ward. Pa should let him upgrade to a air-con ward even though it's more ex. It will be ok if we stinge on our grocery shopping and clothes shopping to pay for a better ward for him. It's most unpleasant sweating all day long. Sigh. I am trying to do my lit project on John Keats. I am feeling a little sweaty. Mebbe that should be John Heats at this rate!! I love melancholic poems and prose. Always love the sad and morbid bits. I totally hate happy endings. Bleah... I am one weird dudette. Did I mention that before? Oh nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-71384351370793051?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/71384351370793051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=71384351370793051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/71384351370793051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/71384351370793051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/ohh-poor-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-8210168111838317248</id><published>2007-06-07T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:50:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I jus finished making a Tobey poster yesterday. He's so cute!!! Tobey aside, training was great yesterday coz my right knee recovered from over exertion.I managed to jump as far or better than my seniors. yippee! (I am ego!!) MAG is back- bigger, better and stronger!! Haha. I ain't a strong man compared to Merryl. She can lift the 20 kg weights so effortlessly as though they are as light as a feather. While I was struggling to lift a 15 kg weight. When I lifted it up, I banged my head on the weight. Luckily there wasn't a bruise for souvenir. My right arm is aching now and so is my spinal cord. I rested the weight on my neck and now there is a gargantuan bruise on my spinal cord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jus finished watching Totally Spies on Kids Central although I can hardly consider moiself a kid. A kid at heart lah. LOL. Cartoons still fascinate me. I had a fitful sleep yesterday with Tobey watching over me. My room is now a Tobey Haven. Mum is gonna kill me. BTW, I love Backstreet Boys. Gonna get some of their pics to put up. Why am I running out of things to say? Oh forget it. My mind is still playing last night's Hong Kong drama in my head. It was thrilling. Can't wait for today's episode. The guy acting as 'Morning Sir' is cute. Ladidah. Go and catch it on Channel U at 10 tonight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-8210168111838317248?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/8210168111838317248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=8210168111838317248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8210168111838317248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8210168111838317248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-jus-finished-making-tobey-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-8323730793225371592</id><published>2007-06-05T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:45:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya! I was surfing the web for Tobey pics and yeah I was surfing the WEB. Get the pun? hehe. A pun a day keeps the doc away. Got loads of juicy stuff. I jus realised what is so attractive about him. It's his grey-blue eyes. When you look at him, you feel that his eyes are burning with intensity and you feel stronger and weaker at the same time, you feel happy and terrified at the same time, um...  the truth is you dunno how you feel. Sounds familiar? Go figure who and where it was said!!! Vicky, this question is for YOU. Happy time wrecking your brains!! Muahaha... I am gonna make a Tobey slideshow soon. Will post it for your benefit!( I can predict Vicky's reaction: Oh boy she's a lovesick goon! Groans.... ...) Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-8323730793225371592?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/8323730793225371592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=8323730793225371592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8323730793225371592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/8323730793225371592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/heya-i-was-surfing-web-for-tobey-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2961227701710675074</id><published>2007-06-04T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:31:27.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can't believe this. I read the Ultimate Spiderman Comic jus in one day! Mebbe not that surprising. I am crazy over the friendly neighbourhood spiderman. The comic is a whole lot different from the movie although the movie includes juicier bits. Humphs. Grin. Well, Peter Parker is the only guy who will be there for you and to rescue a damsel in distress too. In the comic, he got grounded by his Aunt. Poor thingy. And the only ones who know his true identity is M.J, Harry, Norman and Dr Oct. He has superhero powers but not super sewing powers coz everytime his suit gets torn or ripped off in a fight, M.J sews it back for him. Awww... So sweet. Gotta get going. I smell lunch in a distance. BTW, I had a smiley sausage for breaky. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2961227701710675074?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2961227701710675074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2961227701710675074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2961227701710675074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2961227701710675074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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-36820558.post-2861162418002191918</id><published>2007-06-02T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:16:18.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heysies! Didn't update for such a long time. What's up huhs? I have been Lit projecting and sleeping(with my mouth open...eww... yuck!) haha. I ate a bit too much at lunch. Feeling innocently guilty.Vicky? Do update ur blog. I see ur GPA results everytime I go there. sigh. Everybody is like missing in action. gotta heck out my Friendster now. bb.Plus happy holidays!!!!! My knee no longer hurts! I can go training! Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36820558-2861162418002191918?l=life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/feeds/2861162418002191918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36820558&amp;postID=2861162418002191918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2861162418002191918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36820558/posts/default/2861162418002191918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-the-masquerade.blogspot.com/2007/06/heysies-didnt-update-for-such-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>The Red El Nino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029367981255882117</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>
