<?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-6734601</id><updated>2011-06-20T02:07:51.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BloggerMuMu</title><subtitle type='html'>?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-6982133160413589149</id><published>2007-03-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:07:08.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPA was rather simple. I got exactly the same answers as hathu! Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, it's time to reply Jill's tag!&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll reply the next time you tag! (: Anyway, we need to start on groups soon! SIANZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-6982133160413589149?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/6982133160413589149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/6982133160413589149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6982133160413589149' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-8310106251985015954</id><published>2007-03-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:47:22.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's SPA tomorrow and I'm must must MUST get my A for it. Whoopee! That aside, thank you everyone for the tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Big bear hug* to jason!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes Zac, I'm feeling less emo now!! (I really wasnt very emo typing my last entry, but oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;And Cheryl, go revive your blog! Everytime I go there it's just a plain white tab staring at me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's dinner time for me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-8310106251985015954?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/8310106251985015954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/8310106251985015954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8310106251985015954' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-6141348571318664017</id><published>2007-03-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:20:21.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go. Follow the crowd, follow the crowd. Go follow the crowd. Go. Go. Follow and die. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;br /&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away&lt;br /&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;br /&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Only one week has passed and I'm dying already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-6141348571318664017?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/6141348571318664017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/6141348571318664017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6141348571318664017' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-6737801015124482173</id><published>2007-03-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:29:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jane and I felt awfully inadequate, inexperienced and small like a peanut reading through the profile of the people who went for the short and sweet audition today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-6737801015124482173?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/6737801015124482173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/6737801015124482173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6737801015124482173' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-1846344412965074769</id><published>2007-03-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:55:39.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camping over (or sleepover if you like [eeks]) at Matt's house with Jason and Jonny was rather entertaining, although they kept on whining and whining about the intrusion of my feet into their space, which really can't be helped because I'm blessed with a decent height while you guys aren't. Thank you all for the wonderful bimbotic comments and bitchy moments (openly cheating and hurling cards at the winner), and not forgetting the sexual pun on &lt;em&gt;oringina.&lt;/em&gt; It was jonny who came up with it! Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing a little, I went back to Delifrance with WanQing the &lt;s&gt;spinster&lt;/s&gt; career woman wannabe today! We managed to catch up with Kavitha (who is very action now leh), Meemee who gave us the top grade for overall performance *grins*, Nindia, and I met up with Intan, Wijiana, Susanto and Mercedes (the horny philipino auntie) last night. Anyway, I'm pretty glad they are all doing well, and Meemee specially made Vanilla Frap and Chocolate Frap for us after we shameless requested for them. Oh yes, I was horribly disturbed for a while when WanQing told me she has a friend called Matthew with a nickname Muthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I saw Jumaiah sitting on a bench near my house with Terence (I think) secretly peeping at her from behind the pillars in front of the library on my way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-1846344412965074769?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/1846344412965074769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/1846344412965074769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1846344412965074769' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-8766291204879195416</id><published>2007-03-13T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:57:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kip thinks I'm a pretty good catch. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yesterday was a happy day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-8766291204879195416?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/8766291204879195416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/8766291204879195416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8766291204879195416' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-4353468869670522193</id><published>2007-03-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:09:46.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the mystery of the missing tortoise is finally solved! The truth is, my stupid and cowardly tortoise managed to foresee the quake in Sumatra with its animalistic instinct, and rushed to hide in a REALLY obscure corner in the house, before deciding to conveniently hibernate itself there for 36 hours. So much for the panic! But then again, without the agony of 'losing' it, we might never have realised how much it actually means to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toenail is finally coming out, common tests are finally over and I have some rough ideas of what I will be doing for my mono! Everything seems to be going right suddenly. Whoopee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-4353468869670522193?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/4353468869670522193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/4353468869670522193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4353468869670522193' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-849766148618462535</id><published>2007-03-06T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:15:45.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I thought my life is going to get better, I had receive my horrible TSD results, produce the lousiest GP essay I've ever written and come home to find that our 10 inch-long tortoise ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-849766148618462535?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/849766148618462535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/849766148618462535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#849766148618462535' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-8904311573016415230</id><published>2007-03-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:34:15.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. I didnt know about Kovan's existence until today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-8904311573016415230?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/8904311573016415230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/8904311573016415230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8904311573016415230' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-2409186510836676923</id><published>2007-03-04T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:33:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be mugging for CTs right now but I just came home from cheryl's house and I can't bring myself to do it!! It was super duper fun just now - lunch at pasta, majong (finally!!), binging on pineapple tarts and tapioca chips, messing around with enlarged pokercards, dinner, and then the most engaging and retarded conversation I've had in such a long time. I miss you boys and girls so much!! I really do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Cheryl and Kip make the sweetest couple ever! It makes me so jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-2409186510836676923?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/2409186510836676923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/2409186510836676923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2409186510836676923' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-3651481625450837863</id><published>2007-03-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:58:59.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ow. My toe hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-3651481625450837863?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/3651481625450837863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/3651481625450837863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3651481625450837863' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-117160539092643002</id><published>2007-02-16T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:56:30.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Groups is finally over!! Woots! And I suppose that explains why I've finally started blogging again! Good bye to all the late night slots, nuaing on the coach and sofabeds, and not forgetting all the method exercises. (Even though I know all these will come again when we slot for As) Ok, I'm REALLY sorry Steph, for giving you that near death experience. If any occasion in future entails me pressing you against your adam's applet thingy or manhandling you in any way, I swear upon my life that I'll be really gentle and nua while doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone so much for yesterday! The cake, the shirt and everything. The cake coming out of the sushi conveyor was really sweet and unexpected! Thank you all so much for everything, and I love you guys (S62 and TSD) so SO much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-117160539092643002?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/117160539092643002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/117160539092643002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117160539092643002' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116998666069746472</id><published>2007-01-28T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:45:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we met up to continue our script! Somehow, our brains just died halfway. Steph stuck out her tongue and scrunched up her face like a baby to protest that she's not at all like a small girl. Jill and I said REALLY gramatically incorrect English like 'does you know' and 'you am?'. Oh ya, Andre also started the discussion about how people can torture me by trapping me in a black box filled with dusty coconuts and nothing else (since I was allergic to both). Roar. I swear we should have hired Anthony Horowitz to adapt his own play for us, rather than having 5 cowboys put their brains together in one corner of AVA trying to paraphrase his lines. Oh, and I have a bad feeling Lofty might not like our script. (mumu crosses his fingers, and toes as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got home from dinner and for some reason, I feel IMMENSELY exhausted! And next week is going to be a tough week. I can almost sense it man, all the slots for group, mono and duo, plus trying to cope with math tutorials (vectors and differentials!). Damn. I have no life at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116998666069746472?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116998666069746472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116998666069746472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116998666069746472' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116981929382912936</id><published>2007-01-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:48:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jenkins (or Roger) creates wonders. He really does! Spending just an evening with him has got my mono sorted out, and it's really amzing how he intepreted Iago from a totally different perspective. I really didn't realise Iago could be played like that! Yes, and I felt like a complete fool to present Iago in that Queen Margaret wannabe wannabe style just now. Meeting theater practioners like Jenkins sure make you feel inadequate. It was so awkward when I couldn't answer some of his questions just now! Oh, Jenkins and Dennis were having some kind of physical contact with me just now and I felt really uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jenkins mentioned that my pacing was too fast, which I agree as well. And this is probably due to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mono was under-rehearsed and I wasn't mentally prepared before I started.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have fucking stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope the second excuse isn't the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116981929382912936?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116981929382912936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116981929382912936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116981929382912936' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116955874697600150</id><published>2007-01-23T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:27:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry if I sound whiny saying this over and over again, but I really hate this! Nobody told us last year that taking 10 units doesn't allow you to apply for a scholarship! And having said that, the only thing that deters me from any scholarship application is the lack of international trade and cost benefit analysis in my econs syllabus!! rar. moe should really stop using this ludicrous credits calculation to distingush between scholars and non-scholars, because certain subjects are just different! No two subjects are homogenous anyway. In fact, this (below) should be the case in actual life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                            TSD H2 = Physics H10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116955874697600150?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116955874697600150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116955874697600150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116955874697600150' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116938666488641462</id><published>2007-01-21T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:37:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it's rather late to do this, but here's my schedule for this term:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6 ------ Groups prelims!&lt;br /&gt;Week 10 ------ Bloddy common tests&lt;br /&gt;Week 10 ------ I.S. prelims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. I know week 10 seems horribly daunting, and as if that's not bad enough, bloody VJ had to arrange all 5 papers in a row for me! Then again, I suppose it will mean I have to start everything early. Fortunately, some sort of strange force has been urging me to finish all my tutorials and I suppose that's a good start! Woots! Common tests and practicals, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, here's something to brighten up your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INVxODqDucw&amp;eurl"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INVxODqDucw&amp;amp;eurl&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116938666488641462?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116938666488641462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116938666488641462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116938666488641462' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116929496974362751</id><published>2007-01-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:12:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really terribly sorry for what happened yesterday. I really am. I know this sounds really corny, but I thought a lot about myself just now when it was raining outside, and I really need to look at things from a different perspectives or else I'll be doing stupid things and making stupid comments everyday (like what I always do). Yes, stupid is the best word to describe me. Oh no, I think life in VJ is never going to be the same for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116929496974362751?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116929496974362751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116929496974362751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116929496974362751' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116887080860519755</id><published>2007-01-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:20:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has only been twelve days since the beginning of the term and I'm feeling drained already. I wish I could be a shepherd (in Australia please), and spend my day staring at sheep while reading a play, and maybe ponder about life every night before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still have a LONG way to go for my I.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116887080860519755?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116887080860519755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116887080860519755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116887080860519755' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116835184492059670</id><published>2007-01-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:13:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This evening, I ran to Geylang East library hoping I could find a monologue. I searched the whole row of Shakespheare's plays and could not find a single Othello. I ran home and sat on my bed in a great state of panic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116835184492059670?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116835184492059670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116835184492059670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116835184492059670' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116817849684290323</id><published>2007-01-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:01:36.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Cheryl's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL CHEAH! I love you many many and many many more!! I'm sure life will not be the same without you, and I'm sure your life will never be the same without me!! (you better think so too!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I dreamt that I got transfered to Bengawan Solo and the location of all the shops changed. I past Delifrance and saw Lofty busy making Mocha Cappuccino!! The next thing I could recall was Norman dragging me up the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116817849684290323?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116817849684290323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116817849684290323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116817849684290323' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116757738920577285</id><published>2006-12-31T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:08:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with cheryl and matt yesterday. What we did after lunch was basically bumming around in matt's house with mahjong and monopoly, before we all started having giggling fits on the mahjong table. It was kind of like holidays two years ago, where most of it was spent with cheryl and matt. ( I think there was once Matt laughed so badly he threw up Yakult from his window.!!) Last holiday was less interesting I guess. A whole part of it was spent mapling with bro from day to night and sometimes from night to day too! Oh, and I miss DestinyGuard!! Especially the guild wars plus the silly conversations that we used to keep ourselves awake while mapling. This holiday is definitely memorable because a whole part of it was spent working, and not forgetting going out with boys and girls!! AW. I'm going to miss my holidays SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm stuck with &lt;s&gt;my wrinkled mother, boring sister and a brother who has been trapped in the jungle for the past half a year &lt;/s&gt;my lovely family for this new year. Not so bad I suppose, since I detest crowded places. Last new year was spent with boys and girls, and then fireworks with desmond and cheryl. I suppose a quiet new year at home with my family and, erm market failure isn't that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, new year's in about an hour's time! On a positive note, I'm looking forward to creating theatre with you tsd people! That's about the only thing that will keep me alive in school next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116757738920577285?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116757738920577285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116757738920577285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116757738920577285' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116719865770401967</id><published>2006-12-27T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:50:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before school starts, I have to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete 'Bulk up your vocabulary' GP assignment. (There are answers at the back!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Revise chemistry. (I'm only at the 3rd topic.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Finish math assignment. (which I haven't started)&lt;br /&gt;4) Revise econs H1 (I guess 2 days would be enough??)&lt;br /&gt;5) Work on hari raya and new year's day (my 2X pay!!)&lt;br /&gt;6) Go out with boys and girls. (At least once, I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;7) Decide my monologue. (Pinter Pinter Pinter...)&lt;br /&gt;8) Accept the fact that school is starting, and put up a facade that I love VJ loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116719865770401967?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116719865770401967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116719865770401967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116719865770401967' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116703997486300999</id><published>2006-12-25T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:49:41.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of work today. Took photos with some people, and aunty heong gave me a treat in the staff canteen. I'm going to miss everyone and everything so much, especially after bloody school starts in 8 days time. Okay, reality beckons. C'mon mumu chua, math assignment, chem notes tsd research and econs revision await you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116703997486300999?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116703997486300999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116703997486300999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116703997486300999' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116688455771792800</id><published>2006-12-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:48:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you boys and girls for the wonderful wonderful christmas dinner last night. What will I be without all of you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mr Joseph! For this christmas, may your puny cock be covered by thick layers of polyesters bulging in you thighs and tummy, and die of a bladder explosion after tolerating the burning sensation for ten hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;mumu&gt;(mumu digresses)&lt;br /&gt;Took spastic photos with aunty heong on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mumu: Quick, I'm taking already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunty Heong: Aiya, I dont want la, so ugly. (straightens hair and moves more and more into the screen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to going out with boys and girls and group slots after Christmas! And I just found out that group prelims is on my birthday week! Rar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116688455771792800?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116688455771792800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116688455771792800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116688455771792800' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116675815807777286</id><published>2006-12-22T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:29:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Am I your maid?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of ten customers in delifrance, 3 are really nice and appreciative, 6 are rather neutral, and 1 is really bitchy, incorrigible, ridiculous, shameless, inconsiderate and stupid (pardon me). Since more customers are appreciative of the kind services you provide, why is it that compliments are rare and complaints are frequent??? Let me enlighten you people. This is because human beings (especially SINGAPOREANS) generally take us for granted. Even if we do our best to make their meal pleasant, they will probably forget about it the next day. And if we stepped on their tail or if we simply do not comply to their ridiculous requests, they would most probably dial the deli hotline and start ranting at the poor admin lady or write to the papers and raise the issue of our service industry getting from bad to worse. That is why, this article is dedicated to these customers, whom I never fail (most of the time) to put up a warm facade when dealing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the man who tried to insult my professionalism:&lt;br /&gt;After the training from hell with meemee, I was declared a clean freak say 2 months ago. And in case you haven't noticed, we have white trays which customers use to put pastries on before coming to the counter. And yours truly never fail to wipe them before placing them back. so now now you bald bitch, dont you dare wave that white tray which is clearly speck and span in front of me and asking me to lay some tissues on them because 'your trays are dirty'. Fuck. Honestly, fuck. Our trays are SO different from those trays you see in bread talk, where you never fail to see crumbs, oil stains and even chocolate stains. Seriously, you should think before you speak. Would you like me to place some petals on top of the tissues?? They are known as Serviettes by the way. And thanks so much for interrupting the queue 3 minutes after i gave you a number tag just to ask me to hurry up. Grow some brains, Mr bald. If you expect cafe standard and cafe cleanliness, please don't expect fast food speed. Because it's Delifrance you stepped into, not Mcdonalds. Oh, and please learn some manners. Queuing up even when you are asking for something simple is basic courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the lady who ordered chicken milano set and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Your order was rather special wasn't it? 'Chic milano with the chicken mayo separate and I want my soup to be boiling hot'. Well well, yours truly was really kind enough to do as you instructed, by putting the filling by the side of the sandwich without touching the bread. And you bitch, came back to tell me that I got it wrong. ' I wanted the bread and the vegi and chic mayo separated'. Fuck. Yet another fuck. It's YOU YOU YOU who didnt bring across it clear enough. And thak you so much for saying 'no, the tomatoes touched the bread' when I asked if I could reuse the bread. IF the milano was stained with mayonaise, I would gladly change it for you. And thanks for NOT drinking the soup which we microwaved twice because you rejected it once with the excuse of it being not 'boiling hot'. Now now, wake up bitch. Dont try to be a diva when you have that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mr garlic crackers:&lt;br /&gt;A simple order of garlic bread which costs only 1.80. Ok, yours truly doesn't discriminate customers who go for small orders. I was warm and friendly as usual when attending to him. But Mr Diva wannabe actually requested me to cut the bread into small pieces due to his laziness to bite. Honestly, AM I YOUR MAID? Would you like me to feed you as well? We sell garlic bread, not garlic crackers. So please, dont be ridiculous. Anyway, I kindly cut it into 8 pieces (C'mon, our garlic bread isn't that long) and my kindness was confronted with his reply of 'hah, can smaller not'. Do you have a mouth the size of a geisha? No? Then zip it and go. The pieces are small enough for you to fit into your mouth with zero difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To poor customers who whined because they queued up damn long just for a simple order:&lt;br /&gt;I dont pity you at all. Haha. And don't you dare whine in front of me because I will just laugh it off. I believe it's the customers's responsibility and consideration to purchase one small feuiliete or a small cup of coffee during off peak hours. If you insist on coming during lunch hour, then please zip it and wait. We serve you with a first come first served basis and no way am I going to cut orders for you. You could argue that we should have a takeaway counter to cater to these orders. Well, our company doesn't have that and I'm obliged to obey by our style of working. So when customers interrupt me at the sandwich bar just so that I can help them pack their sultana croissant, I normally say 'at the counter please' and I feel damn good saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To customers from country-X:&lt;br /&gt;I met one man from country-X yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man points to double scoop ice cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumu: so one double scoop ice cream for you sir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man nods head sheepishly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumu: ok so one double scoop ice cream. Choice of flavour sir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man: ha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumu: What flavour would you like for your ice cream sir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man: ha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumu: Erm sir, we have Vanilla, Chocolate, Yam, Strawberry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man:... (pauses for 5 seconds).. shocorlad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumu: for both scoops?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man: ha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumu: ok for both then. any drinks? (Mumu mimes someone drinking from a cup)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man: oling.. oling ju?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumu: ok, and orange juice. so total will be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being friendly and warm all these while ok.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Country-X isn't India or Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our dear baugette customers:&lt;br /&gt;It is already very kind of me to ask if you would like me to cut into them into half for easy transportation. So don't go overboard and ask me to dismember your baugette, because we would have to repack it into another paper bag. So much for supporting recycled paper. You locals only know how to talk. Ok, so there was this ridiculous woman who request me to cut 4 of her baugettes into small pieces because she is bringing home to eat with her curry. Honey, do you not have a knife at home? Can you be considerate because there are millions of people queuing out there waiting for me to attend to? And, am I your maid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Miss cheapo:&lt;br /&gt;Dont whine and whine about how our Eggs delight is $5.15 and replacing tea with peppermint tea costs 55 cents more. This cheapskate hag even mentioned that she could get the same things in a kopitiam for a MUCH cheaper price. So be it. Go then. And bear with filthy uncles who scream orders across the kopitiam and slam the cup onto your table when serving you. And of course, dont expect to see patient sales assistants like me being treated like maids. And speaking of money, I only earn 2 baugettes per hour. So stop whining about our prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To customers who are stupid:&lt;br /&gt;This is a cafe and we have a menu with promotion brochures nicely laid in unison on all tables. So please, grab a seat, browse through the menu first before approaching the counter and waste our time and other customers' time deliberating what you want when it's your turn. And some customers are plain stupid. They have the habit of running back to their seat so as to ask their friends what they want before coming back. This usually happens when I have already punched in one or two of their orders. Some are even more annoying, because they refuse to let me attend to the nextcustomer first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Most of the customers who make complains and create so much trouble are actually singaporeans ourselves. It's always fun attending to caucasians customers. They are so polite and fun to talk to, that sometimes, they even bother to come all the way to the counter just to bid farewell and express their thanks before they go. Singaporeans should honestly do a through reflection before hurling complains at our service industry. Sometimes I feel ashamed being a Singaporean. Honestly. The customers who take loads of free things like milk and sugar and end up wasting them are actually Singaporeas. All these say something don't they? Sometimes it's really not our fault when your orders are delayed awhile. Delifrance is always cutting the number of working staff. There were only me and Kavitha yesterday (Mr Brandon disappeared halfway). Thank goodness we are both rather experienced. If not delifrance would have collapsed. I'm very appreaciative of customers who approach us nicely and I sometimes don't mind even if they have lots of queries. But local customers who make so much noise are a big turn off. They should really use they puny brains before grumbling or making a complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116675815807777286?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116675815807777286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116675815807777286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116675815807777286' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116643103408660153</id><published>2006-12-18T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:37:14.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been raining so much these few days that it's not funny. Rar. Ok, my last day of work is on christmas and I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116643103408660153?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116643103408660153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116643103408660153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116643103408660153' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116617743670977718</id><published>2006-12-15T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:10:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, finally a post after such a looooooooooooooong loooooooooooooong break! For the past half a month, I have been living blissfully working in delifrance and wearing my fancy christmas hat with stars that have a light bulb in each of them. I enjoy wearing them so so much even though we all look like slaves in a Santa Clause toy factory rather than Santa Clauses. Anyway, we had the MOST productive group meeting today (even though only three of us went and we only stayed in the canteen for 1 hour). Hopefully our piece will turn out how we visualise it! I'm booming with excitment deep inside now and I wanna start slotting in AVA (which wasn't open today) real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you boys and girls on monday!&lt;br /&gt;See you group mates next week! (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;See the rest of the world when school starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww. I dont want school to start btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116617743670977718?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116617743670977718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116617743670977718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116617743670977718' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116463168584163422</id><published>2006-11-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:48:05.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went escape with 62 today. It wasn't exactly exciting AT ALL because some of the rides are under upgrading, and it started raining in the afternoon. In the end, we left early because escape was just boring. Anyway, I tried go kart for the first time in my life! I was whining like nobody's business about how I must be in the center and no one must overtake me. But in the end it was okay. I didnt get stuck or anything and it was actually quite simple to control. Btw, some woman in front of me got stuck. *smug look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on the way back, I was bitching to Akanksha about how Japan and Korea should be third world countries, but she insisted that their manufacturing and technology are just way ahead. RAR. Vhat can I say? The other countries are catching up (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the MOST embarrassing thing is that auntie heong boarded the train that me and akanksha were on!! Her first line was ' Ni de ying du nu peng you ah?!'  Now the WHOLE deli is going to think I have an Indian girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, the two funny monologues aren't exactly funny anymore and I don't really feel like using them, so RAR. I'm back to Pinter again and I'm desparately in need of a guide book to help me comprehend his books. And sparknotes isn't helping because only a hundred words out of the many thousands are shown in the essays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116463168584163422?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116463168584163422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116463168584163422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116463168584163422' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116425698051805480</id><published>2006-11-23T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:43:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a serious shortage of staff yesterday. Arvi went 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' with both hands waving in the air when Kak told him some customer was rushing for his croissant gourmand. It was so amusing man! Thank goodness he did it in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groups Groups GROups GROUPS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can figure out what we want to say tommorow. I NEED to gather some 'bursting ideas' by tonight. And staring at random things around me isn't helping at all. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116425698051805480?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116425698051805480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116425698051805480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116425698051805480' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116402546740079480</id><published>2006-11-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:24:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from Eugene's blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was interviewed at the US Embassy.&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Your name, please?&lt;br /&gt;Man: John Doe.&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Sex?&lt;br /&gt;Man: 6 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;Consul: I mean, male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Both male and female. Sometimes even camel.&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Holy cow!&lt;br /&gt;Man: Yes, cows and dogs, too.&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Man, isn't that hostile?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Horse style, doggy style, any style!&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;Man: Deer? No deer! They run fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116402546740079480?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116402546740079480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116402546740079480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116402546740079480' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116365129052367745</id><published>2006-11-16T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:28:10.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that I have started thinking about groups and IS, I kind of realised the importance of staging in theatre, and that acting isn't that predominant as I thought it is. Ahhh, and this means that we have SO much to do for groups, and IS as well. ROAR. Anyway, on a positive note, I actually found two potential monologues by Alan Ayckbourn! This means that there is a possibility of me doing a one-man comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I met up with the boys and girls yesterday! Majong with cheryl and matt was fun fun fun. It made me realise that even though we all moved on, nothing has changed at all. We watched A Good Year after that. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't superb or anything. Just a so so movie I suppose. The part where Russell Crowe made out with abbie cornish (i think) was DISTURBING. Because Russell Crowe is &lt;s/&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; nowhere near slim or fit, and matt kept reminding me of the sick conversation we had the other day and I was SO disgusted by the scene. YES, disgusted is the word. Ewwwww. Fortunately, that woman wasn't flabby. If not I would have puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about it for today. Looking forward to working later. Anyway, just a random thought here. I wanna lead a quiet and happy life. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116365129052367745?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116365129052367745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116365129052367745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116365129052367745' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116350225441926575</id><published>2006-11-14T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:15:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up after sleeping for say... 5 hours? Yea. I couldn't get to sleep AT ALL in the chalet because sam was always trying to &lt;s&gt;squeeze my tits&lt;/s&gt; disturb me whenever I tried to sleep. God, I'm craving for majong again! Especially after the short majong marathon we had in the chalet yesterday. Oh man, I MISS MISS MISS those times (sec 3 i think) when the majong divas (me matt cheryl) meet up to majong like nobody's business. And yes, I'm looking forward to majong again tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies about the digress. Anyway, the class chalet was fun fun fun, even though it was pretty boring during the night when we ran out of things to do. There would have been more fun if we had the bbq, but this was not possible since some people were reluctant to go for the chalet. hmmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the chalet would probably be us trying to catch a glimpse of the sunrise, and end up being terrorised by a whole colony of ants. The attack began when me and sam started realising that there were things clinging onto and biting our feet. This led to a discovery of a LONG trail of ants and everyone was attacked by them after a while. Fortunately, we made a quick retreat and the only casualties were Tanying's socks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool was pretty fun as well, even though most of us couldn't pool well except for sam the mr imba. Woots. I'm kinda glad I went for the class chalet. Unfortunately, my attempt to turn my class into an ultimate bitch class has succeeded again with all the 'zip-it',' shut' and 'drop-it' callings. Even people like Jasmin and Hathu are becoming bitchy. God, I'm a walking virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm getting a new plan and a new phone!! Any suggestions as to what phone I should get??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116350225441926575?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116350225441926575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116350225441926575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116350225441926575' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116333120127215605</id><published>2006-11-12T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:33:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's sales nearly hit $700! Wahim was super happy about it. Working at kiosk alone today felt as if I was working for my own cafe! (Thanks goodness I had the Bengawan Solo people to talk to me, if not I would have died of boredom.) I was actually more excited than stressed when the crowd came, because more people, more money! Woots. One thing that makes the managers like me is the high sales figure I bring to Deli. It's strange, but according to meemee, the sales are always higher when I work. That says someting about my charm doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel home at deli. Ooo, there's this girl from tj who just started work recently and I think she's damn hot. Finally a Chinese!! I'm kind of sick of working with a whole company of malays and 'paks'. The 'paks' are really nice actually. They never fail to find someone to takeover me in the kiosk whenever I have to go school after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's this bitch who always fails to turn up for work on time and this week, she actually ponned all the slots she signed up for. As a result, yours truly had to work OVERTIME after cleaning the kiosk throughout the night, and on friday, she made me work 4 hours of overtime. That makes 12 hours of work altogether. Fucking bitch man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady Mirza: What's your november wish?&lt;br /&gt;BloggerMuMu: I hope that bitch gets fired. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116333120127215605?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116333120127215605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116333120127215605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116333120127215605' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116325359412219838</id><published>2006-11-11T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:59:54.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out that I actually have a colleague whose name is Kavitha **** s/o ***muthu. Hmmmm. Come to think of it, having muthu as a name is really ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116325359412219838?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116325359412219838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116325359412219838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116325359412219838' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116290723070413635</id><published>2006-11-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:02:12.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>horrors. Nobody wants to go for Bedroom Farce audition. And my nuaness is telling me not to go unless I can find somebody to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been working so much recently and surprisingly, I'm actually enjoying myself with all the midnight shifts. I shall continue to build up the rapport with my colleagues, and the competent ones will be transferred to mumu's cafe in Tahiti! My cafe will be set up next to Eugene's bookstore in Tahiti and we will form a bitchy alliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sometimes I find theatre rather self-indulgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I think I'm going to miss PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm going to miss Deli SO SO much after I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Life is perfect only when you are rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My memories of my 17 years of life are rather wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm looking forward to the class chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope OP will turn out great for my group, and of course for the class as well! Even though you guys don't read my blog, I still wanna say that the meetings we had so far have been loads of fun! And yes, we are the HAPPIEST group!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116290723070413635?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116290723070413635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116290723070413635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116290723070413635' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116255885309150522</id><published>2006-11-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:00:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel screwed for I.S. I can't even find a freaking piece for mono or duo! HELP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116255885309150522?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116255885309150522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116255885309150522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116255885309150522' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116243807849817430</id><published>2006-11-02T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:29:52.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally it's results time!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the highest scores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl 3/5&lt;br /&gt;Matt (R paper) 2/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lowest scores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZhangFan 1/8&lt;br /&gt;Stephany 0/5 (^@^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fake statements are:&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't bitch at home. (I bitch even in my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;10) I love durians. (never!)&lt;br /&gt;13) I drink milk every morning. (I puke whenever I do that)&lt;br /&gt;16) I have never worn any Crocodile underwear. ( I wear Croc underwears everyday in lower sec)&lt;br /&gt;19) I used to be really chubby when I was in Kindergarden. (I lost ALL my baby fats during my 1-week-diarrhea when I was 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think I can play Iago. I kind of mind Shakespearean language.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go out at least once with the boys and girls this sunday and/or next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116243807849817430?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116243807849817430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116243807849817430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116243807849817430' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116212676720204152</id><published>2006-10-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:45:06.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no! I have been tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. Post them on your blog and let people guess which the five false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five. Get 5 others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't bitch when I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can whistle with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can swim really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have NEVER cross-dressed before in any real/formal production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I listen to 'hero' and 'the voice within' before every exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I witnessed an indian man jump down my flat once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Other than the time I was born, I have never been admitted into the hospital before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I can do around 10 pull ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can give myself double eyelids whenever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I had two girlfriends when I was in Primary 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I first played MapleStory in late September 2003 (when I was sec 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.I drink milk every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I eat bananas whenever I feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I was the 2nd shortest guy in my sec 1 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have never worn any Crocodile underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I watched 'The Sound of Music', 'Aladdin' and 'Power Rangers' at least twice a week when I&lt;br /&gt;was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I want Yang Cheng Ling to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I used to be really chubby when I was in Kindergarden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have my own pair of ballet shoes at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy guessing people! Answers will come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116212676720204152?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116212676720204152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116212676720204152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116212676720204152' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116188101029768909</id><published>2006-10-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:43:30.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to read up on Dario Fo on the net just now. The information I gathered is kind of minimal. Hmmm it turned out that he is more of a theatre practioner and actor. And the plays he wrote seem rather revolutionary and the titles seem very... SPASTIC! I hope this is NOT the reason why he asked me to look into his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if things will turn out better if I chose the easier way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116188101029768909?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116188101029768909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116188101029768909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116188101029768909' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116177092667270470</id><published>2006-10-25T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:08:46.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday's outing was so fun! I'm kind of missing it already. TP's dance concert was SO amazing! I almost wished I could be a professional break dancer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Medea is exceptionally overwhelming! I wish I could play Medea for my monologue. (Marcus did Clytemnestra for his prelims mono) Oh, Heracles is great as well! The only problem is that he is a heroic figure though. Hmmmm mumu as a heroic figure who slains dragons, hydras and cerebus???? It's so ironic how I love these plays so much now because I had the conception that Greek plays suck after reading Agamemnon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm looking forward to PWOP (surprisingly) and the class chalet as well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116177092667270470?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116177092667270470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116177092667270470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116177092667270470' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116125517532220519</id><published>2006-10-19T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:57:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My strong sense of responsibility tells me I should start making chem and econs notes and read more plays and books on acting, but my fingers just wouldn't let go off the keyboard! The grunts of wild boars as they vanish into the air sound rather therapeutic. It is really amazing how my fingers can just move without having my brains to process anything. I guess it would be no kick at all even if I were to play maple with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to do my OP speech! Finally something constructive I guess. Before I go, I have decided that EAHY (Eugene Ang Hwee Yong [I think] ) shall be my new idol! Hoho and here's a quote for him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world has never seen a smarter bitch with such mugger power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I shall miss my class during the holidays. Even though they had math tutorial today without me and Yeung Tan Ying. Hmph, but I shall forgive them with my magnanimous bitchness anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116125517532220519?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116125517532220519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116125517532220519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116125517532220519' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116118217480235318</id><published>2006-10-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:36:14.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overall results is BEES. GP has not given out yet. But nevertheless, this is a FAR cry from my intended BBCC!! Mumu Chua, you better do something about this during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as you can see, I have gotten myself a new tagboard! Thanks to the recommendation from minyu. I have been drowning myself in maple these few days, and yes, looking forward to friday's arrival (which I have been doing since I don't know when). Cheryl Cheah should be treating us to sakae instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am STUCK for my I.S. Hmm, yes I know it's too early for me to get stuck. I guess I will have to decide really soon between comedy, absurd and emo. What's the number of ways in which you can choose two from three without repeating any one???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116118217480235318?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116118217480235318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116118217480235318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116118217480235318' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-116092515045680964</id><published>2006-10-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:12:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloggermumu is currently facing two major crisis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have been banished into the 'cold palace' by MR Jason, who kindly asked me not to work today because of the decreasing sales. To make things worse, I don't get to work AT ALL next week despite requesting to work on both saturday and sunday. And saturday is DEEPAVALI which means that I would be getting a double pay if I work on that day.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm going to sue Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My tag board is showing some really random cp panel thingy and I don't know what to do! Matt's tag board seems pretty cool, but my tag didnt appear even after clicking on 'tag' for nearly fifty times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I am meeting the boys and girls on friday and that really cheers me up man! Sakae sushi and erm... unice's dance concert! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-116092515045680964?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116092515045680964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/116092515045680964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116092515045680964' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115984682445868037</id><published>2006-10-03T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:42:04.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels so great to play maple again! Even though I nearly died downloading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Cheah Yi Xuan------&gt; I love you many many and I miss you even more many many!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for listening to me whine yesterday when I was staring at Bit Torrent and spamming 'How come it's now 20 hours?!?!'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cheryl Cheryl, what can I do without you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSD paper in less than 3 hours time! Damn, I wasted my whole morning doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Come on Muthu, go grab some last minute reading and pray that it helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Zhang Fan: All my links are outdated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115984682445868037?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115984682445868037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115984682445868037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115984682445868037' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115976318992104137</id><published>2006-10-02T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:26:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay I finally changed my blogskin! But you cannot see my tagboard unless you tag. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115976318992104137?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115976318992104137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115976318992104137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115976318992104137' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115976149689124398</id><published>2006-10-02T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:00:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Econs was easy-peasey. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;(I almost got a U for mid years, which I thought was easy =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thanks to Matt for his concisely summarised income redistribution notes because the essay I did required only those notes. Unfortunately, the weightage of essay questions in H1 econs is only 30%! Eugh. I should have spent more time on the case study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case study was okay. But the last question was so bitchy! I guess I will most probably get 2/9 for that question or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...what about the other pollutants, such as nitrogen oxides? ... there is no specific method for airlines to calculate the volume of carbon dioxide they produce."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so my answer was:&lt;br /&gt;It is perfectly fine for aircrafts to produce as much nitrogen oxides as they want in their attempt to minimise their carbon-emissions, because the ultimate aim of the proposal is to reduce carbon-emissions, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the environmentalists are going to sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to write:&lt;br /&gt;The volume of carbon emissions could be calculated using the stichiometry equation as shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CxHy + (x + y/4) O2 ------&gt; x CO2 + y/2 H2O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ran out of time. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;If not miss kellie will have a hard time marking my paper. I can almost imagine her &lt;s&gt;approaching miss monica to check if the equation is correct&lt;/s&gt; drawing a big cross on my paper or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to mug math now! And read up on performance demands after that. Perhaps it's a good thing I can't patch right now after all =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115976149689124398?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115976149689124398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115976149689124398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115976149689124398' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115970869408604790</id><published>2006-10-01T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:18:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eugh. I nearly died trying to get all those economics analysis into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm mapling again! Coolness. But the CD manual patch service is not available at the moment. Hopefully it will be available after promos. It better be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115970869408604790?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115970869408604790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115970869408604790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115970869408604790' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115936716271397449</id><published>2006-09-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:29:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GP paper was CRAP! I swear half the cohort is going to fail summary.&lt;br /&gt;Booksellers, you are the salt of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm already planning my post promo activities! Coolness. I'm really sick of facing Beckett, Pent-1-ene, integration by parts (what the fuck is that?!) and income inequality.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I'm starting work again after promos! Mushroom Quiche, Blueberry tarts and cafe vanilla frappe. Awww I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm losing my voice again. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115936716271397449?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115936716271397449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115936716271397449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115936716271397449' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115927820635372530</id><published>2006-09-26T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:43:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mugging at home today proved to be rather constructive. Oh my, I feel like an absolute mugger, having done so many math and chem practice papers these few days. Gah, and right now I'm still screwed for tomorrow despite having mugged SO MUCH in the day. Hmmm I'm still not done with my skill A revision. My SPA is tomorrow by the way. And not to mention the stack of family and globalisation notes waiting for me to read. Heehee, I'm determined to ace GP. Bloody hell. And it took me so long to even post this entry because blogger CRASHED. Ultimate Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, The Banquet was such a TERRIFIC movie! Like what Matt said, it was a visual feast I swear. All the actors did SO MUCH characterization, and you can almost see all the inner conflicts going on inside the characters. The set (especially inside the palace) and the costumes were just WOW. And not forgetting those white masks and the movements, as well as the sword fighting scenes (which were rather gruesome though). Ah it was so theatrical nevertheless. I wish I could do a group piece with such an extensive set, costume and sound! I would probably cause VeeJayCee to go bankrupt though. Oh, and I think Zhang Zhi Yi acted so well in the movie. Daniel Wu wasn't bad too.  A good change from his usual himbo image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Kellie is invigilating our Chem paper, again. And Mr Lofty is invigilating our Math paper. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world. Time to globalise, learn more about Family and how to plan an experiment. AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115927820635372530?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115927820635372530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115927820635372530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115927820635372530' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115910911774781372</id><published>2006-09-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:45:17.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We(me, matt, charlotte and jason) went to mug in school today, and it was actually more constructive than last week! Coolness, and this goes to show that studying as a group actually helps. For me at least. It's too comfortable for me to study at home. Anyways, the highlight of the day would obviously be the obstacle course, i.e. climbing the school gate. Boy, it was really hilarious to see Charlotte stuck up there, whining like nobody's business. Hoho, and she finally climbed over the bloody gate after 15 minutes of struggle with our dearest love and encouragement. But we still love you Charlotte!! At least now you know how to climb the gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, it's SINGAPORE IDOL FINAL'S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as grand as I have expected it to be, but they were much better than the last season. Hmmm the judges made it seem as if Jonathan is sure to win. LOL. And what's with the comment about local idol singing a local song?! Honey, we write GP essays on globalisation for a reason. Hoho,  I would rather technically-perfect Hady win than can-emo-abit Jonathan win though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's digress. We are watching the Banquet tomorrow! Hopefully it doesn't affect my promos result in anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115910911774781372?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115910911774781372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115910911774781372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115910911774781372' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115884787990301269</id><published>2006-09-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:11:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eugh I'm down with a flu today. The resevoir of phlegm in my throat is frustrating me and I can't seem to get rid of them despite having spat out nearly a litre of phlegm. To make things worse, I sense something decomposing in my throat and I can't seem to get it out. Ah, if things don't get better I might consider gulping down a bottle of dettol to disinfect my body. At least I will die with a clean body wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really hilarious during TSD lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;First, Jonny tripped over some wires and gave a bimbotic scream right in front of Lofty.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he put his milo pearls on the floor and it toppled.&lt;br /&gt;While Jason and Steph were busy helping with the clean up, Jonny was missing in action. But he soon appeared with a BUCKET and a RAG. wahahaha and Lofty was so amused by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of Mop and Bucket ----- Jonny Lau&lt;s&gt;sy&lt;/s&gt;. oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115884787990301269?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115884787990301269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115884787990301269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115884787990301269' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115875762614676971</id><published>2006-09-20T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:09:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOORAY! The boring nights without my darling computer are finally over! Damn, why must this happen right after my brother went for his BMT. Thank goodness I got this fixed before he comes back this friday. I swear he will just give me a body slam attack if he realises that his darling brother sent his comp for maintenance 3 days after he went for BMT. Anyway, GROUPS! I'm &lt;s&gt;stuck&lt;/s&gt; with Andre, Jill, Alia and Steph! It's a weird combination, but it's quite comforting to be in this group! Andre wants to name our group 'Andre and the cowboys', but I seriously hope all of us will put up a strong resistence or something. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, mugging session with Matt. Jason and Tanying today was rather constructive, until JANE(best friend) and Grace came. Oops, I wonder what's with the Caps, but their arrival led to a series of chats with ultimately made us forgot our initial purpose to mug. Damn. But then again, it was really therapeutic to have this kind of 'talking' sesison in the midst of the mugging season. It made me feel ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that the mugging season will be gone soon. It's getting on my nerves. Eugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115875762614676971?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115875762614676971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115875762614676971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115875762614676971' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115789617451511199</id><published>2006-09-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:57:06.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially declare my role as the blackout master in Singapore. First, the AVA blackout during public performance, and then the blackout in the clinic. Coolness, and they were all a result of Muthu's itchy fingers. Guess what people? I CAUSED A BLACKOUT AT THE KIOSK TODAY. Hooray! No, it wasn't deliberate (although it would be a creative way of revenge against Delifrance), I swear. Oh, and it weren't my itchy fingers that caused my blackout. I was searching for the small plastic cups in the drawer when I knocked into the wires by accident and then the lights at the sandwhich bar and the pastries column just went off. Oh, excellent. However, MeeMee didn't scold me at all! What a surprise! And she even praised me for keeping the kiosk so clean, 'the cleanest [she has] seen in weeks'. Woah, I swear I would have gotten the best CSA of the month if there was such a thing. Hmm I can't believe how clean the kisok was as well. I just kept washing and wiping since there was no customer at all, and everything looked so new after that. I swear the clean freaks aren't as good as me man. (please, don't bitch at my tagboard. Thank you for your co-operation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm so behind my revision schedule. And the irony is that I'm still blogging now. Oh, I bought Jay's new album today! Coolness, the songs are rather nice. The ones that he bothered so SING are nice, while those that he MUMBLED throughout are just shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting tml people. HOORAY. Allow me to say this again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed for my promos. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote from Beckett.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115789617451511199?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115789617451511199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115789617451511199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115789617451511199' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115780794632004265</id><published>2006-09-09T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:19:06.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allow me to have five seconds to roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if that sounds like Jason, but my new hairstyle REALLY sucks. I swear I'll NEVER go to that hair 'stylist' again. eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting in two days' time people! I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to it. Gahh I missed everyone so much. And the irony is I &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; need a few more days to &lt;strong&gt;mug&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Integration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EoM. Oh, tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my pay this month is ridiculously low, considering the fact that I worked fo so many hours. Eugh, I don't care. I'm sueing Delifrance. HOORAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115780794632004265?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115780794632004265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115780794632004265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115780794632004265' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115771693141447860</id><published>2006-09-08T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:02:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The performance by ACJC TSD last night was really encouraging. I'm sorry I have to say this, but it made me wonder what their teachers have been teaching them. And I'm so glad that we have Lofty, Albert and Mrs Low. Quite a few of them could actually speak well, but the way they approached theatre was so 'different', in a bad way of course. What they did last night almost had no theatrical meaning at all. Oh, and not to mention the aerobic movements and the contemporary dances. eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, there were pieces that are commendable. 'Box' was really awesome. A level's standard already. Coolness. And that very serious play which is almost like a replicate of 'Not I' was great as well. What can I say? They made the 10 dollars ticket worth purchasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to digress. I swear I'm gonna burn down the math department in VJC. Perhaps I should cut off the strawberry dicks of the math lecturerers first and let them die in shame. eugh. Math is the bane of my VJ life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115771693141447860?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115771693141447860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115771693141447860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115771693141447860' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115536819512628527</id><published>2006-08-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:38:54.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. Finally an entry from muthu after one week. I really want to blog but I really cannot find much time to blog lately. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally realised that the world that we live in is filled with bitchy bitches! Even the workers at delifrance have mini meetings to bitch about this manager. Hmmm and of course the meeting is always instigated by meemee and auntie heong. oh, I'm beggining to like auntie heong more and more because she is so bitchy and efficient. Digressing back to the point, they even gave that manager a codename when bitchy about him, which is apparently, 'fat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duologue is on next firday people! It doesn't matter how much we slot because as long as we flunk our run that day, everything is gone. Those text analysis and working of the little moments. They don't actually matter if you manage to pull off an energitic performance that day. But still, I believe adequate slotting will lead to good acting. A good partner is important too! I'm glad that Christian is my partner actually. Hmm except for the 52 minutes thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that this entry is a total piece of crap. Ahh.. I need more interesting things to happen in my life so that my entries can be more interesting. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to going out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^@^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115536819512628527?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115536819512628527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115536819512628527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115536819512628527' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115479077649689616</id><published>2006-08-05T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:15:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Don't peek but begin the test as you scroll down and answer. Answers arefor who you are now...... not who you were in the past.***Have pen or pencil and paper ready. This is a real test given by the HumanRelations Dept. at many of the major corporations today. It helps them getbetter insight concerning their employees and prospective employees.***It's only 10 simple questions, so...... grab a pencil and paper, keepingtrack of your letter answers.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When do you feel your best? *a) in the morningb) during the afternoon &amp; and early eveningc) late at night*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk... *a) fairly fast, with long stepsb) fairly fast, with little stepsc) less fast head up, looking the world in the faced) less fast, head downe) very slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you... *a) stand with your arms foldedb) have your hands claspedc) have one or both your hands on your hipsd) touch or push the person to whom you are talkinge) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with... *a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by sideb) your legs crossedc) your legs stretched out or straightd) one leg curled under you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with...a) a big, appreciative laughb) a laugh, but not a loud onec) a quiet chuckled) a sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you... *a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices youb) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you knowc) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted, doyou...*a) welcome the breakb) feel extremely irritatedc) vary between these two extremes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colors do you like most? *a) Red or orangeb) blackc) yellow or light blued) greene) dark blue or purplef) whiteg) brown or gray*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going tosleep, you lie...*a) stretched out on your backb) stretched out face down on your stomachc) on your side, slightly curledd) with your head on one arme) with your head under the covers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are... *a) fallingb) fighting or strugglingc) searching for something or somebodyd) flying or floatinge) you usually have dreamless sleepf) your dreams are always pleasant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS: ** *&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6&lt;br /&gt;2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6&lt;br /&gt;4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1&lt;br /&gt;5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2&lt;br /&gt;6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2&lt;br /&gt;7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4&lt;br /&gt;8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3(f) 2 (g) 1&lt;br /&gt;9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER 60 POINTS:* Others see you as someone they should "handle with care".You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Othersmay admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trustyou, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS:* Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, ratherimpulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions,though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome,someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys anadventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement youradiate.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS*: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing,practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center ofattention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head.They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'llalways cheer them up and help them out.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS*: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &amp;practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not aperson who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremelyloyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return.Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trustin your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it ifthat trust is ever broken.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS:* Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They seeyou as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It wouldreally surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur ofthe moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angleand then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is causedpartly by your careful nature.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS:* People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive,someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make thedecisions &amp;amp; who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything. Theysee you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some peoplethink you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I got 46, which lies under 40 to 50, the same region as TanYing. Try it people, even though it's not like super accurate or anything. hoho. I prefer open ended online tests actually, although most open ended ones have no result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people! I have to work with bitchy auntie hiong tomorrow morning. Hopefully she doesn't scream at me or anything. I will make it a point to be nice to her, because she seems to be in good books with the manager. Hmm maybe she is involved in the abas thing, so I shall be careful with her next time. woah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115479077649689616?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115479077649689616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115479077649689616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115479077649689616' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115474884440885201</id><published>2006-08-05T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:36:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am beginning to like my job more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like my colleagues more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like my dualogue more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like my puppetry designs more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like my class more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like my life more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just suddenly came across to me that being alive and kicking can be such a great thing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to working at the kiosk with WanQing on national day morning.&lt;br /&gt;8 dollars per hour! Coolness man! Hopefully it's the same for thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115474884440885201?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115474884440885201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115474884440885201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115474884440885201' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115415026016221349</id><published>2006-07-29T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:17:40.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the tags people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in a neutral mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be racist, but those white little creatures with hair growing all over their chest and freckles all over their skin really pissed me off yesterday. I am not born to please you, so please, don't speak to me in that tone. I detest it so so much. If you think I am just a Delifrance worker then you are wrong, because I am going to be some diva hollywood actor next time or some prestigious lawyer so please, don't grumble so much if you really want to enjoy your stay in Singapore. Oh, and thanks for making me realised that those kind little words that you say are but a facade to show that you are an educated person. You little hypocrites tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what happened these few days have made me learn to take things in my stride. I shall learn to hide my angst and release them all on my blog. YES I AM A COWARD. WAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No apologies to VJC. Well, I'm still angsty about the schooling thing and I can't believe that I am actually going for VJC colleage day later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115415026016221349?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115415026016221349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115415026016221349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115415026016221349' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115391108864298489</id><published>2006-07-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:54:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my stamina permits me to do so, I swear I would have ran away from VJ and from TSD, to some random corner in the world, where no one can find me and just sit down, and stare at the sea and think about my life, and then realise that I am but a small little thing in this world and no one except myself, would probably cry and remember my existence, say 10 years down the road, if I were to just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school, yes I hate it. I hate the school spirit and all those crap. Screaming your heads off in unison, with your loud noisy cheers doesn't show as much school spirit as it contributes to the level of noise pollution present in Singapore. Honestly. Having a nice A level certificate with 4As doesn't necessarily prove that you are competent in your career or any shit. Once you enter the working world, you will have to start from scratch, so why is it that we must study for so many years just for a useless piece of certificate? School is making me pretencious. I was so utterly disgusted by my reply of 'yes' to TYH when he asked me if I'm proud to be a Victorian. What will he do if I said no? Expel me? Transfer me to TJ? Anyway it's not that I don't like VJ or anything, I'm just not proud of my current job being a 'student', and yes, I HATE school, I hate the long years of education we need to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like working at Delifrance. You get to deal with people whom you have never seen before, and you leave a pleasant impression on each other's mind because of the smiles and words of politeness you give each other. It is a one time relationship, and seeing their smiles and the nice drinks and sandwhiches I made make me feel accomplished in what I am doing. It is so different from what you get from friends. After being together for some time, the flaws, the bad tempers and everything come out. Yes, as friends you should accept each others' weaknesses and yada yada. But will they do the same if you do so? That's why so many people end up getting hurt. Detaching yourself from the people around you is not an easy thing, because your heart will crave for attention, care and concern from people you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that I have my family (whom I have always took for granted) with me [ =( ], as well as friends like Matt, Cheryl, Minyu and Desmond with me, even though sadly, we tend to take each other for granted as well. I haven't seen Desmond for such a long time, and I really wonder if we will even recognise each other if we meet. Nah, that's too extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it must have been the Muthu's bad day that made me post so much nonsense. Bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another random fact.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HATE IT&lt;/strong&gt; when people say I am tactless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115391108864298489?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115391108864298489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115391108864298489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115391108864298489' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115362285620165902</id><published>2006-07-23T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:47:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah. I can hardly find any time to blog these days, and this explains the frequent posts I have been writing. My puppetry IS is getting on my NERVES. Not that I don't like it or anything, but I should be coming up with a highly potential piece since I MIGHT be doing puppetry next year, but the idea I have at hand is just far too bloody simple, and I think I'll just get an E or something. But this can't be happening! Or else my dream of getting A for TSD promos will be dashed. argh. Anyway, I'm thinking of using &lt;em&gt;The Story Of Possum&lt;/em&gt;, some rather retarded story instead of Red Riding Hood, because there's more variations. But then again, the puppets I have in mind are so spastic! Bloody hell, maybe I should have done lights or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's digress. The transit in terminal 1 is just so... dazzling! Couldn't find a better word to describe it. It kind of reminds me of toyland though, and the kiosk is so small! Honestly, the managers should have took down the menu or replace it with a new one, since most of the stuff on the menu are not available, and it's just so analling to tell the customer that 'this is not available', 'I'm sorry we don't have this one either', 'oops this is out of stock at the moment as well'.&lt;em&gt; Yes, and &lt;/em&gt;if I were the guy trying to buy something, I swear I will just whack the CSA with the menu. oh yes, the brownies in Delifrance are so so nice, especially after you heat them up. You can almost feel the crisp outside and the strong chocolaty taste, and it's not just plain sweet. woooo, I swear I'm gonna eat brownies for dinner everytime I work. Well, there were only two left that time though, so Zareena and I just bitchy-ly took one each. Hmm the good thing about working at the kiosk is that there's no manager around and you can sit down when there's no customers, even though there's only one dustbin for us to share, which is kinda pathetic. Yes, and no dining at the kisok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (I've been using anyway too often in my posts, time to find another word!), the unloved feeling is still lingering in me. Argh, probably because I have been taking train too often late in the night, and looking at the rows of lights out there, I just feel so engulfed in waves of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another random fact. My mother is really the most wonderful person on earth! I can always expect a bowl of soup from her everytime after I work, even if it's as late as 12 plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115362285620165902?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115362285620165902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115362285620165902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115362285620165902' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115330610665215921</id><published>2006-07-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:36:25.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My monologue went rather okay yesterday. It was kind of better than I have expected, although I chose not to show the original two minutes (because I thought it was too long. damn it, I should have followed Zach) which I have planned. Yes, and the blocking was not very ideal, I was rushing through my lines a little, my hands were going high high high, I whined too much, resulting in matt and company being unable to fully make out what I was saying and yada yada. It seems like I'm getting more and more like a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what kind of actor am I? Jason proved to be a props actor by showing his Jin Shei or whatever post convincingly with an umbrella on his hands, and Jane wore some white overall stuff for her monologue and I suppose she is a costume actor. Argh, I guess I'm more of a mimic actor or a visual actor, in a sense that I have to picture someone doing the piece in my mind while monologuing. This is kind of bad because actors should never copy the work done by another actor. It's unethical I suppose, and that means I'll never improve. Argh. An even more terrifying fact is that I even sort of mimic the way Darrel speaks and grumbles when playing Berenger. But I tried to make things better by adding on some of my own interpretations of how Berenger would act during the workshop. Argh, seems like I have to deal with acting with another approach if I were to doing acting next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, I am now officially in drama club! Even though I don't really expect much from it, I'm still kind of glad that I have yet another CCA. Regarding the achievments thing that would help us get into a university, Glanies told me that CCA isn't really that important. She actually put time management as one of her achievments, which is kind of different I suppose. Awwww, who can beat me in terms of having achievments in time management? haha, me and my earth watch, drama club, artery, TSD, and Delifrance. wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ( matt, cheryl, desmond and me) are going to watch Pirates tomorrow! Most probably, we will have to catch the 7 plus or 8plus show because of Cheryl =( Feeling rather excited right now because we haven't been able to meet for the longest time, because someone seems to be having her anniversaries everyday. ARGH. Hoho, maybe I should have pangseh them and went to watch it with Charlotte and company just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall do that next time! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115330610665215921?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115330610665215921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115330610665215921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115330610665215921' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115310809993207974</id><published>2006-07-17T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:57:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had been so so busy last week! After all the slots and TSD public performance, as well as the many hours of work I did at delifrance, I am starting to wonder how I managed to survive all that. Hmmm have been rushing for time eversince I have started working, and I wonder if it's a good or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us digress. Yesterday's public performance was rather successful! I could tell the audience appreaciated it alot. And yeap, Talia's piece was REALLY touching yesterday, and I know this sounds ridiculous, but I almost cried during her piece for some reason, when she was doing the stars part. Maybe it's because of all the bitching I see everyone, even among the workers and managers in delifrance, I've been wondering how is it that human beings can start off as such cute innocent little kids but end being such bitches. Maybe I should migrate to New Zealand soon and be a shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and after all that screaming yesterday, my voice is currently in a state where it's about to break down, and my monologue is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is now like a thousand blisters under my feet, but they are not causing my feet to hurt for some reason, and there is some drilling or construction shit going on on the third floor and it's so fucking loud I can't hear what my mum is telling me. Fuck it, I'm being vulgar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise pollution is giving my whole family bad tempers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I end this post. I hereby proclaim that I am the greatest destruction king ever. I was the cause of the blackout in the AVA because one of my itchy fingers pressed the switch which was taped. =(&lt;br /&gt;I'm now the sinner of TSD and I should have knock my head against a T bar yesterday =(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look on the bright side people, all the lights in the whole blocked are spoilt. So, no more lectures for the whole week! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115310809993207974?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115310809993207974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115310809993207974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115310809993207974' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115252732086608620</id><published>2006-07-10T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:36:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck it fuck it I HATE THE WHOLE WORLD! What's with shadow puppetry and the Esplanade? why are all the puppetry books in the library under shadow puppetry? I'm sorry but I don't give a fuck about it because right now, I'm doing glove puppets, and I'm not in the least interested in whatever wayang culit or malay puppets or thai puppets. Bloody fuck. And there's only one pathetic book on glove puppets and it's under the REFERENCE SECTION which says NOT FOR LOAN. Bloody fuck, and that whole book is about MUPPETS, and I don't suppose there is a style called muppets?! To make things worse, the contents are but total crap. The first few pages goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Jim Henson. Speaking of introduction, I don't really know how to start but yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flipped the bloody book and the next two pages are namely 'another introduction' and 'yet another introduction' . I'm sorry Jim Henson but that TOTALLY DIDN'T HELP ME AT ALL! And worse still, the content page is flooded with kermit the frog and I can't make anything about glove puppets out of it. bloody fuck. Fortunately I managed to photocopy some REALLY GENERAL notes on glove puppets out of some other reference books if not I swear I will really smash the library's fucking glass plane doors into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in search for some books on acting after that well, and I find them crap. I'm really sorry I find them crap but they ARE really crap. Tell me, honestly, do you think I will be able to act as well as darrel, saifu or even stanislavski himself if I read all the books on acting a thousand times? NO! FOR FUCK'S SAKE. NO BLOODY NO! And well, I still borrowed these books in the end because we are suppose to demonstrate signs of supplementary readings in our 4-essays assignment which is supposed to be due on friday and I haven't bloody started on it yet because I've worked for 3 days in a row. And for fuck's sake, don't say it's my own fault for working because theatre is part of my life but MY LIFE IS NOT THEATRE! It might be blasphemy for me to say that, but well, it's true, because I won't fancy a job in theatre the next time and I swear I will do my part for TSD. I will finish my 4-essay assignment on wednesday afternoon and I will keep my weekend free for public performance's sake and I swear I'm a responsible TSDian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry about it but here's another thing for me to bitch about. My throat wasn't feeling comfortable this morning so I went to the polyclinic so that I can get a MC as well. And to all polyclinic: PLEASE DO NOT ALLOW SO MANY PATIENT AT ONE GO IF YOU ARE SO FUCKING INEFFICIENT. AND PLEASE DO BAN THE TELLERS AT THE COUNTER FROM CHATTING WITH THE OLD AUNTIES AND UNCLES AT THE COUNTER. I RUSHED BACK HALFWAY WITHOUT FINISHING MY BREAKFAST TO REALISE THAT THERE'S STILL A HUNDRED NUMBERS BEFORE IT WILL FINALLY REACH MINE. ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to relieve my angst in case I explode, I called my mum and fucking bitched loudly about polyclinics and said how all ah mas and ah peks pretend to be sick and visit the polyclinic more than I vist the toilet argh. I don't fucking care about those eyes staring at me because I glared them back afterwards. When it finally reached my turn I practically threw my ic and my appointment card at the teller. Well, I don't fucking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the VJC math department thinks she's going escape from my bitching, she's fucking wrong. I mean bloody fuck, how can you math teachers bloody smile and smirk at the fact that more than half the cohort failed miserably? I TELL YOU IT'S NOT AT ALL FUNNY TO SET SUCH A FUCKING DIFFICULT PAPER WHILE YOU GUYS SIT ASIDE AND SMIRK AS ALL OUR EFFORTS DURING REVISION GO DOWN THE DRAIN. IF YOU CONTINUE TO SET SUCH DIFFICULT PAPERS, I SWEAR I'M GONNA FUCKING START A CAMPAIGN TO ASK THE WHOLE SCHOOL TO DROP MATH TO H1. grrrrr. And right now I really want to drop math to H1. I shall not give a fuck about admission to uni with h1 math which isn't likely to be recognised. Argh but being a singaporean student, I suppose my dream to drop math to h1 wouldn't come true, so I shall just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count yourself lucky Mr mud. I'm panting right now after bitching so much so I shall not bitch about you. argh either my teenage angst is coming back or I'm just letting out all the humble pie I've to eat when I'm working. Argh I think if I will just quit school and take on full time at delifrance if I contimue to face the singaporean education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, I feel much better now after the long bitching. Guess I won't be bitchy during school tomorrow. wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115252732086608620?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115252732086608620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115252732086608620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115252732086608620' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115232919418132845</id><published>2006-07-08T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:26:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's shift was really fun. I managed to learn more stuffs such as refilling the ice cubes, making the soup and bla bla bla, and Auntie Mary is like the most capable CSA on earth. She is patient towards newcomers, able to handle those really bitchy customers and she's able to speak four languages excluding the dialects. (Chinese, English, French and Malay). Yup, and I made quite a couple of mistakes, which includes pouring the hot chocolate into the wrong cup, spilling lamb curry on the plate and on the table, sending chicken curry to someone who ordered lamb curry and bla bla. The most unglamourous thing happened to me yesterday when some retard ordered his lamb curry and left before receiving his order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this fugly manager who's damn bloody irritating. I'm sorry but he reminds me of ******, saying phrases like 'lax lax boi, we do order by order'.... 'don't look at the order list just send this go go go'.. 'see only need one lamb curry and you ask the kitchen to make 2... wasted you noe'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might expect me to say:&lt;br /&gt;i'M SORRY BUT I'M ALREADY DOING IT ORDER BY ORDER AND I DOUBT YOU EVEN HAVE A DIPLOMA IN STAFF MANAGEMENT SO PLEASE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, JUST BLOODY SHUT UP AND QUIT THE JOB BECAUSE YOU'RE SO FAT THAT YOU'RE OCCUPYING THE SPACE 3 PEOPLE CAN OCCUPY. AND EVEN IF YOUR GIGANTIC CUM BABOONIC TUMMY DOESN'T CRUSH YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP, IT WILL LEAK AND YOU'LL GET DROWNED BY YOUR FATTY POLYESTER FATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't! haha, because I'm sure you will have to tolerate with all these people in the society next time so that's just the way things are and screaming at him means I'll have a bad record. Plus Jason will ask me to go clear the stuffs whenever I have want to bitch to WanQing, and my angstiness would have been almost gone when the break comes, so no bitching for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason says I will have to work at the kiosk in the transit area after I've learn the cashier and everything else so you guys won't get to visit me anymore unless you are going overseas. Hmm and I'm screwed for my monologue because my sore throat is so bad I can't even talk and it doesn't seem to be healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115232919418132845?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115232919418132845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115232919418132845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115232919418132845' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115218111993048465</id><published>2006-07-06T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:44:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not really in a good mood currently and my tagboard just have to screw itself up at the point of time. BAHX. tag-board.com, I wish I could just slam you against the wall as if you were a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty upset over my absurd essay as well as my unseen, the two disasters of the day. I really studied very hard during the last two days for my absurd but I just have to screw it up . Garrrrr I guess what went wrong was me being unable to comprehend the question properly and making an effort to define the statement. excuses excuses.... Anyway Albert said Rhinoceros is an excellent mono but whether it suits me is another thing. And the same goes for whether I'm able to pull it off. Argh TSD would have been so much more fun if it's not about grades. Maybe it's just me but I wished the teachers were more supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm going to work again tomorrow. Working is really fun because it's really simple if you can stand the physical demands of the job. Ahhhhhhh and hopefully Bob has found someone to buy my ticket by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random comment. My mum is the most wonderful thing on earth. She asked me if I have reached school before this morning's rain started. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115218111993048465?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115218111993048465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115218111993048465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115218111993048465' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115190697904752946</id><published>2006-07-03T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:09:39.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of work was pretty much memorable. I still find it hard to believe that I actually enjoyed working because my illusion of people working was for the sake of money. Hmm so the first thing that jason (my manager, not the bitchy TSD one) requested me to do was to clear the trays and the tables because I believe they require the minimum technical skills out of everything, and after doing it for like two hours, I feel as though I was suffering from oestrophorosis (pardon me if  the spelling is wrong), because my back was aching like crazy. Argh it's as if I've swept the floor continuously for 2 days or something. And my boots, which wasn't the best in terms of comfort though they pretty much fufilled the criteria appearance wise, was causing my feet to ache like bloody hell, as though thousands of blisters were growing on it. bloody hell. The pain kinda get used to me (oops I mean the other way round) after some time, and the job was pretty much enjoyable after that, and verena (the nicest manager ever) taught me to make most of the hot drinks and some cold drinks. They are not that difficult actually, and I felt so cheapo sometimes because I didn't give alot of tea in comparison to WanQing who smartly filled them up to the brim and caused me to spill some of them onto the plate. Argh but she was quite cham, because the people for the 11 shifts refused to take over the counter and she has to leave late. And thanks so much for sending me home cause I missed the bloody last train =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the ride I realised her parents also cannot stand her whinyness. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting it shortly, the job was pretty much enjoyable, the people were nice and friendly, plus there were so many cute kids eating there to brighten up my day (no I'm not a paedophile). The food wasn't as nice as I thought though, but nonetheless they were filling so it's good in a sense. Oh the people there hate delifrance now because Brazil won France. Hmmm. I kind of like that actually because Brazil has been winning so many years and it's time for them to step down huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Cheryl's tag:&lt;br /&gt;No we can't ta bao and ARGH! How nice of you to volunteer to meet up when you are going on a double date with kiphoe and your sister and kiphoe's brother! ARGH! I shan't forgive you =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To steph's tag:&lt;br /&gt;haha! I shall not tell you when I'm working. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115190697904752946?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115190697904752946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115190697904752946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115190697904752946' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115181818793431780</id><published>2006-07-02T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:29:47.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15 chalet was really fun (haha jason).  Maybe it's a post chalet thing or something, I don't know, but I'm currently suffering from a mini depression cum isolating-myself diesease where I just feel what everyone says are redundant and I started wondering why do they say such stuffs. The only possible replies I can figure out in response to conversations are 'ok' and 'orh'. Ahhhhhhhh this is a pretty bad thing, considering the fact that I'm going for my first day of work later and I might just scream in front of a customer or worst, the manager. Maybe what minyu said is correct, that as we continue to advance and eventually enter the society, we will find ourselves being able to mix with most people but only able to clique with some of them, and I guess I will most probably be unable to mix with half of them. Hmm and being exposed to so many different kinds of people I've never encountered in my entire life made me realised the world I used to live in was so so small, and it made me wonder what kind of person I really am. And I totally disagree to what Steph said about me being 'muthu' because I'm sure I'm not just the type of person she sees me as. AHHH, somehow I feel as if I'm going to lose myself in this sea of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115181818793431780?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115181818793431780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115181818793431780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115181818793431780' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115163651913572304</id><published>2006-06-30T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:01:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In 15 minutes time, I will be embarking on my journey to some random place called pandon loop. hoho sounds like an adventure to me but I guess I'll be having a much easier time than WanQing because my ultra super nice dad has volunteered to fetch me to pandan loop from clementi station. hoho loads of thanks to him. And I might be going to 15 chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho observe my style of writing! The 2nd word is 15 and the second last word is also 15!&lt;br /&gt;isn't it amazing?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115163651913572304?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115163651913572304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115163651913572304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115163651913572304' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115149145721584288</id><published>2006-06-28T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:48:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The papers have been okay, rather easy actually, especially Econs because I actually managed to write a total of 8 pages even though I merely read through the notes. But I was rather pissed off by one question, which ask me to comment on GV's justification of increasing the tickets' prices because of the rise in utility cost and the increasing GST. Like what the fuck? Should I suggest the customers to shit into their empty popcorn boxes and wash their hands with the remaining ice in the drinks? Hmmm totally stupid question with no reference to econs concepts at all, and it's worth 12 marks. zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper was very easy! Guess probably half or more of the class can get at least a B hoho, then everybody will be taking H3 chem. But the hidden diva tendencies in me acted up halfway during the paper and instigated me not to draw the graph which cost me 8 marks. Wa... kind of regretting it now, but I didn't know how to do the graph questions anyway, so I guess it's alright. TSD paper was okay I guess, and I managed to write my really long and nice absurd essay and hopefully the teachers find it nice too. Oh, but the unseen was really a disater and I'm so gonna fail that section. Hmmm like how am I suppose to write about it's humour when I find it totally not funny at all??? And johny's description of how the actor should show that the boobs are bigger than the head through hand gestures, and jutting out the butt when saying majectic bottoms was really funny. GP was great! Had a really great time writing the essay, but compre was kinda tough though, and doing it made me wonder if these passages were written just for the compre itself, because some compre passages are really inspiring (but not this one la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now on the bus we decided that I am going to get AAAA (Always Attracting Attention Asshole), Tanying is going to get BOOB and Jason will have FOFF (Fuck OFF). Sorry, this is kinda random.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received two calls from delifrance yesterday. The first call was to ask me to go all the way to pandan road to collect my uniform. (Pandan Road is at bloody Clementi). Somehow I didn't felt angsty at all, maybe because WanQing went alone and didn't get lost, which is kind of erm... encouraging I guess. The 2nd call was from the manager, which was rather redundant because I already knew what to do but something terrible happened this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: harrrloooo is this Mr Chua??&lt;br /&gt;Muthu: ya&lt;br /&gt;Manager: I'm calling from delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;Muthu: ya?&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Still interested in the job?&lt;br /&gt;Muthu: yaya... someone from Delifrance called me just now to collect my uniform from pandan road.&lt;br /&gt;Manager: ya can you come down to the airport tommorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Muthu: eh canno.......&lt;br /&gt;* line gets cut off because of Muthu's fucked up phone with bad reception*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. hope he doesn't think I'm some attitude kid or something, and the worrying thing is that he doesn't seem to be giving me another call and I don't have caller ID so I can't call back. ahhhhhhh I'm in a panicky state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for math tml!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115149145721584288?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115149145721584288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115149145721584288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115149145721584288' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115123215871547927</id><published>2006-06-25T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:42:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I should be studying now but just one last post before the holidays end.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Went K Box with desmond, matt, cheryl, unice and minyu, and oh my god, its the most exciting trip to K Box ever. The most enjoyable one I guess, perhaps it's because I haven't been seeing them for quite some time and I'm gonna miss them so much now that the holidays over. And I think our singing has improved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Went for the interview at delifrance. It was a total futile trip because I waited for one and a half hours before Wanqing beckoned me to her and told me that the manager went off halfway for the Century Square branch because there's a lack of workers there, and Wanqing was thinking that he will be back soon cause he merely went to some bank or something. It's kind of ironic considering the lack of workers and the degree of short-handedness there.  hmmm I have whined enough to her and I shall not make any further comment here. So I filled in the application sheet and have to come another day for the interview, and someone better pray the application sheet reaches the manager and doesn't get dissolved in minestrone soup or be part of the potato gratin in someone's lunch. Oh and I watched the Germany Sweden match with papa bro and my sis. Results 2-0. (Germany won of course. Like duh.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Trying to digest my notes on absurd theatre currently. They are kind of reassuring and deep, but reading them seems to give me a sense of circular, repetitive eternity which never seems to make me progress or find a resolution. Hopefully my essays will stand out which is kind of impossible because everyone has the notes and I didn't do extra research or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Beckett's soul possess my body when I'm writing the essays tommorow or something, or hopefully Ionesco will turn everyone into rhinocereses, then we wouldn't have to continue with mid years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115123215871547927?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115123215871547927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115123215871547927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115123215871547927' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115094811335023566</id><published>2006-06-22T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:03:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just finished my revision for chem (i.e I have read everything once through) and I shall proceed to doing the boring past years papers later =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it has been a great fun meeting wanqing, unice, wai lumn and claire at matt's house yesterday. We were suppose to study but we failed miserably because we kept yanking non stop (especially wai lumn). Hmmm I arrived 1 hour late and realised that I was the earliest. How amazing. Wai Lumn came soon after and Wan Qing lost her way to Matt's house and called me to ask for directions. And her bimbotic tendencies acted up again, by saying that she sees a patch of grass when I ask her where she is facing, and asking me if the building is suppose to be green when all the flats here are pale yellow. Hmm and she couldn't press the doorbell properly and have to call matt to open the door for her. Claire did a more practical thing by shouting outside the door when she couldnt press the doorbell. Well unice proved all of them wrong by ringing the doorbell successfully when she finally came later. Much later. Oh, and Wai Lumn kept monologuing about her role in HC's drama night, where she acted as a transexual priest in an unknown communist country, who is able to do magic tricks. O_0 And one of her most well-received trick is the one where she tears a piece of tissue paper into many small pieces and stuffs all of them into her mouth, and pulling a long strand of coloured paper out of her mouth after that. Sounds kinda magical, and the funniest thing is that she has to use this eastern europe accent when she says her lines. Apparently she is the only one in the whole production who has an accent, so its kinda funny. After that Claire started showing us her TJ mass dances, and telling us about her school's counsel's room which is haunted, and one person dies every ten years. Hmmm apparently its another tenth year this year. Oh, and unice showed us this really funny video of this Hard Gay guy from Japan, raiding the streets and asking everyone to thank their father because its fathers' day. And there is this part where he stuffs a lighted cigarette into his really tight and short pants. Hmmm I wonder why there's no smoke coming out. And according to unice, there's still other videos featuring Hard Gay, and one is about him using some toy (which strongly reminds me of screaming mimi) to scare the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I had this really weird dream this morning and I really have to blog about it. Its about me taking bus 2 to changi airport for some unknown reason, and there is this really high tech digital equipment on the bus which will tell you where this bus is heading to and how long it will take to reach your destination. Hmm then there is this guy who lost his way and started crying on the bus. So everyone on the bus volunteered to help him find his way. And about 8 of us went down the bus and started walking all over the place. oh it's at night by the way. So we started walking and suddenly it became morning. While I was looking at the sky, this man who was with us on the bus just now ran out of some random building in an unbuttoned suana robe and this is coupled with someone shouting 'he's not a virgin' from behind. hmmm. Then after that we started a conversation about virginity and we discovered that all of us are no longer a virgin except me and another girl. And then....... I woke up. hoho. Its the most random dream I ever had in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of airport, I might want to work with Wan Qing at Airport Delifrance after mid years. I think I will be able to find time to work, since the intensive slots for seniors are over. I will just have to sacrifice the time spent on mapling to work. A good chance for me to get over maple too. Yup but I am still considering. Not really decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg while typing the DElifrance paragraph I was really freaked out by this REALLY big wasp that flew in. But I finally killed it because it was sticking to the curtains and I quickly whacked it with my brother's jeans. Hmm I could see part of its wing stuck onto the curtain but somehow I can't find the corpse. Hmm it better be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go cut my hair later. I hope it will look good on me. And I have decided I shall go K box tomorrow. Even though there's free 2X exp beckoning me to play maple and I have 3 undone past year chem papers, and I don't have any idea how I should go about doing unseen passage for TSD, and I have not been borrowing any Beckett related books from the library, and I haven't read any of the notes on absurd theatre, and I have no idea why movement plays an important role in absurd theatre, and I still don't know how to do most of the math questions in the past years papers, and I didn't touch econs at all and I am starting to panic for mid years. This is NOT a holiday. It's a study break. But I have treated it like one and now I have so much to worry about. Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115094811335023566?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115094811335023566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115094811335023566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115094811335023566' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115068468432703954</id><published>2006-06-19T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:38:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been really a good boy and did alot of practice for math in the past two days. Hmmm I am not so hooked onto maple for now but who knows what will happen in the next few days. Anyway I am going out to buy new slippers later. Hope that I will find one that I like. Gahhhh I am not really in a blogging mood today. Hohoho, and here's a song for all of you. Hope it will help you in your revision for math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have an apple, and you have TWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You give me an apple, and I have THREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I eat ONE apple, and give ONE back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I have THREE apples, while you have FOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115068468432703954?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115068468432703954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115068468432703954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115068468432703954' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115045697109220349</id><published>2006-06-16T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:22:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanna update my blog today. Been really busy these two days. Went airport to study with cheryl and matt yesterday. Managed to really concentrate quite awhile in doing the math past years papers but lost it after some time because we started say " where are your fucking brains?!" to each other. Hmmmm thanks to the influence of Johny bitch lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and I bought the 24 hour 2X exp card yesterday night. I was only level 97 then and I managed to level all the way to level 100 by 5 just now. Its really a miraculous experience to see how fast your percentage bar is jumping when training with a party and using the 2X exp card at the same time. Its still rather unbelievable how i managed to level up to 100 in just 18 hours ( of your mapling career.  Its much more satisfying than wearing a calas. (this is targeted to Jason =p) Itconsidered that no one played through the night. cheryl stopped at 2 I think). Anyway I am really proud of myself =) Having a 3 digit level is really encouraging. Its as if you have gotten yourself into the next stage s really senseless to indulge in this kinda game and squander the little time you have for mid years' revision away but I just cant let go. The feeling you get when you see your ranking rising is just so encouraging and it makes you wanna train more. Soon, VERY soon, the TSD season will start again and I doubt I can even spend 4 hours a week on maple. I know I will have to let go of maple when the time comes but I just cant. I just dont wanna think about it. And too bad my sister cant play maple for nuts. If only I have a brother like kirby to inherit my account. I really dont want to see a level 100 ice mage neglected by the owner. And Im gonna miss the senseless crap that I talk with my guild members and then funny stuffs we do in the party. I wish.. I wish the holidays will never end and life will go on like that forever until the day when I am really sick of maple comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother will be back from genting later and I will have to spend my time studying tommorrow. Hmmm and maybe I shall go get a new pair of slippers tomorrow. Finally. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have decided. I am gonna fail my mid years. And I wont pretend that I dont care because... I really dont care =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115045697109220349?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115045697109220349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115045697109220349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115045697109220349' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115018137658359393</id><published>2006-06-13T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:49:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Managed to level up today. Level 96 currently. Hmmmm I am sure I can reach level 100 by the end of this holiday if I continue to progress at this pace. But very soon I will start to panic and realise that time is running out. This will follow by me having some last minute muggings which will result in severe headaches as I study. Hopefully I will snap out of this maple craze soon and start my revision. But its so difficult cause now that the ranking system thing is out, and its just worrying to see our ranking dropping slowly day by day. Its really senseless to care so much about some kiddish stuffs like this, but its really kinda sad to realised that our ranking actually dropped from 8 to 200+ because of some cb hacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually planned to study yesterday night (as mentioned in my previous post), but alas, my father decided that we should watch the Jap and Aus match because he placed his bet on Japan. hmm and so i dumbly followed him, my sis and my bro to some random kopitiam nearby. hoho and I didnt study in the end. how nice. Anyway the match yesterday was REALLY exciting. Hmm and this is partly due to their grumblings and curses at the last part. It was really smooth sailing for Japan at first. After their first goal (at arnd 1X minutes if Im not wrong), which was nearly a foul though, the humji coach decided that they should put up a strong defence all the way. Hmmm it turned out alright because even though all the Jap players were all so damn bloody near their own goal posts, some of them still manage to chiong all the way to strike when the opportunity comes. My dad was quite worried cause Aus was really aggressive in attacking but they still failed to score any shit nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh but the last ten minutes was really KNNBCCB. (oops got this from steph =X)  Aus managed to score 1 bloody goal. hmmm and the SMART Jap coach decided to let everyone chiong all the way to the front and guess what?? Aus managed to score another 2 goals. Hmm like what the hell?? Hoho it's kinda funny to see my father grumbling about how Jap cant continue to defend for another ten more minutes. Well, but he just told me he won money in the USA and dunno which country match anyway with the score 3-0 (USA lost obviously), so no point being too upset haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm sometimes things might turn out just fine in the last minute, just like how it was for Aussie. hoho so maybe the same will turn out the same for my mid years? Maybe I will just suddenly understand all the chem and math concepts a few days before mid years. (pardon me for my irrational optimism) Anyway gonna take my afternoon nap now. And pray hard for me that I will be able to start my revision later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115018137658359393?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115018137658359393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115018137658359393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115018137658359393' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115010144726920815</id><published>2006-06-12T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:51:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! I am here to blog again! I dont have much to blog about actually, but I just wanna update my blog cause I am kinda into blogging for some unknown reasons. Anyway I just gained 50% from sotong in the cold and eerie aqua dungeon. Hmm not too bad, considered that I have only spent 4 hours playing. Hoho and my party today rocks. Come to think of it, its the first time I trained so fast with the party =). Basically there's just me, these two lvl 10X sin and this 9X priest. But still, it's really fast =). There's only the four of us, but adding more attackers will only decrease the exp we gain. Hoho and we actually wanted to continue partying everyday from 10am to 10pm till the end of the holidays. Hmmm 10am to 10pm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT THE HELL! KIDS IN SINGAPORE SHOULD SERIOUSLY STOP WASTING THEIR TIME ON MMORPG GAMES.... ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that. But if my brother is still sharing the account with us, we will most probably play from 10 to 10 or even more, hoho considering the long hours we spent on maple last time. Well but i still have my mid years, which I totally have no mood to study for.. Argh and I am supposed to study the whole day today but i havent even open my file cause i started mapling after breakfast hoho. I guess I should really not care bout econs and just prac math and chem. As for tsd, I will most prob read through the notes the day before. I kinda regret switching to chem actually, because if I were to take literature I would probably have one less subject to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, I guess I should go take a nap now. Its really tiring to  stare at the comp for 5hours plus. Hmm seems like my facing-the-comp-stamina is getting worst. How sad. Anyway, I sincerely hope that I will get into the study mood after my nap. Oh yes, and matt lent me 2 books of classical plays yesterday, one is greek and the other is an English classic. So lalala, hopefully I will be able to find some duos for me and christian later.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115010144726920815?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115010144726920815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115010144726920815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115010144726920815' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734601.post-115001784089992782</id><published>2006-06-11T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:14:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! finally start blogging again after a year ^^. ( thanks to charlotte because i felt very motivated to start a blog so that i can bitch here regularly when i have to after reading her bitchy posts) . oops i am not implying that charlotte is a bitch. hoho anyway i am at desmond's house now and cheryl arrived 3 and a half hours late. hmmm its ok i shall forgive her. woah stumbled upon this very interesting blogskin while shopping for one just now hoho! kinda like this one alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;level 95 currently. but im sure we can reach level 100 before end of holidays. hmmmm.. i hope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway kinda missed slotting for the seniors yesterday. its so weird to wake up at 11 plus yesterday and realised that i dont have to go to school for slots. hmm seems like people only know how appreaciate things only after they lost it. Its kinda sad to realise that we wouldnt be slotting for seniors anymore, save public performance though. but even then, i guess the seniors wouldnt slot much for it. anyway thought about my IS and i have decided to use red riding hood for my presentation hoho! kinda looked forward to it yesterday but not anymore today lol. bahx, im watching some really mindless chinese show at desmond's house now. shall end my first post here! hope more interesting and bitchy post will come soon =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734601-115001784089992782?l=bloggermumu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115001784089992782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734601/posts/default/115001784089992782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggermumu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115001784089992782' title=''/><author><name>Yew Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJO5OKNh4Ek/S1UUGtMCH6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMpDzn7ndpk/S220/yewannbutton2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
