<?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-6296563621782482498</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:19:36.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ROCK CYCLE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5053653163776432307</id><published>2009-01-11T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:03:49.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>134. full circle everything goes</title><content type='html'>Relink! At &lt;a href="http://pleincercle.wordpress.com"&gt;http://pleincercle.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;a href="http://pleincercle.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New blog, will still be updating this blog, though. Once in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can either tag here or comment on my WordPress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can choose not to do both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5053653163776432307?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5053653163776432307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5053653163776432307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5053653163776432307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5053653163776432307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2009/01/134-full-circle-everything-goes.html' title='134. full circle everything goes'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6073769769153116638</id><published>2009-01-04T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:14:16.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>133. why do i have to</title><content type='html'>It's so hard, but I guess I have to do something. There are only two ways I can go. And it's not an easy choice. I really don't think I'm the sort who will give up my beliefs so easily, but with so many internal and external factors, I guess I'm on the verge of a decision. I really wish I knew which is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; choice to be made. But in the end, everything happens for a reason, yeah? We take different roads, but we all end up in the place we were meant to end up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like the old problems are re-emerging again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd need lots of help this time, directly or indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now... smile! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D (this feels stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, creating a new blog soon, so goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6073769769153116638?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6073769769153116638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6073769769153116638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6073769769153116638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6073769769153116638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2009/01/133-why-do-i-have-to.html' title='133. why do i have to'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8415337803015220035</id><published>2009-01-01T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:01:29.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>131. resolutions</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, it's 2009! The year has started on a real bad note, a homework-rushing note. I'd have to go pack my bag soon. And i heard we won't have lessons tomorrow. I've completed all my homework other than the memorising of Chinese idioms. I hope I can make up for that during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, means new year resolutions. Let's hope I stick to them this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay attention in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;class&lt;br /&gt;2. Complete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; piece of homework assigned&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;4. Top 15 in cohort&lt;br /&gt;5. Work harder in CCAs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything I think of is academical-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stick to my resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more resolutions like... read __ number of books in the year. But I haven't thought of a number yet. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe for the first time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;thought came to my mind. It's a thought that is scary, and I don't know if that thought would be executed into action. There will come a time where I have to decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8415337803015220035?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8415337803015220035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8415337803015220035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8415337803015220035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8415337803015220035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2009/01/131-resolutions.html' title='131. resolutions'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1640703494019450841</id><published>2008-12-31T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:56:00.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>130. 2008-2009 the transition</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the end of 2008, and to the start of 2009. Seems like much has happened to the world in 2008. Wonder if 2009 will be packed with so much action! And on a smaller scale, 2008 has been one of the best yet worst years ever, to me. Hope 2009 will end up a better year, and I think it would. Time really seem to pass too quickly, about a year ago (which seemed like yesterday) I was having trouble adjusting writing my date "2007" to "2008", and it seems like now I have to start getting used to writing "2009" on my dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real great year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, have a great great new year's eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1640703494019450841?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1640703494019450841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1640703494019450841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1640703494019450841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1640703494019450841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/130-2008-2009-transition.html' title='130. 2008-2009 the transition'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6802218411465202070</id><published>2008-12-29T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:56:35.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>129. another of those quizzes</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Nicholas Wong's blog, so I just decided to do it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Last night, did you go to sleep happy?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)When was the last time you changed clothes in front of someone?&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;The week just started, so, not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday? Not really. Other than seeing the traffic totally jam due to a bus failing to operate on a one-way lane, and jamming every other vehicle (including buses) behind, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was the highlight of today?&lt;br /&gt;Choir Christmas Party, Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;Every night, and they're always on Silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What happened at 3:00am today?&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew the leaves above the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When was the last time you took a picture with your number 1 friend?&lt;br /&gt;One year ago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, not really 'hate'. Dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way there's no question 9!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do they know who they are?&lt;br /&gt;They are... my imaginary friends lurking behind the fragments of my illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;White bread, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Weeks or a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Have you ever collapsed on the bathroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;Almost did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have a good relationship with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Are you slowly distancing from someone you like/love?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) When was the last time you bought something?&lt;br /&gt;I bought lunch today too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Have you ever told someone you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you continue fighting in an argument even though you know you're wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I don't think so. Or at least I don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look! There's no question 20 too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Much to be wanted. But let's stick to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Is there anyone that calls you baby?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) In the next 4 months what are you looking forward to the most?&lt;br /&gt;School and CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because... (ponders forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Who were the last 5 people who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Foo, Guang Han, Sherry, Peiyan, Samuel. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;The Little Nyonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Have you ever been tanning?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tan. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Have you ever sat and waited for someone to come online?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?&lt;br /&gt;How'd I remember, but many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Have any crazy family members?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. Other than I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Did you tell someone something today?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it goes..."Hey, let me tell you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you wear Crocs?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you ever considered a sex change?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) What will you buy next?&lt;br /&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ending this quiz, and watching The Little Nyonya which is commencing in just 11 minutes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, what a crazy quiz. Anyways I'm soon going to watch The Little Nyonya which is, well, as mentioned commencing in 11 (now 10!) minutes! Two-hour special today! And this was crazy. My family usually purchases Vitagen from an auntie that comes to our house every Monday. But she didn't come last Monday. She just came. And she said that she did not come because The Little Nyonya was starting, and she didn't want to miss the show. And she quickly left now because the show is starting soon (now 8 minutes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my homework meter's finally hit 60%! I have only left... half of biology, nine tenths of physics, and a quarter of history. Disregarding Chinese, it's a feat! I wanna complete the homework by Wednesday. So at least I have Thursday to slack before school reopens Friday. The busy school times are returning, for the good or for the worse. But I bet they'll be fun. And my nights will be easier to fall asleep. Sec Two next year. Can't afford to procrastinate (although I still am and will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything else to blog, so, goodbye! The show's starting soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6802218411465202070?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6802218411465202070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6802218411465202070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6802218411465202070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6802218411465202070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/129-another-of-those-quizzes.html' title='129. another of those quizzes'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6714623004543742495</id><published>2008-12-28T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:13:30.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>128. the stars are tellin' you no</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Compass Point. Initially thinking that there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; piano lessons, and soon after finding out that there wasn't at all. However, it wasn't a wasted trip there. The Little Nyonya came to Compass Point? So, my brother, mum and I decided to wait and stay. You could say it was the biggest crowd in a shopping centre! Escalators were specially (?) made not to function so people could stand on them and watch the cast!? Saw many people I knew there too... No, not the cast, I mean schoolmates, and ex-schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after that went to my Grandmother's house. Oh man, young children sure have a lot of energy. They can play with a stupid balloon for hours and not feel tired. And the worst thing is I had to join in! And you can't talk bad about young children (3 years old) in front of them, because they can understand you. So I had to employ the usage of more advanced English when conversing with my brother so they wouldn't be able to understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, my homework meter has risen to a 53%. The first rise seen since Christmas Eve! This was due to me (finally) choosing a topic for history after years and years of deliberation. (And this sounds totally like a report of the stock markets.) But it's worth celebrating! Homework meter must reach 80% (at least!) by Thursday night (and, no, not midnight)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't got my To Kill A Mockingbird yet! All Populars seem to be out of stock of that book. And the school bookshop seem to have lied to me about not having the book. Or maybe I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't blog more now! C'ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6714623004543742495?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6714623004543742495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6714623004543742495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6714623004543742495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6714623004543742495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/128-stars-are-tellin-you-no.html' title='128. the stars are tellin&apos; you no'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3071003928249873412</id><published>2008-12-26T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:05:47.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>127. brilliance of a destruction</title><content type='html'>Christmas is gone! But there's twelve days, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is really really not touched since days ago. Have much to be completed before school reopens Friday, which is so soon. Am yearning for school to return, yet not wanting to return to a kind of busier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole holiday seemed like a really crazy long break from the long months in school. It feels as if everything just slowed down. And when I think of school next year, it feels as if this holiday feeling is never coming back again. (This paragraph is full of crap, ignore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Christmas was fun. Probably. Gifts from my parents were, well, the best. Well, expensive but, I think now I have a very guilty feeling why they bought such an expensive gift for me and I have to work extra extra hard in Sec 2 before I can repay this debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliance doesn't taste good when served with destruction. But sometimes, that's all you've got. Weird conversations today, but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't say much more! Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3071003928249873412?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3071003928249873412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3071003928249873412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3071003928249873412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3071003928249873412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/127-brilliance-of-destruction.html' title='127. brilliance of a destruction'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7550056408598447301</id><published>2008-12-25T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:05:32.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>126. merry christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this shall be the shortest post in the history of my blog, excluding these words in bracket!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7550056408598447301?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7550056408598447301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7550056408598447301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7550056408598447301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7550056408598447301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/126-merry-christmas.html' title='126. merry christmas!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2216151678497876045</id><published>2008-12-22T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:25:33.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>125. what is your rank</title><content type='html'>Introducing, the homework meter! A fancy, crazy invention by Shiyun and I to kill time, and perhaps procrastinate further. And currently, I am at 30%! Which means I am a dimwit donkey that will meet my doom on 02/01! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Percentage of homework done / Ranking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0% &lt;/span&gt;- Slacking Sloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt; - Procrastinating Panther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20% &lt;/span&gt;- Lousy Leopard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30% &lt;/span&gt;- Dimwit Donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt; - Moving Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt; - Okay Owl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt; - Flourishing Flamingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt; - Climbing Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt; - Advancing Alligator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt; - Expert Elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt; - Triumph Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Percentage of homework done / Caption &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nil%&lt;/span&gt; - (a number indicating that, oh wait, is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; a number!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt; - (an extremely disappointing number resulting in a tendency for suicide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt; - (a disappointing figure showing signs of depression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt; -  (a rather discouraging number marking your doom on 02/01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt; - (a still discouraging number marking your not-so-bad doom on 02/01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt; - (a fairly okay number, that might mark your doom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt; - (a good number indicating success to be yours in due time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70% &lt;/span&gt;- (a great number showing your proficiency in homework-doing, or perhaps cheating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt; - (a number stating that you are safe... for now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90% &lt;/span&gt;- (an excellent number, showing off your inner scholar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt; - (wow, darn you, tell me your answers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's a crazy invention indeed. Ah, wow, I shall have to hit 100% before going back to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta go watch The Little Nyonya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2216151678497876045?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2216151678497876045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2216151678497876045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2216151678497876045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2216151678497876045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/125-what-is-your-rank.html' title='125. what is your rank'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-156986714696193315</id><published>2008-12-21T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:01:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>124. more to be unsaid</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile! I shall start from Friday! Friday was the Sec 1 Registration thing? To stand at the door and give queue numbers and watch parents stream in and out of the class. Weird, talked a lot with Mr Chin. Many Rosyth juniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. In the morning, committee meeting and to do White Horses. White Horses is crazy. The timing (7/8) is hard to count, thus ending up a beat earlier/ later. But I like the "Gallop, gallop and gallop!" part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had to miss piano lessons to go for the "Jalan Kayu Bursary &amp;amp; Scholarship Presentation 2008" thing. Saw some of my ex-classmates there! In fact, three (including me four)! Many Xinmin people too! It's actually really boring to sit there and watch more than 700 students collect the letter thing from the MP. But maybe it was worth the wait for $300! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the whole of Animal Farm yesterday too! I think it's the first time I completed one whole book in a day. Napoleon and Squealer is evil! And a pity no animal gets retirement, and Boxer gets sent to the knackers! Have to get To Kill A Mockingbird soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is Dōngzhì! Great, can eat the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tangyuan&lt;/span&gt; thing later at my grandmother's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, Christmas is coming very very soon! This Thursday! And after that the new year is coming, meaning school is reopening. Which comes to mind I have not completed my homework yet. I'm left with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Commonwealth Essay&lt;br /&gt;2. F1 Answer-the-question Worksheet&lt;br /&gt;3. 1/2 of History Powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;4. Science (Both Biology and Physics not touched)&lt;br /&gt;5. Much more Chinese idioms to memorise &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's really reopening very soon, and I really really need to get my homework done. Procrastination stares me in the face always, and I always can't even start on my homework. Anyways, by hook or by crook, I have to complete my homework by this week. I think I can do it, probably. I'd force myself if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so have to change my blogskin soon. I've already got a few blogskins in mind, and will be changing them as soon as I have the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how you do it so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today's blogpost! More to be awaited some time after I completed a little more of my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-156986714696193315?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/156986714696193315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=156986714696193315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/156986714696193315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/156986714696193315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/124-more-to-be-unsaid.html' title='124. more to be unsaid'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2064339868876627503</id><published>2008-12-15T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:05:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123. just another update</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile! Well, a very long while since I posted. Uh huh, though I probably don't have much to say here. So, it would be a rather quick one on random stuff that just comes to my mind right before I turn off the computer and go watch TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much on Saturday, except that when I am sleepy, I can't sleep. SMSed Shiyun, and mentioned much random stuff. About Europe, Africa, Around the World, 10 and11-year-old children, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday (which was yesterday), went to watch Igor. Which is actually a very crazy show. But here's a random conversation going on amongst the character of the show. (Skip it if you intend to watch the show.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Evil Monster Creation goes missing)&lt;br /&gt;Igor/ Brain: Where did she go!?&lt;br /&gt;Some-Rabbit-Guy: I suggest you look behind...&lt;br /&gt;*Igor and Brain looks behind, sees nothing, and turns back*&lt;br /&gt;Some-Rabbit-Guy: WHAT!? It was only a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suggestion&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions. Wasn't much of a great show, all happens too fast. Though hilarious sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca, I too am lazy to wake up early in the morning and wish I hadn't agreed with what Mr Chin said. Haha, but too bad, what's done is already done. And my evil plan's going to go my way, yeah? Will brainwash them! I will have it my way! *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of acting evil. I'm going off to watch television now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will change my blogskin, I have a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2064339868876627503?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2064339868876627503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2064339868876627503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2064339868876627503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2064339868876627503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/123-just-another-update.html' title='123. just another update'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7346748231577383200</id><published>2008-12-10T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:56:41.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>122. the moon on a winter's night</title><content type='html'>Close to 5 days without blogging! Yeah, and that's &lt;s&gt;probably&lt;/s&gt; definitely due to my fever that one subside, and the cough/ sore throat who won't stop. Not that I'm still not suffering from that, but it's getting better, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out a two things I won't do when I am down with fever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the doctor (because I hate taking antibiotics)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my temperature (self-denial!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough talk about being ill, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir performance tomorrow at VCH! Choir practice starts 2pm, and our performance around 9pm! One third of the day! I still don't know how to tie a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyways, all the best for choir, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7346748231577383200?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7346748231577383200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7346748231577383200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7346748231577383200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7346748231577383200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/122-moon-on-winters-night.html' title='122. the moon on a winter&apos;s night'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1366984997363279668</id><published>2008-12-05T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:48:51.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>121. all but what i thought it was</title><content type='html'>Hello! Last Monday to Wednesday, had choir practice. But had none on Thursday and today, so it's kinda boring, nothing to do. Have piano lessons tomorrow, haven't been going for lessons for three weeks, skills rusting. Choir performance this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of everything to be said. Haha, but I cannot afford my post to be that short! I need to find a blog quiz or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been abstaining from fried food these few days, already having sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird people around the net nowadays... And I'm getting bored off more nowadays. I need to get my homework done! Although it's more or less a feat for me to get started on organising the information for the history project. It's less than a month to back to school. Looking forward in the sense that I won't be bored any more, and seriously, my brain is rotting, I'm getting slower in everything 'cos my brain is not being subjected to anything stimulating at all. And I'm so not looking forward to the homework-collecting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately nothing to blog on, this is purely an attempt to not let my blog go into any hibernation mode or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something. I find it easier to sleep when there's school in the morning. Cos I get tired, and just sleep once I reach the bed. Unlike during the holidays...I take ages to sleep. Then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, self-denial's a great place to be in. Not for long but, haha, it's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much on this blog. Should create another private blog! Haha! And I've also got to think what else to write on this blog...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta go, so, post next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1366984997363279668?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1366984997363279668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1366984997363279668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1366984997363279668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1366984997363279668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/121-all-but-what-i-thought-it-was.html' title='121. all but what i thought it was'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7589764940370609774</id><published>2008-12-03T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:58:32.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120. suns setting on mountain tops</title><content type='html'>As you must have noticed, a change in blogskin. It's kind of similar to the previous one, well, at least in the sense that the colour is almost the same. Anyways, was bored, and done some quizzes on Tickle.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;" class="page_title"&gt;The Brain Test&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left-brained;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Most left-brained people like you feel at ease in situations requiring verbal ability, attention to detail, and linear, analytical ability. Whether you know it or not, you are a much stronger written communicator than many, able to get your ideas across better than others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt; It's also likely that you are methodical and efficient at many things that you do. You could also be good at math, particularly algebra, which is based on very strict rules that make sense to your logical mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Actually, in fact, I am bad at math, particularly algebra.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;" class="page_title"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brown; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;You're brown, a credible, stable colour that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wow, don't understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;" class="page_title"&gt;What's Your Dream Career?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rocket Scientist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You could definitely hack it as a rocket surgeon. Or brain surgeon. Or rocket scientist, we mean. Sorry, we're just not as smart as you! Anyway, your perfect job would be mentally challenging and intellectually stimulating — just like you. When it comes to anything that requires an eye for detail and a quick mind, you're the one for the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We're not saying you're a total nerd or anything, but you do enjoy putting your mental muscle to the test, even when it comes to little things like filing documents in a flash or performing ten tasks simultaneously. Nobody does it quite like you. So put that big brain of yours to work wherever you are and you'll make it to the top. Now that's smart thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Rocket Scientist!? They've got to be kidding...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;" class="page_title"&gt;Are You Loony?&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loony Middle Low;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It only happens once in a blue moon, but when you cut loose, you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; cut loose. We wouldn't call you loony, but you might qualify for loon-ish. Because while you've been known to have your moments of insanity, you're usually the model of decorum. That's why people are so tickled when you do occasionally do and say off-the-wall, goofy things. But you usually tend to keep your emotions and behavior strictly in check — making sure the scales are firmly tipped toward "sanity" is something you take pride in. That said, it wouldn't hurt to indulge your loony side a little more often. Being dependable and reliable is one thing; being predictable is something else entirely. So leave work early and go fly a kite. Hire a skywriter to inscribe your squeeze's name in midair. Go skinny dipping in January. Make a point of leaving room for spontaneity and craziness in your life — trust us, it's lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oh, seriously, I thought I would tip towards insanity, and Loony High High High.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discover Your Past Life&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkey;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't go bananas — in your former life you were a tiny monkey named Oompa. Here's what we know about you: Adorably sweet demeanor and sharp as a tack, you found success working with a street performer named Juan, who worshipped you and treated you like his own child. He bought you a gold satin jumpsuit with royal blue ruffles, a matching top hat, and a sequined bag for donations. He would play your favorite disco tunes on his accordion, prompting you to dance around and flirt with the crowd while you collected spare change and picked pockets. Everybody loved you. And you loved everybody. You and Juan took your gig around the country and raked in the riches. You were one happy little monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Okay...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Killed some time, at least. Okay...boring days are set ahead. Goodbye anyway! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7589764940370609774?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7589764940370609774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7589764940370609774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7589764940370609774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7589764940370609774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/12/120-suns-setting-on-mountain-tops.html' title='120. suns setting on mountain tops'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7298162818641491210</id><published>2008-11-29T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:26:30.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>119. why, oh, why</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Choral Exchange this morning! Just watched 12 choirs perform. Haha, they were good. And I don't think we did that badly either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, quiz time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Q1. Do people treat you as a side dish?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Sometimes the Soup of the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. What's your favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of love?&lt;br /&gt;A heart shape!? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. What kind of boyfriend/girlfriend do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Human-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Is there somebody in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, cells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. Do you believe that you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, at least&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt; money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. Are you afraid of pain?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, yeah, most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. What do you fear most?&lt;br /&gt;Many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. If there is someone you love, will you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. List 5 things/people you dislike now.&lt;br /&gt;i) Strangers&lt;br /&gt;ii) Homework&lt;br /&gt;iii) Quizzes asking questions I don't want to answer&lt;br /&gt;iv) Not being able to answer questions&lt;br /&gt;v) Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. What are the 5 most passionate things to you at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;i) Choir&lt;br /&gt;ii) Random stuff&lt;br /&gt;iii) Nothing (seriously, doing nothing is a great passion..._&lt;br /&gt;iv) Blogging&lt;br /&gt;v) Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. If you had to eat one thing for your whole life, what would that be?&lt;br /&gt;A buffet consisting of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. If you had a chance to be rich or happy, which one will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, most likely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. If you had the chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Being afraid of being wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15. If you are unhappy, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Try to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16. Which country do you like the most?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. Which is your favourite band?&lt;br /&gt;No personal favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19. What are you gonna do later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's like sometimes, I can't do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7298162818641491210?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7298162818641491210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7298162818641491210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7298162818641491210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7298162818641491210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/119-why-oh-why.html' title='119. why, oh, why'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8301122082759866573</id><published>2008-11-28T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:09:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>118. thus the clock strikes twelve</title><content type='html'>Am at a chalet now (No, Nicholas Foo, you don't have to report my whereabouts on my tagboard always...I prefer to be Missing In Action sometimes...). Yes, and I'm appearing offline, but once I'm done with this post, I'd be offline. Was having a barbecue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny promise I made to myself. Always happens. Funny wish I made tonight. The wish might actually come true, it seems possible. May my wish come true as the clock strikes midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be at HCI tomorrow for some kind of a choir workshop. Hope everything turns out fine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8301122082759866573?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8301122082759866573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8301122082759866573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8301122082759866573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8301122082759866573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/118-thus-clock-strikes-twelve.html' title='118. thus the clock strikes twelve'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8033210146772725554</id><published>2008-11-26T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:55:46.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>117. where we land in two roads</title><content type='html'>How long has it been already? Actually, I returned yesterday, but did not have the mood to blog. So, here comes the post 24 hours late. Although I don't know where I should start with, or how the thing should go, or when the post will end. But let's be random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, blog quiz (stolen from sherry) at the end of the post, so you may skip the (probably) long chunk of words and go on right to the quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two countries I visited actually, but if counting a country that I went for just less than one day, it'd be three. Switzerland, France, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flight from Singapore to Switzerland, realised 12 hours was hard to pass. Although on the plane you could do lots of stuff - watch movies, listen to songs, play games - all on one computer screen controlled by you on the controller. Other than that...sleep, eat, sleep and eat. And then you realised you've arrived (at long last!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from Switzerland, visited a few cantons (or states). Firstly, arrived there at the Zurich airport. Had not much an impression of Zurich, because we just stayed there a night (we arrived in the night) and leaved the next morning. Firstly, Zurich airport (and many other airports) are never as good as Singapore's. Looks very empty. And a very long wait there before the bus arrives, so we headed over to McDonalds! Menu is very different from Singapore's, so is the price (much higher). So left the airport when the bus arrived, and headed over to the hotel called Movenpick, and stayed there a night. Scenery's nice. Breakfast's a typical bread, butter, ham, cheese, juice, milk menu (and this goes on for all of the other breakfasts, so when I say 'breakfast' you'd know what to expect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day a short trip to Germany for just a day, crossing Switzerland-Germany borders through the Black Forest, although it doesn't look black to me. And, really Switzerland's scenery is super nice. Great scenery everywhere. And in Germany we went to a place selling cuckoo clocks? And see how cuckoo clocks are made, and I can't remember the process! But anyways, my mum bought a cuckoo clock which is currently hanging in her room right now! And then *I think* we went for lunch, Chinese food! And walked around shops and such, and got back to the bus. Crossed back to Switzerland, and went to the Rhine Falls, which again, real great scenery (like always in Switzerland)! Not used to weather yet, and the temperature is super low. Your whole face gets numb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning to Lucerne, seen the Lion Monument, which apparently is created to commemorate something about the Swiss warriors in the French Revolution? Was nice too. The whole monument looked very real, very large, and it must have taken much effort to create a monument with such intricate designs. And go on to the Chapel Bridge, was not the original as it has been destroyed by a fire years ago. And actually, in Switzerland, there is a watch shop called 'Bucherer', which apparently you could get free spoons! So, guess what, every state which we went to, we had spoons to collect. To Interlaken we moved, and it was great scenery too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, can't remember much about that place, but basically, it was surrounded totally by mountains. Went up to the top of Europe, Jungfrau. Icy cool up there, freezing. Imagine the snow pelting on your face. Very little oxygen on top, it takes hours to go up, and hours to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Montreux and saw the, I think, Chillion Castle. In Vevey, saw the Charlie Chaplin statue, and also Freddie Mercury, who is famous because he was the alleged first one to contract AIDS!? Oh, yeah, went to Zermatt too and there were no cars there, because it was inaccessible by vehicles. So the air's fresh. And it was located near Mt Matterhorn! So, again, nice scenery. Hah, and my mum bought a watch there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Geneva, we were with a tour guide that brought us pass many historic monuments of which I have all forgotten, climbed up stares, saw the flags, etc. And moved up to a church. Real nice church. It was large, it was empty with the exception of us, it really felt...indescribable. And then we were supposed to enter the UN quarters there, but we couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours of ride to Paris, and Paris was nice. Passed the Eiffel Tower, and passed by the Arc de Triomphe. And passed by Ritz Hotel, which according to the tour guide, was "3000€ a day without breakfast". Then we cruised down the River Seine and saw many of the monuments we caught on the bus ride. It was cold on the boat, trust me, you can't feel yourself. Went Lafayatte for shopping (imagine the number of bags!) for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was free for us, no bus, and we were on our own. Firstly, took a bus from the hotel to a train station, and took the train to the Eiffel Tower, climbed up, was snowing on top! Went down, super cold. Took a train to Champ Elysees, to shop, again. Then managed to take a train back to the bus-stop and took the last bus back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was the plane back, and I found out a lot on the plane. You take longer to travel from the West to the East because there are East winds that are slowing the plane down. Thus 12 hours from Singapore eastward, and 10 hours from Paris westward. Fast journey, and a quick breath of Singapore air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm done with speaking of all the attractions. Let me talk about some more general things about the countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Switzerland. Switzerland has about the greatest scenery on Earth. Especially Interlaken, who is completely in all directions surrounded by mountains. Also, it's hard to communicate with the Swiss, considering that most of the population speaks Swiss-German. But Swiss are real friendly and helpful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Paris. Paris doesn't have great scenery, but it's beautiful, architecturally speaking. I think, by law Paris' buildings are not to exceed 9 levels, well, with the exception of certain structures. Thus, you can always see the Paris skyline, and the sun when around can always be seen in Paris, for the buildings are not tall. Paris have friendly people too. You ask for directions, they'll give directions, and most of them are willing to lead you to your destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Europe is a great country, with friendly people, actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it, I don't have pictures with me yet, and I will be lazy to upload them for awhile. And I definitely won't put the pictures on my blog. I don't know, maybe create a new facebook? Cos my old facebook has been dead for quite a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to a quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES&lt;br /&gt;1. do not repeat your answers&lt;br /&gt;2. for 1 to 5, fill them in with names of friends (or enemies, if you prefer)&lt;br /&gt;3. 6 and 7 should be colours&lt;br /&gt;4. 8 is an adjective, 9 is a place, 10 is the name of a song&lt;br /&gt;5. 11 is the name of an artiste, 12 is a TV channel, 13 is an animal&lt;br /&gt;6. ENJOY and spread the joy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;2- Justin&lt;br /&gt;3- Willianto&lt;br /&gt;4- Sherry&lt;br /&gt;5- Kailin&lt;br /&gt;6- Black&lt;br /&gt;7- Brown&lt;br /&gt;8- Insane&lt;br /&gt;9- Mars&lt;br /&gt;10- Patkoeknal&lt;br /&gt;11- Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;12- Channel 8&lt;br /&gt;13- Polar Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- who is 1 to you? [Cassandra]&lt;br /&gt;Friend, Cohort-mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- how would 2 respond to a 7 13? [Justin, Brown Polar Bear]&lt;br /&gt;"AHHH." (and brown polar bears!?!) Maybe he'd slap himself, wake up, and realise it's all a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- are 3 and 5 compatible? [Willianto, Kailin]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe n0t. But, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- what is something 1 would do to 4? [Cassandra, Sherry]&lt;br /&gt;"Hello..." And the conversation continues, in secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- is 5 a stalker? [Kailin]&lt;br /&gt;Possibly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- what significance does 6 hold in your life? [Black]&lt;br /&gt;Black...I don't know? It signifies that I might sometimes be colour blind!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- what would you do if your skin turned 7 one day? [Brown]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- which of the listed people [1-5] would you describe with 8? [Insane]&lt;br /&gt;Everyone! I believe everyone in this world is insane, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- who [1-5] are you most likely to go to 9 with? [Mars]&lt;br /&gt;Mars? Who wants to come with me to Mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- how does 10 describe you? [Patkoeknal]&lt;br /&gt;(Have been listening to this song for the hours.) Erm, Patkoeknal Pa-ta-son (shawn)!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- who [1-5] would be most likely to hate 11? [Rihanna]&lt;br /&gt;Erm, not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- how does 12 describe 2? [Channel 8, Justin]&lt;br /&gt;He watches Channel 8...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- how alike are 13 and 3? [Polar Bear(s), Willianto]&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, earth life-form?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, quiz done! Off for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8033210146772725554?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8033210146772725554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8033210146772725554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8033210146772725554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8033210146772725554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/117-where-we-land-in-two-roads.html' title='117. where we land in two roads'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8391789479447788945</id><published>2008-11-14T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:01:43.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>116. on a bittersweet note</title><content type='html'>During my absence, please tag my blog still! Despite this blog rotting for 10 days, but rest assured, it will be revived. Haha, I still can't get into my mind this fact that I'll be going overseas tomorrow! And I don't have mental preparedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag my blog, still, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;25th November 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8391789479447788945?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8391789479447788945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8391789479447788945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8391789479447788945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8391789479447788945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/116-on-bittersweet-note.html' title='116. on a bittersweet note'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6718523764890624171</id><published>2008-11-14T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:12:07.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>115. au revoir, for now</title><content type='html'>Before I proceed to a goodbye, let me start with something I finally got started on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History! I finally got a massive pile of research done! Really, at least 10 internet sources, and I'm gonna start on the powerpoint once I get back! Suez Canal! May this mark a good start to my holiday homework journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be on the flight sometime in the afternoon tomorrow. 10 days later I'll be back, trust me. And I don't know what else to post! Maybe tonight I'd get some inspiration, and post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, for now, I'm going back to research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: As for where I am going, maybe the title of this post gives you a hint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6718523764890624171?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6718523764890624171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6718523764890624171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6718523764890624171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6718523764890624171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/115-au-revoir-for-now.html' title='115. au revoir, for now'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2849221669155190495</id><published>2008-11-13T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:07:54.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>114. ten whole days</title><content type='html'>Shall be very very far away from Singapore in another country from this Saturday. Will only return 10 days later on a Tuesday. Shall elaborate on this in tomorrow's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2849221669155190495?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2849221669155190495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2849221669155190495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2849221669155190495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2849221669155190495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/114-ten-whole-days.html' title='114. ten whole days'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3190481801815312280</id><published>2008-11-12T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:38:47.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>113. nothing, really, to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The person here blogging finds that he is unable to understand himself anymore. The person here blogging has failed to keep promises. The person here blogging has not done so many things. The person here blogging does not know what he wants anymore. The person here blogging really really finds it difficult to understand himself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed somewhere to say what I want to say. It's gotta happen sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have nothing to talk about at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, but I really want to blog more. Okay, just crap. Thanks for Justin's reminder. I have only one month to do my homework. I'm spending 10 days out of this little red dot, and will not be doing homework then. But plan to bring stuff there to read/ do/ study, though. Haha, so homework. I'm an expert at procrastination. Well, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's all I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3190481801815312280?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3190481801815312280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3190481801815312280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3190481801815312280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3190481801815312280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/113.html' title='113. nothing, really, to say'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2845382429611418411</id><published>2008-11-12T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:51:43.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>112. the time of the year</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again! No, not Christmas! But time for yet another blog quiz! Haha, although Christmas is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tagged you is? Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;2.Your relationship with him / her is? Classmate/ Friend.&lt;br /&gt;3.Your 5 impression of him / her? Eccentric; has strong beliefs she will keep; anime addict; funny; human-like.&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he / she had done to you? I shall scout for the memories hidden deep in my brain cell and amend this answer next time (if I can even think of any).&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he / she had said to you? Let's see! *peeks into chat logs* Apparently... "Why are you emo?"!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. If he / she become your lover , you will? I will...wake up from the dream.&lt;br /&gt;7. If he / she becomes your lover , thing he / she has to improve on will be? Control her temper!&lt;br /&gt;8. If he / she becomes your enemy , you will? Engage in diplomatic relations. Otherwise... I shall construct a World War III.&lt;br /&gt;9. (Repeat Question) Plunge the world into it's third world war.&lt;br /&gt;10. What is it you want to tell him / her now? "Have you done your homework?"&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him / her is? Refer to question 3 and structure the sentence in any way you like.&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you? An unfeeling, evil person to plunge the world into the third world war.&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love about yourself are? Don't know!&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary , the characters you hate about yourself is? Many things.&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is? I'll take the best characteristics from a certain person, and then put all these best ones together and create one of the most perfect people.&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and likes you , say something to them: So...haha, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Name 10 people that you are thinking of now .&lt;br /&gt;1. Willianto&lt;br /&gt;2. Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;3. Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;4. Marcus (02)&lt;br /&gt;5. Marcus (01)&lt;br /&gt;6. Kailin&lt;br /&gt;7. Cherie&lt;br /&gt;8. Justin&lt;br /&gt;9. Siwei&lt;br /&gt;10. Peiyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no. 6 having relationship with ? (Kailin)&lt;br /&gt;"It's him." Quoted from her blog.&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male / female ? (Siwei)&lt;br /&gt;Female!?&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 7 &amp;amp; 10 are together , will it be a good thing ? (Cherie&amp;amp;Peiyan)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it will be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about ? (Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;Apart from what we study in school, she might be studying much about band and classical music, and perhaps some anime stuff, or the art of be-right-back for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;22. What was the last time you had a chat wif no. 3 ? (Cassandra)&lt;br /&gt;Should be sometime yesterday or the day before on MSN!&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like ? (Justin)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, High School Musical kinda songs. (And "Secondhand Serenade, Yellowcard", by Justin's demand.)&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 1 have any siblings ? (Willianto)&lt;br /&gt;Alleged twin brother&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no. 3? (Cassandra)&lt;br /&gt;Probably not...&lt;br /&gt;26. How about no. 7 ? (Cherie)&lt;br /&gt;Probably not either.&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no. 4 single ? (Marcus 02)&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps. But, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no. 5 ? (Marcus 01)&lt;br /&gt;Low!&lt;br /&gt;29. What is the hobby of no. 10 ? (Peiyan)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese dance? Random? (PS: Very long never talk to her already.)&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is no. 3 studying at ? (Cassandra)&lt;br /&gt;Xinmin Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;31. Talk about something for no. 1 . (Willianto)&lt;br /&gt;Smart kid, tops the level always.&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8 ? (Justin)&lt;br /&gt;Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does no. 9 live ? (Siwei)&lt;br /&gt;Hougang, A Very Dangerous Estate Where Flowerpots May Fall.&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does no. 4 like ? (Marcus)&lt;br /&gt;I think purple too! Maybe blue?&lt;br /&gt;35. Are no. 1 and 5 best friends ? (Willianto&amp;amp;Marcus 01)&lt;br /&gt;2 years in the same class, at least friends?&lt;br /&gt;36. Does no. 1 have any pets ? (Willianto)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently no, and will never.&lt;br /&gt;37. Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world ? (Cherie)&lt;br /&gt;Nope. In the world? Flip the magazines and see.&lt;br /&gt;38. What is no. 10 doing now ? (Peiyan)&lt;br /&gt;I shall SMS her now!&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz on to 1o ppl whom you wanna know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;2. Marcus 02&lt;br /&gt;3. Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;4. Kailin&lt;br /&gt;5. Justin&lt;br /&gt;6. Guang Han&lt;br /&gt;7. Whoever&lt;br /&gt;8. Who&lt;br /&gt;9. Wants&lt;br /&gt;10. To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later if possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2845382429611418411?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2845382429611418411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2845382429611418411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2845382429611418411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2845382429611418411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/112-time-of-year.html' title='112. the time of the year'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8025236147028854820</id><published>2008-11-10T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:25:52.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>111. on the other side of war</title><content type='html'>Hello! If you were expecting another quiz...I'm sorry to disappoint you. Haha. Yeah, the past few days I have been doing many quizzes (five, to be exact), and I don't intend to stop! My journey to explore both the hidden and revealed quizzes of the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! And as seen (literally), the font size of this blog has been increased from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 9px to 11px&lt;/span&gt;! So, it looks incredibly humongous, but you won't spoil your eyesight this way. Oh, and I have obsessions for using codes like &lt;u&gt;bold, italics, underline and strikeout&lt;/u&gt;, as mentioned on the things thing you &lt;s&gt;did not&lt;/s&gt; might not know about me. Haha, not really an obsession. It just looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had many dreams! Haha, not interpreting them all. But they were many weird dreams, kinda straightforward dreams. Dreams that I know why I dream of them. And it's been affecting my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm actually trying to be very very random in this post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going overseas this Saturday, yeah? And am only returning ten days later! Which is 25th November. Dah, very very long time (10 days). But I guess time will fly fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...no one's online today. Yet I'm online for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and definitely, FireFox has failed on me. Thus, my just downloaded Opera can be put to good use! But the thing is...my Opera doesn't have spell check! So, pardon the spelling errors, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and I got the booklist printed from the website! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall be going soon (since I have been using the computer for 6 hours). And seriously, there's something wrong in my house already. Not the furniture, or the appliances, or the light bulb, or the computer, or the utilities - but the people. Okay...the people. Haha. I shan't elaborate further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And...goodbye!" says Shawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8025236147028854820?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8025236147028854820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8025236147028854820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8025236147028854820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8025236147028854820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/111-on-other-side-of-war.html' title='111. on the other side of war'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7299479306548971351</id><published>2008-11-09T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:44:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>110. it's a killer</title><content type='html'>Haha, Cassandra really is helping me a lot in my pursuit for everlasting quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rules&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog post of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. The end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. No tag back to the person that tagged you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I recently fell in love with bold, italics, underline and strikeouts for my posts, if you haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have another identity, which is Nicolas Sarkozy, President of France.&lt;br /&gt;3. I lied in the sentence above, although it is quite obvious...&lt;br /&gt;4. I am taking everything Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist said to be true!&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe that everything always goes a complete round, full circle.&lt;br /&gt;6. I suck at maths.&lt;br /&gt;7. I really really have done many blog quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;8. I believe it's the tagging season.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hope for two things to happen right now.&lt;br /&gt;10. I really wish you could know more about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people tagged by me :&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm lazy to tag people. It's free for everyone to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7299479306548971351?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7299479306548971351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7299479306548971351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7299479306548971351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7299479306548971351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/110-its-killer.html' title='110. it&apos;s a killer'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1855091780773447355</id><published>2008-11-09T13:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:47:53.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>109. quizzing marathon</title><content type='html'>You know, I've come to realise...that I have done many many blog quizzes recently. And this marathon is not gonna end so soon yet. Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Realisation Quiz &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've come to realise that I love : &lt;i&gt;Paulo Coelho's books.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've come to realise that my last ex :&lt;i&gt; Is not you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've come to realise that I say :&lt;i&gt; Words found in the dictionary. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've come to realise that I have : &lt;i&gt;No idea what Santiego's treasure was. Or I'm just slow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've come to realise that I have lost :&lt;i&gt; My mind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've come to realise that I hate : &lt;i&gt;Things I should not be hating. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've come to realise that marriage is :&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not a word but a sentence.&lt;/s&gt; Too early for me to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've come to realise that the best : &lt;i&gt;Thing to say, is to say nothing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've come to realise that I will always be : &lt;i&gt;Me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to realise that love :&lt;i&gt; Is a Universal Language.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . I've come to realise that the last time I cried was  :&lt;i&gt;Sometime ago. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've come to realise that when I wake up in the morning : &lt;i&gt;I stay in bed and continue to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've come to realise that before I go to sleep at night : &lt;i&gt;I think of too many things. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've come to realise that right now : &lt;i&gt;I am realising many things. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . I've come to realise that babies :&lt;i&gt; Are not to be underestimated. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . I've come to realise that I get on MySpace :&lt;i&gt; So as to not to get on YourSpace. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I've come to realise that today : &lt;i&gt;Is not the day where the world falls, unless some other days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've come to realise that tonight : &lt;i&gt;Will be the last few moments before a new week. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I've come to realise that tomorrow : &lt;i&gt;Is two days after yesterday. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I've realise that I really want : &lt;i&gt;To know what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okay, yes, realisation done. I'm tagging everyone to do this!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1855091780773447355?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1855091780773447355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1855091780773447355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1855091780773447355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1855091780773447355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/109-quizzing-marathon.html' title='109. quizzing marathon'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4362555030846319451</id><published>2008-11-08T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:45:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>108. on interpreting dreams</title><content type='html'>Mm hmm, on to a more decent post. Start with the re-reading of The Alchemist. Haha, not sure why, but I was like sleeping this morning. Then I looked over at my books. Then I saw The Alchemist chucked there for months, so I decided to pick it up and re-read. Though I'm only halfway through, I realised so many more things when I read the book. Haha, I think I have a lot of Paulo Coelho's books. Will be reading The Valkyries soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I had, seriously one of the weirdest dream in my entire life. I cannot remember it in detail. But here's the outline of how it goes. Haha, with dream interpretation. Dream is in underlined font while interpretations are in italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Basically, the whole thing is either set near the sea, or under the sea.&lt;/u&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see the sea in your dream, represents your unconscious and your transition between your unconscious and conscious. It also often represents your emotions. The dream may also be a pun on your understanding and perception of a situation. "I see" or perhaps there is something you need to "see" more clearly. Alternatively, the dream may indicate a need to reassure yourself or offer reassurance to someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Then, I was like mysteriously surfing at a super quick speed on the sea filled with a myriad of really, really great colours.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To dream that you are surfing, indicates the ups and downs of some emotional situation or relationship. You may feel overwhelmed. One minute you can be in control of your emotions and the next minute you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And, I really can't remember who was underwater with me. But there were a lot of people. And I was magically able to breathe underwater! And apparently I was in this place with three walls. And I could see a giant octopus.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see an octopus in your dream, signifies that you are entangled in some difficult matter or situation. Or it may mean that you are overly possessive and too clingy in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;But, seriously, I think it's funny. Cos I was like telling the people out there not to trap me in this place because I "am not claustrophobic." Then I kinda escaped from that torturous place (where I estimated I was stuck there for at least a few hours) and got back "home" and got scolded by my father for returning home late. Where I tried to explain about the stupid octopus incident.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see your father in your dream, symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant. Consider also your waking relationship with your father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And then I woke up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.freedreaminterpretation.co.uk&lt;/span&gt; for a wonderful interpretation of my dream. Oh, so I guess whenever I dream I would be trying to interpret them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weird-ing around with that website if you ever go there. And try interpreting your dreams. Who knows, it might help? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off I go! Goodbye, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4362555030846319451?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4362555030846319451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4362555030846319451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4362555030846319451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4362555030846319451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/108-on-interpreting-dreams.html' title='108. on interpreting dreams'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7814811606315534420</id><published>2008-11-08T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:51:49.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>107. another quiz yet again</title><content type='html'>Haha, okay, so I didn't manage to post what I wanted to post yesterday night, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have something to announce- I'm doing another blog quiz! Haha, thanks to Cassandra. But I've done the quiz before, I still remember! The 100 Question Quiz! Yeah. Oh, wonder if there are different answers now. Haha. And, we'll see if I can last through the whole thing and be able to post another post I wanted to post this morning later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...the Hundred &lt;s&gt;Years War&lt;/s&gt; Question Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Re-reading The Alchemist, reading The Valkyries, finding out Itsuki No-Komoriuta sounds nice, lots and lots of blog quizzes, going on MSN, blogging, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;Right before I sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;I was still in bed (too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;When I yawned last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda. Still, we can change fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Get academics done well in Secondary Two. Get rid of the Intense Prowess of Procrastination. Do well in choir. Do well in debate. Do well in many other things too, which I shall not state. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry a umbrella when it rains or do you just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;(Sidetrack: I think I'm basically re-answering certain questions in the quiz...)&lt;br /&gt;Bolster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;What you're expecting me to be wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest thing in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not sure, most messages deleted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Define complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;No!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 3! Haha, some songs are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Academics. I don't know? Some other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does yr oldest text messages in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my inbox keeps the oldest messages, but I delete the newer ones. So, this one is the first message I received on my new phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn: "Lol. Sorry didn't type finish then I accidentally press send when I was trying to remove the bling bling at the back of my handphone cover. (: Haha. I am trying to use dictionary in sms. Gah. So difficult to use. O.o "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Itsuki No Komori-uta. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;"What time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;12am or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;Books! Experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Do you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on the phone with last night?&lt;br /&gt;I talked to no one on the phone with last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is something bugging you now?&lt;br /&gt;"No" would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, and don't know what that is either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;Darn, why does this quiz require me so much to use my almost dead phone. Guang Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know? Haha. Annoyance!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion bucks?&lt;br /&gt;I would be nuts to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying, 'Talk is cheap'?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what kind of talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;The bolster...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did you see the last person you kissed recently?&lt;br /&gt;Who? The toothbrush!? Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;I think so, but I'm not sure about this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died,when they didn't?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;No profile song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;(Sidetrack: I shall blog about my dreams later on!)&lt;br /&gt;Umm, actually I'm not sure. I can't remember that clearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, many ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;(Sidetrack: I think I wrote this answer before.)&lt;br /&gt;The swift stabbing of the keyboard echoing the silence of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes closed or open?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good question. Open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason! And, after re-reading The Alchemist, found out it has some pretty inspirational quotes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you can never have?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, might as well be truthful. Yes. Haha, but that was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you’ve had this week?&lt;br /&gt;Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;Doing a blog quiz, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Non-existent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describes your love life?&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Okay, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Who? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Funny people!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other languages other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. The Universal Language (so claimed The Alchemist). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite websites?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;It would be cool to have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to die with me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;Piano lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;I don't play games now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing now?&lt;br /&gt;Now? Nobody. If only you asked this question a few hours ago! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you had to choose between your friend or your lover which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, there are certain things friends can't do/bring which lovers can. And lovers can't do/bring which friends can. Oh...so I choose any. For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Question 66 out of the 100 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Rosyth School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;Black, blue and grey! Melancholic Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion do you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;Happy! Haha, no point being sad in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something bothering you what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Password Protect Posts. Otherwise I'd just share a little to everybody, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat on msn today?&lt;br /&gt;Marcus, Nicholas Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, no personal admirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hyper, though trying not to. Reverting to classic mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;10.00 PM sharp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do you think of the one who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;Makes you do a hundred-blog quiz person. Haha. Nice? Random? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel like blog quizzes, I feel like doing one, and I'm tagged to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you are moody?&lt;br /&gt;Think. Think. And think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Beats me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends. Haha. Real important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today was the last day of your life what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why make my life end today. Not sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;Password-Protected Posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you had a dream come true what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;All my wishes to come true! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;For this year, complete all my homework, get a head start one sec two work, and other important matters. For next year, most are stated in question 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Why doubt something that could well exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. Or if I could have someone to confide in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness and Emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. You like doing quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;"Love is life. If you miss love, you miss life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;I would first build watchtowers. Then rebuild the A Famosa. Bring in a few battleships. And some war elephants. A few cannons. A couple of nuclear bombs. And a six-million strong army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you regretted doing your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Many things, many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you do if nobody cared for you?&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What would you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on situation, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;Hyper still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so next post later! Goodbye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7814811606315534420?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7814811606315534420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7814811606315534420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7814811606315534420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7814811606315534420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/107-another-quiz-yet-again.html' title='107. another quiz yet again'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5519787561893195984</id><published>2008-11-07T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:31:06.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>106. and a blog quiz is completed!</title><content type='html'>Second post in a day! Haha, it's been a long while since I've done so. But since I will do a blog quiz, haha, let's wait for the real meat of the blog to appear after the quiz (in another post)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS PART&lt;br /&gt;(no matter if you're a girl or guy)&lt;br /&gt;[x] In the winter you love hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies stink.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own(ed) an XBox / XBox 360.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wanted/played with HotWheel cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own(ed) a DS, PS2 or Sega.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You watch sports on TV.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You only go to your dad for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like going to football games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to/do collect baseballcards.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Its kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Green/ black/ red/ blue/silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sports are fun too.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You Talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear boxers to bed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 14&lt;br /&gt;Take total &amp;amp; multiply by 5.&lt;br /&gt;Score : 70%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS PART&lt;br /&gt;(no matter if you're a girl or a guy)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have worn eye-liner before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have some of the same shirts in different colours.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear the colour pink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you only go to a female for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing the colour black.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like shopping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear jewelleries, earrings etc.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] skirts are a part of your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you don't like the movie Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It takes you at least 1 hour to shower/ get dressed/ put on make-up/ get ready.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have 5 or more pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Used to play with dolls as a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Take pictures of yourself when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;Take total &amp;amp; multiply by 5.&lt;br /&gt;Score: 25%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Name 21 people that comes to your mind right now.Do not look at the questions before you name the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And may I remind in no order of preference, thanks. Oh and sorry if I left your name out or something. Okay, the first few would be the people I'm MSNing, and the next few would be random, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Justin&lt;br /&gt;3. Willianto&lt;br /&gt;4. Nicholas Lim&lt;br /&gt;5. Kailin&lt;br /&gt;6. Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;7. Cherie&lt;br /&gt;8. Marcus o2&lt;br /&gt;9. Si Wei&lt;br /&gt;10. Grace&lt;br /&gt;11. Yijie&lt;br /&gt;12. Lee&lt;br /&gt;13. Guang Han&lt;br /&gt;14. Nicholas Foo&lt;br /&gt;15. Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;16. Nicholas Wong&lt;br /&gt;17. Peiyan&lt;br /&gt;18. Sherry&lt;br /&gt;19. Marcus o1&lt;br /&gt;20. Ying Xuan&lt;br /&gt;21. Landon (haha, some cool guy from my imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: i am so out of names, thus very random list.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 good points about 12? [Lee]&lt;br /&gt;Umm...crazy, hilarious and...good? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you buy 6 for his/her birthday? [Rebecca]&lt;br /&gt;Some anime stuff, or maybe some classics, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 3 and 19 make a good couple? [Willianto &amp;amp; Ying Xuan]&lt;br /&gt;You think!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 words, describe 17 [Peiyan]&lt;br /&gt;Great friend indeed. (Lol, no sarcasm intended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a delicious banana cake to spare, who would you give it to and why?&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it to whoever who wants it, I think. If I'm that able to not succumb to temptation and finish the whole cake by myself, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which movie would 9 star in? [Si Wei]&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. Sing to the Dawn! Lol! Since she sings well, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colours would describe 15? [Cassandra]&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her blog, I'd say red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name how 1 and 20 is important in your essence of living. [Jocelyn &amp;amp; Ying Xuan]&lt;br /&gt;Right. Jocelyn important in the sense that I'd get no more blog quizzes, or some spam tags, or someone that I don't know how she "looks/sounds like but is talking with so vigorously." Hah. And Ying Xuan, lol! Haha, no one else to go to debate trainings with! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What job would 10 most likely to get? [Grace]&lt;br /&gt;Scientist. (Haha, sorry I said this, cos when I was online you were doing science! And I don't know what job you would most likely be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What subject can you link 14 to and why. [Nicholas Foo]&lt;br /&gt;Subject!? Maths! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love 8? And explain in detail why. [Marcus o2 ]&lt;br /&gt;Define love? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you related to 2? [Justin]&lt;br /&gt;Some True Friend and Twin relationship according to the quiz. Haha, otherwise, yes, good friends, and classmates. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you sit an aeroplane with 11 alone? [Yijie]&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I can't sit an aeroplane alone with ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which movie would you watch with 21? [Landon]&lt;br /&gt;Right, he's just a figment of my imagination. He watches everything I watch. Haha, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you immediately think of when you see or hear 18? [Sherry]&lt;br /&gt;Rounds and push-ups!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest someone 7 should go out with. [Cherie]&lt;br /&gt;Sanity! Nah, I'm kidding, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about 4? [Nicholas Lim]&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, whoever he wants to go out with!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 17 ever rob a bank? [Peiyan]&lt;br /&gt;Doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with 15? [Cassandra]&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if you mean that kind of date, then nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of an alternative name for 20 and why. [Ying Xuan]&lt;br /&gt;Erm, some PIXEL name from his PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the world be like without 3? [Willianto]&lt;br /&gt;One less smart/ kind (damn, i can't find a better word for that) guy! And the world falls. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a random fact about 12. [Lee]&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't taken revenge yet! And does not know how to. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 13 in a disorientated state? [Guang Han]&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about 18? [Sherry]&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will 5 and 21 make a good couple? [Kailin &amp;amp; Landon]&lt;br /&gt;Such a real person, together with an abstract character. Hah, would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about 9 and 11? [Si Wei &amp;amp; Yi Jie]&lt;br /&gt;Doubt so!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a place you would really want to go with 10. [Grace]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know? The 159 Route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What icecream flavour would describe 11? [Yijie]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!? Peppermint, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you use to be in love with 16? [Nicholas Wong]&lt;br /&gt;Lols, no!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you see a potential murderer in 19? [Marcus o1]&lt;br /&gt;Not yet! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in another post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5519787561893195984?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5519787561893195984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5519787561893195984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5519787561893195984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5519787561893195984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/106-and-blog-quiz-is-completed.html' title='106. and a blog quiz is completed!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2173748452387184824</id><published>2008-11-07T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:47:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>105. of a deja vu</title><content type='html'>And right before I leave for choir later on, I'll be posting whatever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I realised I have nothing to post about. Everyday blogging about holidays. Yeah, haha, haven't been able to do any homework (other than maths) yet. Plan to complete movie review by this weekend. It's a french movie, but with English subtitles. Wonder if that can be reviewed. And Commonwealth Essay, plan to complete it after I come back from overseas (25th November). So that I have more inspiration to write! (Nah, it's just a synonym for procrastination.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I still can't manage to get the last page of ITSUKI NO KOMORI-UTA right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, and I'm being rushed down right now. So, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;(will try to post something else next time round)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2173748452387184824?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2173748452387184824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2173748452387184824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2173748452387184824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2173748452387184824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/105-of-deja-vu.html' title='105. of a deja vu'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3871243744574139061</id><published>2008-11-05T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:50:54.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>104. full circle once again</title><content type='html'>Just a very very quick post since I got to go soon, and I feel deader by the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall be a busy day, I guess. So much I promised myself I'll do tomorrow, a day when I'm at home 24 hours. I'll do homework, sure. I'll do so many more things fun and not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework! I shall quote what I posted in the class blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;: Movie Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;: Commonwealth Essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;: Read-the-passage-and-answer-the-questions Homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;: (I suppose we should) Memorise 115 成语 and 160 谚语.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;: Algebra Worksheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;: Physics (Work Done, Moments, Pressure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;: Biology (Digestion in Animals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;: IT PowerPoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so much homework to do. And I've only done maths! Save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3871243744574139061?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3871243744574139061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3871243744574139061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3871243744574139061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3871243744574139061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/104-full-circle-once-again.html' title='104. full circle once again'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8917294002394265075</id><published>2008-11-03T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:13:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>103. full-circle is a universal law</title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting as regularly as promised. Let's start with homework. Haven't been touching homework since the completion of maths until yesterday. Although I didn't do any yesterday, I figured what I had to do, and how I had to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Chinese's 115 成语 and 160 谚语 is killer. I have to complete 3 成语 and 4 谚语 a day to be able to complete it by the end of the holidays. And I'm so dead without English translations of those words and without 汉语拼音. Next, there is a tough choice on which topic to write on for the Commonwealth Essay. And I can go on writing about homework, but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another matter. The holidays are kinda boring already. With much homework there to be completed, yet not wanting to complete them, and having nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I realised I'm out of blogging content. I think I'll go change my blogskin now. Relink people (which is a long time since I've done so). And get going with some homework. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running out of post titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, see you later with the new blogskin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8917294002394265075?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8917294002394265075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8917294002394265075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8917294002394265075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8917294002394265075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/103-full-circle-is-universal-law.html' title='103. full-circle is a universal law'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1931245634813138115</id><published>2008-11-01T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:40:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>102. adventures of your lifetime</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll start with the results first, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; - 73.0 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; - 65% (B3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics &lt;/span&gt;- 73% (A2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science &lt;/span&gt;- 75% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography &lt;/span&gt;- 88% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History &lt;/span&gt;- 82% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E. Literature &lt;/span&gt;- 66% (B3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Design and Technology &lt;/span&gt;- 88% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Economics &lt;/span&gt;- 76% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visual Arts &lt;/span&gt;- 72% (A2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total &lt;/span&gt;- 758/1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percentage &lt;/span&gt;- 75.8%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class Position &lt;/span&gt;- 5/40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level Position &lt;/span&gt;- 20/240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think it was much much higher than what I expected. Initially I had an expectation of 10 in class position, and 40 in level position. So, in this sense, I'm more than content. However, I thought my literature could have scored higher, if I hadn't had poor time management during the paper (note to self: read instructions before starting paper). Also, my art could have gotten an A1 if not for a few slipshod works and much late work. Mathematics is okay for me, since I was never a good maths student at all. English came unexpectedly higher than what I thought would be, so to me that's good. Chinese, perhaps, was unpredictable, and a B3 was quite okay for me. Science was also okay. Home Economics, I have nothing to say, almost failed theory, but practical is okay, I guess. Design and Technology was unexpectedly A1, despite a rather bad artefact, but I guess theory pulled me up for that. Geography and History are kind of my most contented subjects of all, quite well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's over already. Mug harder next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, try to edit post later! Goodbye for now! Add more stuff later (if possible)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1931245634813138115?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1931245634813138115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1931245634813138115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1931245634813138115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1931245634813138115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/11/102-adventures-of-your-lifetime.html' title='102. adventures of your lifetime'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4686819215207150830</id><published>2008-10-29T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:26:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101. two roads in a yellow wood</title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from some form of Writer's Block; I don't know how to start, continue or end this post. I think this post will be slightly crappy, although most posts already are, so the degree of crapping makes no difference anyway. Oh, and I'm stuck again...how to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me start off with some lame stuff first. I realised when I post on the blog, I'll have a certain way, or "style" of writing I have adapted. Which is kinda irritating sometimes. Cos I realised my style is the boring kinda style which no one reads, and then I type loads of crap that no one wants/ needs to read. So I guess I have to change my style of writing on this blog and put in more readable stuff. Let the style slowly evolve to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random. And on to something less random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was officially day one of the class chalet. Let me try to start from the very beginning. Before leaving the house, I actually wanted to blog, but I thought if I did so, I would be late. Thus, I didn't. Then I took Bus 89 with Willianto to Downtown East. And on the ride, saw Marcus and Yijie. And when we were there, we realised that the organisers/co-organisers were even later than us. So, when they arrived we got settled in. And found out that there were some other Xinmin classes there too. And Marcus led us a very long way to an unknown destination...which we spoke in many different accents on the way there. And then we went back again. And we played Mahjong. Then the barbecue was kinda okay? Gastric- an unacceptable illness to be found in a society like ours when food isn't scarce!? Job creation. Butter-man. Eunice's hidden passion for fanning?! Etc. Slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can elaborate more on this later part, cos it isn't as fast-happening as the earlier hours. Siwei claimed she was going to die. We persuaded her to tell us why. But she didn't tell in the end. Only said that she was going for a check-up. She said it didn't matter. We said that it matters...because we can pray to the coconut trees! In the end, she didn't say anything. Then going home a long distance. Justin led us the forbidden short-cut. The creepy eerie, cricket-sound infested area. And then we took the 89 home. Which we found a better (I think?) way home. And I had a stomachache. So, I didn't manage to complete the story I was telling Willianto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am guessing no one read that whole chunk up there cos it's haphazardly placed anyhow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the class chalet was kinda okay. Actually, it made me realise a lot of things. Very easily inspired person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday Spirit- Slacking. Ah, such a guilt to be indulging in such sin for 2 whole months. Okay, not exactly. Once I get my books...I am prepared to start mugging like crazy for next year. Haha, inspired by poor results this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings to the point of this Friday! Which is Report Book Day! Oh, the four subjects are going to pull me so down. Literature, Chinese, Art and Maths. Still kinda hoping for Top 50 in level or at least somewhere significantly higher from 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to something random. I think Ken Follett's World Without End is nice. The starting gets you glued for what's going to happen at the end already. So there's no way you can leave the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Halfway typing this post, I was telling Willianto what to post on the class blog, and I realised that I can give him better ideas to blog than giving myself ideas to blog on this blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, less random again now! Had choir practice today! The basses seem to be standing throughout the whole practice today. And did only Salmo 150 today! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of time today. And I need help! Unfortunately, some of the others are still in the chalet, and they are not online so they can't help! Haha, luckily there is such a helpful (and harmful) thing known as the Internet that can help me with so many things. Cheers to anonymous yet helpful lurkers of the double-edged Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end this post soon already. It's been awhile since I posted. And quite a very long while since I managed a post as long as this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, ending. Gotta get up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, long while. Goodbye fellow Netizens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4686819215207150830?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4686819215207150830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4686819215207150830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4686819215207150830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4686819215207150830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/101-two-roads-in-yellow-wood.html' title='101. two roads in a yellow wood'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6278013501046718518</id><published>2008-10-25T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:09:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100. empty, empty, empty, bored</title><content type='html'>Celebrating #100 for the second time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the blog I created during the start of the year was privatised, so that's how this blog ended up where it is. Come to think of it, it's kinda stupid to have made private that blog then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in celebration of 100, I'll try to be a little random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the school holidays. The school holidays began yesterday, two-month long. It seems as if the year has passed so fast, too fast. After getting results, I have decided to work doubly harder! No more procrastination, deadline chasing, slacking, etc. Okay, minimise it. Need better results, so need to work harder. I guess many people are doing so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, random quote: "How can I not know how someone looks like when I'm chatting with him so 'vigorously'!' Uhh, okay, that's random. And it's courtesy of the Kshatriya. Also, yesterday, I had 'three conversations, but was talking to one person', which also happened to be courtesy of Kshatriya. Okay, feature done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised my posts are getting crappier. But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out yesterday was deadline for something. But also realised it wasn't important any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtains closed, nothing to see anymore, and that is all there is to say. Holidays are bad things. I think if you revisit the June posts, you'd probably see the word 'bored' more than any other word. Same, I guess, will be of the December holidays. Filled with days of emptiness. Everyone just wants someone to talk to. I guess I will just end up talking to my own blog most of the times. Haha, staying at home's so boring, rather go to school for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, ending the post now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6278013501046718518?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6278013501046718518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6278013501046718518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6278013501046718518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6278013501046718518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/100-empty-empty-empty-bored.html' title='100. empty, empty, empty, bored'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3699609185885011673</id><published>2008-10-21T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:35:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99. dead and dead</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, where do I start? Well, let's start from the final exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Design and Technology Paper (48/50 or 96%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the best done paper, and, okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super dead to be even posting. Will post tomorrow, AKA last day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3699609185885011673?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3699609185885011673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3699609185885011673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3699609185885011673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3699609185885011673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/99-dead-and-dead.html' title='99. dead and dead'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4591334304129085970</id><published>2008-10-20T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:08:06.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98. it never ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's start with the papers. Basically, all were not up to expectations, but they surpassed what I thought would be of the results. So, I guess with the balancing of every test, I could end up with a satisfactory overall. But really, EOYs I guess not up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Paper 1 (48/60) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazily enough, I made a good enough situational writing to get a 25, and a passable standard of composition to get a 23. But Justin's composition is real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Paper 2 (32/50) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claimed by Mr Chin, the whole cohort did badly. Yeah, the comprehension I got a 13/25. And the summary a 19/25. So, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Overall (73.0% or A2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, English performance was actually above what I thought I would get, and could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Paper 1 (39/70) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had luck with getting good marks for situational this season (15/20). But...my composition got a 27/50 (at first), and got a 24/50 in the end (for wrong words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Paper 2 (46.5/70) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quite okay-ly done. Did real badly for multiple choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Overall (64.8% or B4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with oral marks, I get a 64.8% which is a 0.2% from a B3. But, oh well, good enough, better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science Paper 1 (32/45)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science Paper 2 (41.5/60)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking it down...for Biology, I got a 15/20, which is the highest of the three papers. And Chemistry, a 14/20, second-best. Lastly, Physics, with a 12.5/20. Is okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science Overall (70.0% or A2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Science, I guess I just done well enough to get at the A2 mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics Paper 1 (37/60)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, disappointing with a lot of I-don't-know questions. And with one I randomly guessed correctly and got 2 marks from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics Paper 2 (61/80)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite okay-ly done also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics Overall (69.0% or B3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is quite okay, actually. Though not satisfactory. I don't like numbers, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History Paper AKA Overall (33/40, 82.5% or A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be done quite badly. Basically, it was kind of unexpected, but in a good way. Lost 4 marks for comparison. 1 mark x 2 for each inference question. And 1 mark in the SEQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature Paper AKA Overall (29/50, 58% or C5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full circle! My Literature's back to a C5. Hadn't had time to complete the whole paper well enough, thus, a C5. But I guess with the help of other tests, it would neutralise it into at least a B4 or 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still D&amp;amp;T Paper to get back tomorrow, hopefully, it would be a good enough score. Looking at my results in a different way, I've got...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A1 x 1, A2 x 2, B3 x 1, B4 x 1, C5 x 1.&lt;/span&gt; That's about everything. Won't say much more about results till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4591334304129085970?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4591334304129085970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4591334304129085970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4591334304129085970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4591334304129085970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/98-it-never-ends.html' title='98. it never ends'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6641576973633889252</id><published>2008-10-19T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:07:45.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>97. seriously, i'm serious</title><content type='html'>Seriously, when did I tell Siwei about the results thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are predictions for my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: B3 - B4 (My languages fail me...)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: C5 (My second language failed me more...)&lt;br /&gt;Maths: A2 (I have no fate with numbers...)&lt;br /&gt;Science: A1 (My most confident subject of all, unexpectedly...)&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T: A2 (Too random to predict, but quite easy...)&lt;br /&gt;Literature: B3 - D7 (Very large range, probably in the lower range...)&lt;br /&gt;History: B3 (Harder paper than expected, am dead...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography: A1 (It's over!)&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics: A1 (It's over!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are disappointing. And we are getting back results this Monday! Somehow, it's a anticipating yet reluctant feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was inspired by Siwei's post which was inspired by me!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6641576973633889252?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6641576973633889252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6641576973633889252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6641576973633889252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6641576973633889252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/97-seriously-im-serious.html' title='97. seriously, i&apos;m serious'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1479641651072273238</id><published>2008-10-15T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:44:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>96. familiar, but different</title><content type='html'>Hah, looks like I'm not posting that regularly even after the exams. I guess the addiction has slowly faded away. And now, I seem to just be surfing the web and that kills all the time. Actually, the thing is, now that we have no more homework/projects/etc., time seem to not even fly at all. Perhaps I'm not used to this slowness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's marking day, so is Friday. Then there is the Saturday and Sunday weekends. Before school comes again. Things are getting boring. I remember the last time posting about boredom, during the June Holidays, let's hope the December Holidays won't be as boring as the June Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will talk about today. It was raining after school. We were soaked. Murphy's Law at work. Ah, that's enough a summary. I have no mood to narrate stories now. So, I shall not narrate and talk about other random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first created a blog in January, my initial objective was to at some point of time, go back and see how I've changed from then. I guess now I can go back and say that I have changed quite much. I will take some time out to read archives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I can't blog any further, and we'll wait another day till I blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1479641651072273238?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1479641651072273238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1479641651072273238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1479641651072273238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1479641651072273238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/96-familiar-but-different.html' title='96. familiar, but different'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-256577814511423627</id><published>2008-10-12T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:57:32.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>95. day seven (it's late but still)</title><content type='html'>Sorry for a super late post on the last day of exams! Really been awhile since I had the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of exams was the D&amp;amp;T Paper! I think I still can pass. But, 20 marks for graphics makes me a little worried. Cos I don't think one orthographic drawing could cost 20 marks. And for the design part, the designs were kind of screwed. Some random inspiration of flamingoes and heliconias were given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the last day of exams. Everything has stopped, now we have nothing. Holidays are approaching, might be kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd try to post more about open house, etc. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-256577814511423627?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/256577814511423627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=256577814511423627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/256577814511423627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/256577814511423627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/95-day-seven-its-late-but-still.html' title='95. day seven (it&apos;s late but still)'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3765174392112496953</id><published>2008-10-08T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:44:41.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>94. day five / six (disappointment sets in)</title><content type='html'>Let me start from yesterday, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics Paper 1. In contrast to Paper 2, it is definitely harder. Mathematics Paper overall seems to be easier than expected to me. For that, I think I'll be able to ace maths on the borderline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding to today, it was the Literature Paper. No doubt the most disappointing paper. In fact, I thought the questions were rather okay if not for a lack of time. The essay questions on The Eldest Brother was quite easy, despite that, I messed it up.  I spent a whole load of 1 hour there and someone told me that the instructions written "You are advised not to spend more than 40 minutes on each section." I wish I had seen that. And I had half and hour for passage-based. I guess the first question of passage based I would fail. The second question I would barely scrape through. And the third question just do a little well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could be my first failed test, considering how badly passage-based was done. And to think it's worth 25 marks. Was quite disappointed with my performance on the paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, a boy fails literature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my tagboard has tags, I'll reply tags, kay? It's a week of tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;peiyan&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks for tagging! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KSHATRIYA&lt;/span&gt;: I could have gotten full marks for everything! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherinateo(:&lt;/span&gt;: o.O Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xDkailinxD&lt;/span&gt;: What the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lee&lt;/span&gt;: Heh, I only have two more days anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt;: Very soon. I hope, after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt;: You top history, and still dare to say the test sucked. But it's true. And it's pink, yeah. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The guy from 05&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, and we have yet to "pay (her) back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENDI :D&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks. And yeah...same school, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;peiyan&lt;/span&gt; (again): Jiayou too, peiyannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Girl from 05&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ardnassac&lt;/span&gt;: A lot of girls from 05 join choir. So, yesh, heh, good luck for remaining EOYs, Cassandrathe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta start science-ing again! Treasuring the precious moments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(force x perpendicular distance from the line of action of the force applied to the pivot)&lt;/span&gt; with science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Days to End of EOYs" - refer to whiteboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3765174392112496953?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3765174392112496953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3765174392112496953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3765174392112496953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3765174392112496953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/94-day-five-six-disappointment-sets-in.html' title='94. day five / six (disappointment sets in)'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6099184035131455306</id><published>2008-10-06T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:36:06.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>93. day four</title><content type='html'>And today we had Science test! Biology was, I guess the easiest of the three. Yup, so I started on the Biology Paper. Relatively easy, should be the one I score in. Then I opened the Physics Paper. I looked at it, and decided it was the hardest of the three. So my second paper was Chemistry. Chemistry essay test was...hard to choose. On one hand, question two looked like the absolute question to score. While on the other, question one looked relatively better to me. Since I forgotten what covalent bonds are, and so many things, I opted for one. And then came the Physics Paper. Calculations of work done was slightly screwed. Everyone had differing answers on the essay question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go. Art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6099184035131455306?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6099184035131455306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6099184035131455306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6099184035131455306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6099184035131455306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/93-day-four.html' title='93. day four'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5843282939338766640</id><published>2008-10-03T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:14:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>92. day three (and five more to go)</title><content type='html'>Had Mathematics Paper 2 and History Paper today. The amount of foundation I have for each subject was inversely proportionate to the difficulty level of the papers. For History, I have been studying since some 200 BCE, and I guess it turned out unexpectedly difficult. I took more time to ponder on whether my answer would make a valid and reasonable one rather than start scribbling, thus explaining why I have no more time left to check. For maths, it was easier than expected, despite not having a great foundation for maths, especially algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still five more papers to go till the end of the exams. And yet there is this GAT rising in this crucial moment. GAT stands for 'Gaming Addiction Trend', which was coined up naturally by the occurrence of games being played recently. Previously calculated 3 games now unexpectedly rose to 4 due to today's conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I must start studying for the other five papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5843282939338766640?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5843282939338766640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5843282939338766640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5843282939338766640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5843282939338766640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/10/92-day-three-and-five-more-to-go.html' title='92. day three (and five more to go)'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4522882015571005934</id><published>2008-09-29T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:59:46.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>91. day two</title><content type='html'>Hello! So, the second day of papers. Had English Paper 2 and Chinese Paper 1 today. Somehow, the comprehension for English Paper 2 was difficult. Conservation of wildlife. Of the five vocabulary questions, I only know one. And the others I somehow inferred. Summary was time-consuming. I had to cancel out how many words to get to the 150 standard and also replace many many words and change sentence structure to make it look more original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Paper 1, I think, was the most successful paper of the 4 taken. Although for informal letter it was kind of screwed. (I think I adopted too harsh a tone!) Nevertheless, I could scrape through at least a 12 or a 13, I guess, considering that misspelling of words should not be that prevalent as in other compositions because I used a dictionary. Same goes for the main composition. I totally adopted a new style of writing Chinese compositions. Somehow like my English composition. I started to describe things in more detail. (Normally, my Chinese ones have no detail.) And I guess that might be one of the better compositions I have written, based on my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, overall, I guess I screwed my language papers up. I had not enough concentration to do my papers with the best. I shall be praying for my English to remain a B3 (or above). And my Chinese...I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, there are no papers tomorrow! School, holiday, school then two papers on Friday. Math Paper 1 and History Paper if I'm not mistaken. And I shall be working hard for both of them. I need to do a lot for math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other papers that I have not studied for quite some time (Literature, Science, D&amp;amp;T), I should be doing so by the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4522882015571005934?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4522882015571005934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4522882015571005934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4522882015571005934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4522882015571005934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/91-day-two.html' title='91. day two'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3180682485538270706</id><published>2008-09-26T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:58:03.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90. day one</title><content type='html'>The first day of EOYs, today. Even on the way while walking to school, I was both consciously and subconsciously writing compositions in my head. It was raining this morning, and I thought it was quite nice. I liked heavy rains, very heavy rain. I don't like drizzles, and in fact I don't like anything smaller than a torrent. Although it did kinda foreshadowed how I am going to screw my two papers later in the day. Right before the start of the first paper, everybody was wondering if there was going to be formal letters. But turned out there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, English Paper 1. Which was in fact turned out kind of screwed. My composition was too corny for it's own good. But you must blame it on the kind of questions they have. Situational Writing was kind of okay for me. Managed to remember informal letter format and not go out of point. Although after the whole exam everyone was saying that went out of point for situational writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Chinese Paper 2. I was kind of off-track for the first 30 minutes. I was actually slacking for the first 30 minutes, not really concentrating. Only at 11.00am then I started to rush everything out. And managed to finish on the dot at 12.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today's performance was darn bad. Gave a corny plot for composition, and didn't concentrate well enough for CL paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need to start getting ready for my other papers if I want to achieve my targets. No more papers like how I screwed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3180682485538270706?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3180682485538270706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3180682485538270706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3180682485538270706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3180682485538270706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/90-day-one.html' title='90. day one'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1939752404858520219</id><published>2008-09-19T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:00:27.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>89. ctrl+z</title><content type='html'>I think this will be the last post before the EOYs begin (so it is rather long, pardon it)! The EOYs are exactly 1 week away from today. Practically, studying is in very very non-intensive mood. Which is bad. I have only managed to study history, and half of science. The other subjects are untouched. And it is decided that my D&amp;amp;T will fail because I didn't hand in the circuit. But I cannot afford to fail. I have decided that I must not get any C(s). Hopefully, I get panicky in the last and final week before the examinations and start studying in intensive mode, seriously. And I hope my resolution on not going online on MSN (unless for projects, homework, etc.) for the next 21 days do work out. I'd go online for awhile, maybe, because somehow it has become difficult to survive without it. EOYs. They come too fast, don't they? Seriously, schools should give a one week break to let the students study on their own. Or at least put all projects on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was basically rushing D&amp;amp;T to hand in. I realised that my D&amp;amp;T could pass off as the worst D&amp;amp;T work piece ever in the entire history of the school. I am the new "Creator of Destruction". Realised that my entire project schedule is getting unpredictable by the day. I don't know how many projects I've not touched already. Music is Doomsday. Fortunately, "The Deadline Chasers" have decided to complete the Life Science Project by this Sunday. Which include finishing off the script, and doing out report. And my art is bad. I realise I've been owing teachers art since I-don't-know-when and thus my "Character Design" has a "18(-3)/25" and "Late!" on it. But Miss Ho is so kind to extend another art's deadline to Monday! Although I probably wouldn't be able to complete it by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life has a 'ctrl+z' button. I wish life has an 'undo' button. This was randomly inspired by my destroyed D&amp;amp;T, which I supposedly did something terrible to it, and wanted to 'ctrl+z' it. But life really needs a 'ctrl+z' button. If only when we made a mistake, we could just undo it. And start all over again, until we're right. If only life had a 'ctrl+c' and 'ctrl+v' button so I can copy and paste the good parts of my life and put them in constant replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was back a few months. Or a few years. Where I didn't need to worry for a single thing, where I needn't need to face all this tension. I wish I understood less, yet I wish I understood more. I wish I needn't be involved in all these wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was Primary 6, nothing really mattered other than friendship. There wasn't anything else. I didn't remember a day where people fought over serious matters. I couldn't remember anything like what's happening now. And at home, I didn't remember anything happening like this year. Perhaps because we are now older, or maybe because we are working together in projects more than usual. When you get older, you understand more, but how I wish I knew less.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't want to know anything. I don't know anything. I...want so many things. Nowadays, I like sleep time better. Firstly, because I don't get enough sleep. Secondly, you don't have to think about anything else. Thirdly, my dreams are better than reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no mood to type any more. I shall proceed with reading something, and perhaps feel better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, see you perhaps during/after the EOYs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1939752404858520219?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1939752404858520219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1939752404858520219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1939752404858520219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1939752404858520219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/89-ctrlz.html' title='89. ctrl+z'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5705315944569127164</id><published>2008-09-17T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:52:32.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>88. posting, slacking</title><content type='html'>I just had to blog. Today isn't really the exact day to study. I seem to like to slack a lot today. I just completed reading for spelling, (half of) literature homework and nothing. I wish I could study. And I think I will...until 10.30pm! Because I need sleep. I want sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen fast, too fast. I am at a loss as of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days to EOYs. 23 days to EO-EOYs. Somehow, I don't know why, I'm aiming very high this time. Higher than I've ever aimed in my life. Higher than I've ever seen in my life. Unfortunately, one's abilities falling short of one's desires. Here will be my what most probably my report book will look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - B3&lt;br /&gt;Maths - A2&lt;br /&gt;Science - A1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - B4&lt;br /&gt;Geography - A1&lt;br /&gt;History - A1&lt;br /&gt;Literature - A2&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics - A1&lt;br /&gt;Design and Technology - B3&lt;br /&gt;Art and Design - A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my prediction according to current situation. But my hopes are higher than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Perfect: No...&lt;br /&gt;Tall: I guess?&lt;br /&gt;In your pajamas: Non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;Left-handed: Right-handed (But when I use a knife and fork, I do it the left-handed way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;Friend you saw: Cherie, on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to on the phone: My mum, to say she'd be back late.&lt;br /&gt;Person to text you: Willianto, "Looks like the world is falling today."&lt;br /&gt;Is today better than yesterday: Yesterday better, in a sense. Tomorrow shall be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;Numbers: 3 - Seem to see that number many times.&lt;br /&gt;Colors: Black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Food: Too many.&lt;br /&gt;Place: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS and ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing you did this morning when you got up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Stand up, and say..."I've hardly slept." in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you watched in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wall-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars?&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a fairytale question. I'd rather wish upon other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;On my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did you sleep there?&lt;br /&gt;Because you're supposed to sleep on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Try figuring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your last thought before going to bed?&lt;br /&gt;"EOYs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now, one being bad, ten being great?&lt;br /&gt;7. Not sure why. But instincts tell me 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;Rapid blows from my fingers onto the keyboard against the blowing of the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Go figure. Inability to start studying hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;I'm neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Stalk me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents still married?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASICS:&lt;br /&gt;Real name? Hoo Yong Chuan Shawn!&lt;br /&gt;Age? Thirteen!&lt;br /&gt;Eye color? Black!&lt;br /&gt;Male or female? Male!&lt;br /&gt;Single? Double! Triple! Quadruple! Quintuple! Etc! Etc!&lt;br /&gt;Crushing? Smashing!&lt;br /&gt;Smart? Not really!&lt;br /&gt;Hair color? Black!&lt;br /&gt;Sweats or Jeans? Jeans!&lt;br /&gt;Phone or Camera? Camera phone!&lt;br /&gt;Health freak? Hypochondriac!&lt;br /&gt;Right or left? Right!&lt;br /&gt;SMOKE or Drink? Neither!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;First best friend? You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;First award? Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;First enemy? Don't wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;First pet? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;First vacation? Malaysia, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Eating? Food.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking? Drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to? Typing.&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tomorrow? Wake up, go to school, watch time pass by, projects, mug, home, mug, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE GENDER:&lt;br /&gt;Lips or eyes? Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller? Not too tall, not too short.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous? Romantically spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive or loud? Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Hook-up or in a relationship? Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Drank hard drinks? I drink soft drinks, though.&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses/contacts? Don't wear them.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home? No, and won't.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart? Like I'm supposed to know.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested? For making a grammar mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone? Depends on your definition of 'like'.&lt;br /&gt;Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? Semi-happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5705315944569127164?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5705315944569127164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5705315944569127164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5705315944569127164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5705315944569127164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/88-posting-slacking.html' title='88. posting, slacking'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5608463511726848177</id><published>2008-09-16T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:20:27.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>87. end-of-years are coming to town</title><content type='html'>10 days to EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm only mugging for real 10 days before the End-of-Years. But I guess it is kind of possible to be able to cover most of what I am supposed to cover in these 10 days. For English and Chinese, all I have to do is remember the formal letter/informal letter formats. For Maths, I'd have to start revising everything all over again. For Science, I've only covered certain topics, and definitely need to start memorising a lot more. For History, I have to start on Chapter 9&amp;amp;10. For DnT, I guess I have to start from scratch. For Literature, I'd just have to read the two plays again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10 days, it is possible. Also considering that the first two days of examinations will be on English and Chinese. Which doesn't require much studying. And then there is this break where you can study for History and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still it's kinda too much for me. I am doing Chemistry today. Have done two chapters. Wanted to complete at least three chapters. I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. EOYs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5608463511726848177?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5608463511726848177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5608463511726848177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5608463511726848177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5608463511726848177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/87-end-of-years-are-coming-to-town.html' title='87. end-of-years are coming to town'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5842644538427250363</id><published>2008-09-11T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:59:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86. random, yes, random</title><content type='html'>I am so guilty of not posting for so many days. And I'm not exactly willing to type out paragraphs. Thus, forgive me. I'll do blog quizzes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where would you go if someone sponsored you an air ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Around The World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you like to do the most?&lt;br /&gt;Sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were given a chance to receive something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Things you can't live without?&lt;br /&gt;Life processes, Friends, Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose?&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to lose...a) my mind, b) my memory, c) the people around me, d) Etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you won 1 million dollars, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Can I not answer this hypothetical question? Money can't buy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;(Reminds me of the joke in RD, "What if there were no hypothetical questions?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Que sera, sera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List down three good points of the person who gave you this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;I. Stole. This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you have a super power, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Ability to make people tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you go for happiness or money?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you think are the most important people in your life?&lt;br /&gt;You know who all of you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a boy/girlfriend, would die for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who was the last person who hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the one thing you want to do badly now?&lt;br /&gt;Get over with this quiz, and sleep. (11.40, FYI!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who are you close to?&lt;br /&gt;Those with sticky-glue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you courageous enough to tell the person that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you could do one thing all over again, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;You mean I could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I Shall Tag...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5842644538427250363?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5842644538427250363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5842644538427250363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5842644538427250363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5842644538427250363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/86-random-yes-random.html' title='86. random, yes, random'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5785915867369103276</id><published>2008-09-07T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:46:27.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>85. my schedule to death</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have no time to blog for the past few days, and actually I have a lot I want to blog since the last time I did so...I have decided not to blog. My whole list is already filled with drafts. There really is a lot to post, but then I'm not in the mood, and don't really have the time. Yes, who has time, actually? It is the last day of the holidays, school reopens tomorrow, and we are all rushing last minute projects, homework, revision, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I really wish I could...&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete editing the History Quiz (due tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;2) Complete Maths Homework (due Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;3) Complete Art Animation (due Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;4) Complete revising for Chinese Test (due Sometime This Week)&lt;br /&gt;5) Complete English Summary (due Sometime This Week)&lt;br /&gt;6) Complete Drama Props (due Friday)&lt;br /&gt;7) Complete DNA Project (due Week Two)&lt;br /&gt;8) Complete Music Project (due Week Four)&lt;br /&gt;9) Complete Revision for End-Of-Years (due EOY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, I've once again got myself into the biggest debt you can ever get in the world. I'm going to start History Quiz now, then I'm going to try revising for Chinese Test, if all else fails, I'll revise for the EOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any help? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5785915867369103276?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5785915867369103276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5785915867369103276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5785915867369103276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5785915867369103276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/85-my-schedule-to-death.html' title='85. my schedule to death'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3694871804802920796</id><published>2008-09-02T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:33:18.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>84. a sincere 'lil thought</title><content type='html'>Perfect timing. I'm blogging minutes after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, never mind. And I doubt I would be able to complete this post. The holidays has already started, and it was supposed to be a time to clear all outstanding work undone. Unfortunately, previous plans have been shelved and I realise I'm going to slack for the whole of the holidays. Okay, not really. The History Group has somewhat managed to keep things under control and completed it at the start of the holidays, but then I still want to give it a final edit to keep things in perfect condition. The Drama Group decides to meet on Wednesday, although initially tomorrow, but due to unknown and unforeseen circumstances it has been postponed. The DNA Group is currently Missing-In-Action, no attempts have been made to try complete the project by this holidays. The Music Group is also currently Missing-In-Action, which is weird, because we were supposed to meet in the holidays. But small wonder, because everybody is busy in the holidays, and who in the right mind has the time to go out taking photographs of My Neighbourhood when they can be obviously doing something more productive. And currently, My DnT is still in the DnT workshop waiting to be taken out of the cupboard once again, and be dealt with once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for project work. There is Choir this Thursday. And unfortunately clashes with Conversational Malay Classes. Small chance we can forgo Conversational Malay for Choir. I have no idea why we have these classes. And why must they be held during the holidays? They should be held in some Chinese class instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the point on project work. Actually, out of the five projects I have at hand- one is done (final editing required), two is Missing-In-Action, one will be meeting up, and the last one is in the cupboard. Which leaves me in this holidays to handle the editing of the history quiz. And I think I might start doing something about the DNA proposal. "The Deadline Chasers" indeed live up to their very name. But, I shall break this trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, therefore my holiday plans have been greatly reshuffled. But, actually, that's good. Which means I have so many days to slack and not do any project work! And by slack, I don't really mean slack. Slack as in reading textbooks while lying down on bed and maybe falling asleep. Well, at least you do something productive while doing something so unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, a last point before I end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sincere little thought really matters more than anything else anyone could give. The year is drawing to an end. Soon enough, 2009 will come as something quite similar to 2008, but yet so different. Hopefully, 2009 will be different, a little different. A little better than 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I even saying this like it's the end of the year? Oh, and sorry for blogging so weirdly today. I just feel very hyper and weird today, and decide to post in a very unusually eccentric manner. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3694871804802920796?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3694871804802920796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3694871804802920796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3694871804802920796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3694871804802920796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/09/84a-sincere-lil-thought.html' title='84. a sincere &apos;lil thought'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4399203501865573964</id><published>2008-08-30T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:37:48.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>83. que sera, sera</title><content type='html'>My recent posts are all incomplete. That is because, then I hadn't blogged for so many days that I had to post a whole chunk in one post! But, I don't think I will be completing those posts already. Perhaps they weren't meant to be posted. But, if they are really meant to be posted, they will be posted one day. Let's hope I manage to complete this post, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the holidays have officially started! And, no, not "happy holidays", it's obviously an oxymoron. Basically, I'm sure this one week holiday would be study, homework and projects for everyone. The exams has been pushed forward, to 26 September, which is five days earlier than expected. I should have started long ago. And, in fact, I started only 1 month before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday, to me, is to clear up all the projects that I still have to clear. And perhaps study for the upcoming exams which I have very high hopes for. Thus, this post is dedicated as a to-do-list! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama- The Pirates' Code&lt;br /&gt;Music- My Neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;Life Science- DNA&lt;br /&gt;DnT- Desktop Organizer&lt;br /&gt;History- History Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths- Notebook and Foolscap&lt;br /&gt;English- Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- Idioms 41-80; 二十年以后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, History and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama group, which day are we meeting up again? DNA group, we have to finish the proposal fast. Music group, when are we going to take the photos? History group, please choose a date to meet up and complete this thing, because the deadline is Monday, I think. DnT, I need to find a day to get back to the workshop, someone come with me? The respective people, of the respective groups- please answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4399203501865573964?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4399203501865573964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4399203501865573964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4399203501865573964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4399203501865573964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/83-que-sera-sera.html' title='83. que sera, sera'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3932099793692885067</id><published>2008-08-29T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:09:12.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>82. a dangerous feeling</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting regularly nowadays. But, I guess it is for a good cause, ain't it? Today actually marks the last day of term three. In school, it started off with lessons but ended off with a teachers' day celebration. I must say, the first two lessons of class must have ruined the day of the two teachers we met. English and history. Oh well. And then there was the teachers' day celebration. Which was kinda weird, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after that, some ex-Rosythians decided to go back to Rosyth! And so, when we arrived, 603'07 were at the coffee shop. Then, some decided to leave to Hougang first for lunch. And some of them did not go, like me. For me. it's because I just went from Hougang all the way there, and I don't want to end up in Hougang again, and having to make my way back again. Thus, when we arrived at the school gates, we saw more 603'07 people. Then, after long waiting time, we were finally let in. But we were only restricted movement in the IBC! We moved around in random motion, talked about random stuff, laughed randomly, witness random things happen, and so many more random happenings! That was basically the main outline of what happened in Rosyth today! Then, we met Mrs Teh! Where she wanted to take photos of us in case five years later she couldn't remember us already! Then, we told her that we still owed her a few issues of Readers Digest and she said, "Don't need to return me already. Keep it for remembrance."  And then she spoke random stuff! And we replied random stuff!  And, yeah, at least she remembered our names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the 603'07 people hasn't changed. Well, at least most of them. They do things the same way, they speak the same style, and people are still chasing after 'owed debts'. As some said, after we came back, we had nothing to say at all. I guess most of us had classmates from the same school. So, we came in pairs. But really, I don't think anybody has changed that much that we couldn't recognise his/her behaviour any more! Of course, physical changes yes. But actually, come to think about it, I don't think I really notice the distinct features of my classmates' behaviour when I was in Primary 6, except for a few closer ones. So maybe I can't really draw the differences between last year and this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, there are some similarities and differences between 603'07 and 102'08. 603'07 is actually less noisier than 102'08, which is actually something I really prefer about 603'07. And 603'07 can be distinctively divided into two groups- boys and girls. While 102'08, they aren't so distinctively divided, except that the cliques are more obvious, and there are many cliques. And there are so many differences. I like 102'08, but I like 603'07 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have changed, somehow. In terms of thinking, I don't think I think that selfishly any more. I think I consider the consequences first before I act on something. I have changed a lot, actually. In so many ways I can't name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- basically, I have more to post, but I have to go off now for awhile, so if I'm still in the mood, I'd post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3932099793692885067?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3932099793692885067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3932099793692885067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3932099793692885067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3932099793692885067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/82-dangerous-feeling.html' title='82. a dangerous feeling'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5667727542240621381</id><published>2008-08-25T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:07:12.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>81. a post in a while</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, long time since I posted. In fact, 6 days. Which I think is, for my blog, a record. And, even this post I am so lazy to type out. (I only go back to typing when I am tired of my work. Like now. So, this post will eventually take hours to complete.) The main reasons why I actually didn't blog for the past week is, obviously homework, etc. But sometimes, I just type the post halfway, and realise that I'm too lazy to post anymore, so I stop. And I delete the post. But this post, I'd post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week...came and go quite quickly. But, actually if you come to think of it, every single week is coming and going so quickly, you can't even track time. Time is moving faster than ever before, it's moving faster than it has in primary school. They say time flies when you're having fun. Then, shouldn't time fly faster in primary school? But...I guess time flies too when you're under the pressure of so many deadlines. Deadline Chasers, it's a very ideal group name for my Life Science group. Actually, I quite enjoy secondary school life. Not in the sense that we are very under pressure. But more in the sense that, the projects that we do are finally making more sense, the subjects we study are becoming more interesting, the stuff we do actually involves more bonding between classmates, etc. So, yeah, the past week was busy! So busy, I had no time to remember all the details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are basically two things I want to blog about pertaining last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That on Friday, we were being so childish at the playground. I think it's the most fun playground in the Hougang vicinity! We were swinging here, and bouncing there and whatnot. And for Yuchi, it seemed so much like a deja vu replayed for the hundredth time already! I think it was really fun there, although it started raining soon after. (It's funny to blog about one week ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my progress report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art - 71% (A2)&lt;br /&gt;I think I could have scored an A1 if I didn't slipshod-ly hand in my final two pieces of art (that in the end gotten 16/30 and 17/30)! I will strive for A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science (A1)&lt;br /&gt;Biology - 70%, 80% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY!&lt;br /&gt;Physics - 88% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;Boring subject but easy to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - 65%, 53% (C5)&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese is now pulling all my marks down. From a B3 down to a C5. The tests are getting harder! I think I must pull it up somewhere to a B3 again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T - 90% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;This is for theory, and I'm not even sure how I'm going to do for the practical part of D&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL - 57%, 78%, 76%, 60% (B3)&lt;br /&gt;I so need to buck up on my English! The scores for my languages are really disturbing. I need to put in more effort for English projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - 88% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a boring subject, but enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature - 82%, 87% (A1)&lt;br /&gt;Previously a C5 subject, but it will be so pulled up by this term's test and project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 50%, 76%, 88% (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Yet another depressing subject. Truth is, I don't do well with numbers. I cannot do math. The logic behind maths screws my brains up. And why can't we opt not to take maths! When people score their high A1s for this subject, I settle for an A2. And I'm inconsistent in math scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Statistics&lt;br /&gt;A1s- 4&lt;br /&gt;A2s- 2&lt;br /&gt;B3s- 1&lt;br /&gt;C5s- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, it seems almost identical to my CA marks. My English is the same grade, and around the same score as last time, which is my second lowest grade actually, a B3. And I had one C5 for CA, just that then it was literature, and now it is Chinese. Thus, I am fated to suffer one B3 and one C5 every time. And I must get rid of this. Somehow, the three subjects I really need to work on is English, Chinese and Maths. But the problem is languages can't be studied. And maths simply screws me up. Or at least I screw maths up. Excuses, I know. I have to do something, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how we should really start studying for EOYs already. I haven't started. My long forgotten facts of science...my long forgotten formulas of maths...my long forgotten formats of letter writing(!). And I should REALLY start studying already. Because, I am supposed to start so darn long, and I think I'm going to fail maths if I don't start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off to today! It wasn't exactly a good day in school today! I think the day came by as sleepy! During IT lessons were the worst, I think 90% of the class didn't complete the invader and chair for the Cinema 4D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- short for time! blog tomorrow! -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5667727542240621381?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5667727542240621381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5667727542240621381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5667727542240621381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5667727542240621381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/81-post-in-while.html' title='81. a post in a while'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4189663121820367558</id><published>2008-08-19T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:28:28.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80. do dying people get what they want?</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school again for the hundredth time this year, or something. I feel feverish now, and my fever has been on and off and on and off for the past day. Hopefully, tomorrow, I will be able to attend school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a good side, at least, for falling ill. Other than missing a Tuesday in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I feel so feverish, I don't know how it's going to fade. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4189663121820367558?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4189663121820367558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4189663121820367558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4189663121820367558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4189663121820367558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/80-do-dying-people-get-what-they-want.html' title='80. do dying people get what they want?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5831008090646312703</id><published>2008-08-17T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:41:07.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>79. thanks, and sorry</title><content type='html'>I think, I will...come to terms with everything already. I think, I will stop hanging on already. I want to put the past behind, and get on with life. I don't want to keep living in the past. I still think those few months were the happiest times of my life. And, although I disagree with some things you say, I'd do whatever it takes to put the past behind. It would be difficult, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thanks to you. And maybe say sorry to you, for so many things I've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not a good day. And, we see that tomorrow the cycle is once again repeating and it is Monday again. Can we feel the excitement? Yeah, at least today Singapore's Table Tennis Team is fighting against China's! And, perhaps we already know who won. But there might be exceptions, yeah? But it has been 48 years, so, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5831008090646312703?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5831008090646312703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5831008090646312703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5831008090646312703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5831008090646312703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/79-thanks-and-sorry.html' title='79. thanks, and sorry'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1293515783382241122</id><published>2008-08-15T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:25:37.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>78. bus rides to nowhere</title><content type='html'>It doesn't feel good to have someone not help you when you yourself helped that person once before. But, doesn't matter. I want to say things I'm not allowed to say, and no, not what you think. But, again, doesn't matter. Nothing actually matters any more, it's when you expect so much from something then you realise that nothing is there. So, why not just not expect anything. And maybe everything will turn out as miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what I have right now is this thin line within me, and that is all I have. It could disappear at any moment, considering how thin it is. Or it could miraculously expand. But, that will be a bit impossible. Whichever it is, all I know is, I only have that much time. I'm not going to manipulate the line in anyway drastic. I'm going to let fate take over all these stuff because I am tired of doing so many things already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually quite a good day. Got back two test papers, which I am actually quite satisfied with. Literature and Biology. Quite ironic how it isn't that important to excel in academics in my context, and yet I do so but fail in other aspects of life that I want so much. So, yeah, pretty much cheered my day. From The Last Biology Lesson onwards to 7pm today was actually quite good. Which is also quite contradictory, in a sense. Which made me realise that I from the start never knew what I wanted, but never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the long-awaited photo shoot! Though it actually clashed with choir practice. At least we didn't arrive too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was "Balls Day"! Had fun. Although I didn't think softball was much of a success? I think only one or two games managed to maintain 'high' level. It was fun, despite not playing. Watching people play is always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to some total randomness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little crazy on the bus. All the time. And I especially love the bus seat near the window. Because you can lean your head on the window. So, when you see me on the bus alone, it would be a little weird to see me sighing on the bus. And getting really lost in thoughts. I think I quite like bus rides. Perhaps one day I should just go on a bus which no one takes and take it all the way to the interchange. Someone accompany me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That EOYs are coming. Scream. Panic. It starts on 30th September, which is like...I don't know how to study already. EOYs constitute...45% (?) of your overall marks. And I am sure I need to study a lot for my subjects especially history and DnT. Unfortunately, "procrastination is a universal flaw" and no one is able to "overcome the intense prowess of procrastination".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1293515783382241122?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1293515783382241122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1293515783382241122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1293515783382241122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1293515783382241122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/78-bus-rides-to-nowhere.html' title='78. bus rides to nowhere'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-496723320429864291</id><published>2008-08-14T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:51:07.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77. unworthy existence</title><content type='html'>Forget about the hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I really need to cry out what I feel in me right now. I feel much much more like shouting to the ocean. I feel like sleeping for long long hours. I feel that I should take the initiative, but then it was never like me to take initiatives. I feel that I really need and want someone beside me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I feel, so many things I want to do, yet none of them I can fulfill. Or maybe I am just being too demanding. And yes, I should probably just be satisfied with the status quo. And I shouldn't just be that demanding. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously brain-dead at this hour where I am stranded with so much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to type so much already. Crappy, crappy, crappy mood. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-496723320429864291?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/496723320429864291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=496723320429864291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/496723320429864291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/496723320429864291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/77-unworthy-existence.html' title='77. unworthy existence'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1719137751345669927</id><published>2008-08-12T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:15:19.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>76. prayers, night after night; you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a big word for the start of the post, and it clearly conveys my message- that I am going on a hiatus. Well, except that my definition of "hiatus" is a little different. I am just going to go on a real short time without blogging, and the rest of the posts will be like twice a week. Not that I am already posting much. But, for this week, I don't think I will be posting. Although if I really must, then I will. Crazy definition, but I think the word 'hiatus' in this case basically means, "don't expect me to blog ever so often, cos I am not and need I explain why?" Thus, the reason is: hiatus. And, I'm sure no one reads my posts!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of all people who go on hiatus, I am just one of the minority weird people that as I say 'hiatus', I want to continue this post and make it my last post before the hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged was on Saturday, actually four minutes after Friday. School life is busy. Well, past few days have been spent doing art. And now I am still doing art, to hand in tomorrow. I am so dead, I just realised it is 9.41pm, and oh damn it. Well, and there is still a random English test on a random day of this week that Mr Chin decided randomly to tell us on a random today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks to EOY! And, I haven't started studying. Our principal keeps harping on the fact that we should start studying. So, guilty conscience pricks me and I should really get started on studying soon. I think I have forgotten all the science facts, all the math formulas, all the letter writing formats and whatnot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, today was biology test! It was considerably easy, I managed to answer all of the questions. And for the structured questions managed to write so super much despite only 2 marks per question. What's more, I totally quoted the whole paragraph from the textbook down on the paper itself. Wasn't really short for time, so it was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy inspiration knocking my head while I am doing art! Okay, anyways, I finally know some parts of who I am. And what it really means to know and be your true self. And when you know your true self, just be your true self, "be who you are, and say what you want; because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.", yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Verdict is out, and I think what I really have been thinking this past months is actually true. So much for that, I am at a loss as to what I am supposed to do. Strike while the iron is hot? Or strike, thus making the iron hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-sad, bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, shall bounce back to art!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1719137751345669927?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1719137751345669927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1719137751345669927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1719137751345669927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1719137751345669927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/76-prayers-night-after-night-you.html' title='76. prayers, night after night; you'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3397136787997243177</id><published>2008-08-09T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:30:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75. happy national day, singapore!</title><content type='html'>Since I only have that much amount of time on my computer from now till I sleep, I shall summarise my day in short little point forms! Which is the first time on this blog I am not blogging in paragraphs. So, I guess more people would read, yeah? And tag, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of my existence for yesterday and a little of today:&lt;br /&gt;- Found out that that the bus was strewn with four colours&lt;br /&gt;- Realised that the school was also strewn with four colours&lt;br /&gt;- Noticed that I still remember the Recollections&lt;br /&gt;- Found out that this was the first time I ever sang the National Anthem with pride.&lt;br /&gt;- Got high during sing-a-long&lt;br /&gt;- Was restrained from going very high as class has lost it's hype&lt;br /&gt;- Came to terms with the fact that our class has finally became less enthusiastic than before&lt;br /&gt;- Realised my high notes suck&lt;br /&gt;- Class still remained super quiet&lt;br /&gt;- Hilarious Malay Drama lyrics/script&lt;br /&gt;- Understood something far more important than anything else&lt;br /&gt;- Realised the whole world was like sad&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Macs for lunch&lt;br /&gt;- Decided to drink Coke instead of Milo for reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;- Witnessed the desperate attempts to flag a taxi&lt;br /&gt;- Managed to get home by 12.30&lt;br /&gt;- Decided to do Literature&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to rest but instead slept for two and a half hours&lt;br /&gt;- Had my rice completely soaked in soup which is quite unusual of me&lt;br /&gt;- Turned on the computer&lt;br /&gt;- Suddenly realised that the Olympics have started&lt;br /&gt;- Got this indescribable feeling from watching the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;- Tried to make a clear decision but failed&lt;br /&gt;- Killed time by doing many blog things&lt;br /&gt;- Made a clear stand where I want to be, so long it's close enough&lt;br /&gt;- Beauty versus Brains&lt;br /&gt;- Realised National Day came and went in a short span of 60 seconds&lt;br /&gt;- Typed this blog post out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, actually, this way it really shows why I should appreciate my life for the wonderful days I have. Should do this more often. And this list turned out longer than expected! Well, those were the highlights of my existence. At least my existence is proved worthy from those points above. Well, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY, SINGAPORE! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3397136787997243177?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3397136787997243177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3397136787997243177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3397136787997243177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3397136787997243177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/75-happy-national-day-singapore.html' title='75. happy national day, singapore!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2202374098112341229</id><published>2008-08-07T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:34:23.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>74. may i?</title><content type='html'>A whole conversation on the topic 'Death'. That often went off track but managed to make a link back to the topic. Why are we afraid of Death? Where do we go after Death? What happens after Death? Who goes with us to the place after Death? And what can we do to overcome the fear of Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today we went to the RSAF. The place wasn't exactly interesting, but at least the time spent there was? It was rare that bus trips were short, and unfortunately it was this time. I wanted the bus trips to be longer so that I can sleep or slack or something! And when we returned back to school, we were playing with those flying straw things, and seems like we were the centre of attraction! The whole school was looking at us. And Miss Yap saw us too! And stared at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really is fun doing things that are supposedly "illegal" with your friends. Illegal as in, the things that people don't really allow you to do. Like just playing in the parade square, running around in the parade square not caring what people think of you when you do so. It really allows you to feel the bond with your class and I think it's just one of the magic moments you have in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining today. And it hasn't been so since awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, today's Chinese test was kind of okay. The only thing that was a little difficult was the comprehension. Which the passage was quite easy to comprehend. Just that it had so many questions, I had so little time, and I practically decided to fulfil my minimum requirement of four lines before handing in the paper- so as not to lose too many marks due to missing out certain points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I got to stop working too hard for my studies. Not that I am actually working hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day Celebrations tomorrow! Beijing Olympics starting tomorrow! National Day this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to pass by school days because of a few reasons. But mainly, one reason. I just look forward to those moments. I don't want to lose even these moments. I want to remember them forever. It's a little naive, no doubt. But I know this is what I want. To look from that corner. And see that bright light, shining. It's finally I know the meaning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unconditional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss? Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post is getting boring. And, I should read my archives soon, to see how I have unknowingly changed. I promised to do so when I created a blog, I will do so, perhaps when I'm less busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2202374098112341229?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2202374098112341229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2202374098112341229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2202374098112341229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2202374098112341229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/74-may-i.html' title='74. may i?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4171824873588281512</id><published>2008-08-04T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:37:41.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>73. the words that were never meant</title><content type='html'>The words that were never meant to come out, will never come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have three things for this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, this week is and will be a busy week. I have somehow decided not to hand in art since last week. And all I have in front of me is a large sheet of empty A3 size paper, waiting to be doodled in with lines and perfectly perspective-like shapes. And I still don't understand why we must hand up one piece of art per week! At least make it two weeks or something! Science is killing me too. I kind of misplaced my textbooks, which means I have to make use of my contextual knowledge and fill in those blanks! And I merely finished half what was assigned to us, so, oh well. Tomorrow, there's music too. And I don't get what the worksheet says. So, I'm just going to last minute do music tomorrow. And, just hope I can finish it by then. And about the whole busy week, we have English, DnT and Chinese test this week! And I have a feeling I am going to fail two out of the three tests this week. (DnT and Chinese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I feel extremely dead today. Not today, but at least the hours after 7pm. Really, not a good time to be dead. I just feel so listless and tired I just want to sleep. Yet I need to say something really! Something perhaps I am not allowed to say, yet I just want to! I have decided to go against my conscience and just do for once what I am not allowed to do. Being dead really brings your homework to nowhere. It just keeps your homework sparkling clean for minutes and hours. And, what is this feeling I am feeling now? Some combination of extremely negative feelings, I guess. Ah, the only thing now that can keep me alive is some blogging. I really am hitting on the keys very fast now to make sure all my anger is vented on the poor keys on the keyboard! Yeah, at least I feel more alive in the course of typing this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I think I am really very indecisive nowadays. Why do we always depend on fate? But, actually, sometimes we just have to depend on fate. If you spoke to me just one minute late, you'd not have realised but you will not hear the same words I would have one minute ago. Fickle-mindedness. Oh, crap. I am loosing the ability to just stick to one belief. And it's not just for one thing, but many things. I don't even know what I want now, it's really hard to know when one minute you're thinking this, and the other minute you're thinking that. And perhaps the next, you don't think it's important anymore, until the cycle repeats again and again. Not knowing when it will stop. And where it will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, so much for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4171824873588281512?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4171824873588281512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4171824873588281512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4171824873588281512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4171824873588281512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/73-words-that-were-never-meant.html' title='73. the words that were never meant'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-456380793079282107</id><published>2008-08-03T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:40:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>72. it comes full circle</title><content type='html'>Many things have come full circle. Or, do things always have to end this way? I think...I will soon develop schizophrenia, if not later. A psychotic disorder usually associated with illogical pattern of thinking, uh, yeah, I think I am gonna develop it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda ending full circle. And, the only difference is, we now play different roles. Can't we just stick to the roles we play? Can't we stop everything from coming to a full circle? Why...why, am I so selfish? It comes to full circle, but, will it continue circling, and circling, and circling? And,  the world is fair. Everyone gets to play a different part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rowdy noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both in me, and out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm tired, of so many things. I want to stop. I want to end everything, already. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-456380793079282107?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/456380793079282107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=456380793079282107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/456380793079282107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/456380793079282107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/72-it-comes-full-circle.html' title='72. it comes full circle'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7017689309882582371</id><published>2008-08-02T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:12:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71. a lil' confused</title><content type='html'>Hmm, there is something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a really really bad cough. And when I cough, I can feel blood in my throat. And once I start coughing, it takes me one full minute to stop the coughing. And worse, I still insist on eating food that will cause my cough to worsen further! Ah, I'm sure the cough will cure by itself, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, crap, the next thing wrong with me shall be kept a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the last time I posted was Wednesday!? Yeah, on a positive note, history test really kept me busy, on with a couple other of homework and projects. And how in the world do we have DnT tests!? Cool, I think I am totally gonna fail this subject. I said that for my history, "Can't I just please fail the history test, just this once?" As in, I really didn't want to study. Now, I want to say, "Can't I just fail my DnT!?" Unfortunately, no. In order not to disappoint the whole wide world, I just have to work for it. Work for everything I want; in order to meet the expectations of others, and in order to make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess it's a worth sacrifice. Hmm, one wish that would be nice is for everyone that I love to be happy. Perhaps the happiest people on Earth. After all, I think that's one of the best wishes you can ever wish for. Someone grant me this wish, and I shall ask for no more! Okay, maybe except one more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days pass me by; bits of me intensify, while bits of me die down. And with all this change, it really brings myself to ask me: Who am I? A question that perhaps have never been answered by anyone in the whole history of humanity. What is this act of "finding yourselves"? And, how do you know if that "yourself" is really the "true self"? I'm trying to find myself, yet somehow I don't know how that 'self' of mine really looks like. And so, am I ever going to find something that I don't even know what it looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom, really cool. Hmm, this is crap, ignore, only I know what I'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I choose others over myself. Hah, maybe sometimes I hate myself for that. Lol, my thoughts still unable to settle down. In everything I think of. Well, kinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7017689309882582371?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7017689309882582371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7017689309882582371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7017689309882582371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7017689309882582371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/08/71-lil-confused.html' title='71. a lil&apos; confused'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7199554885248883992</id><published>2008-07-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:36:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70. the present tense, the past perfect</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I had to post the day before the history test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The History Textbook is seriously killing everyone. And I am not spared either. The History Textbook is so wordy I feel like sleeping every time I read it. I have decided to type notes but it got too boring I stopped at the one third mark. And I have now decided to just read through The History Textbook. It doesn't work as well as typing the notes out, but if I continue typing I'd probably fall asleep right in front of the computer screen. I miss Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will start scribbling notes tomorrow during MT lesson. And during recess. 'Cos, right after that, is the history test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping pages. Reading notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How. Utterly. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one selfless wish; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;grant me that, please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7199554885248883992?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7199554885248883992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7199554885248883992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7199554885248883992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7199554885248883992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/70-present-tense-past-perfect.html' title='70. the present tense, the past perfect'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6186104855942426807</id><published>2008-07-29T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:29:43.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69. let there be light, and there was light</title><content type='html'>I just want to post a little before once again starting on my art. It's just this urge. I don't know. Or maybe I just need some time out from art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about sleepy for the whole of today. Right before the first lesson, when the teacher hasn't arrived, how I wish I could sleep. Then, for maths lesson, we were learning graphs again. It was kind of hard of me to concentrate, since I wanted so much to sleep. Same goes for PE lesson. How come there wasn't any extra team today! And during D&amp;amp;T, I was almost falling asleep. And I really wished for my energy to come back because there was a Chinese presentation later on. For mother tongue, the teacher didn't come, so no presentation. And it was spent doing Chinese idioms again. Oh, didn't feel sleepy though. Science lesson, Mr Rodrigues turned on the air conditioner?! Wow, feels cool. And didn't sleep. But English lesson was... - no comment -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I went home, right after bathing, I fell asleep. But I could only do so for half an hour?! Yeah, and had to go for dinner. And then do my art. Which took (and is taking) my hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world feels sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And that's because I noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I will ensure there is light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I could be given one wish and I could wish for anything. What? If you asked me last month, you'd hear a particular answer. If you asked me yesterday, it would be the same answer I said a month ago. But if it you asked me today, right this minute. I have realised, this wish has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Possession isn't everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned not to be so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6186104855942426807?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6186104855942426807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6186104855942426807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6186104855942426807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6186104855942426807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/69-let-there-be-light-and-there-was.html' title='69. let there be light, and there was light'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-870249359824201013</id><published>2008-07-28T21:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:40:01.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>68. the people you know become people you knew</title><content type='html'>Yeah, nothing much interesting actually happened today, so I guess I'd be posting on the really small details of today, it's been a long time, I think. "The Bus 74 &amp;amp; 165 Riot"  was observed today. Not really, but in the hearts of those bus riders it was there. Cherie waited 40 minutes for a Bus 74 to arrive. I waited 20 minutes. So, yeah, riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reluctant in handing up the plant cell model, because it really sucked, it's labels were messed up, parts of it were a little loose, and, it just sucked. In the end, I still handed up, and didn't care anymore. And, the 'ritual' wasn't performed today! Inside joke! IT lesson was really too complicated for the human brain to absorb. Planes and axises, and whatnot. Maths lesson we learned how to plot graphs! Which is so cool! Because, I think this is the only maths topic simple enough that I can tackle. Other than that, my math isn't all that great. And we had a character education test? Yeah, it was quite cool. (I guess.) Well, initially thought that time was sufficient to write a lot, draw a lot. But, it was spent talking, and thinking of rhyming words. ("The love that extends higher than the skyscrapers in Australia, Perth." Yes, no link at all.) In the end my whole paper was desperately filled up with lame formulas and random writing/drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the reading circle thing. Cool, the presentations we made were all full of shocks, literally. The craziness in that one hour. And after which went home. Really drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm not dead today. Duh, despite having a D&amp;amp;T circuit desperately needed to be handed up tomorrow. And I have decided to do that in school last minute tomorrow. Also, there is a Chinese presentation tomorrow that involves marks in the CA, and yet I am not preparing any script and wanting to do the script tomorrow. Yet, there is still undone Chinese homework which I hope need not be handed in tomorrow. Oh, just a random note on homework piles up to one whole paragraph of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming. Everybody needs some desperate screaming. For whatever reasons. 102 class gathering must be somewhere at the beach again. And do the same thing we did again. Cool, then we can ask the whole class to shout. And everyone goes dumb and deaf the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this part is edited in! Somewhat inspired by Cassandra's "My Idea of Paradise" post. Yeah, it would be cool to, by the beach, just shout like nobody's watching, and towards the direction of the sunset. And if only sunsets are as beautiful as the 'phenomenon' that only happens in art. But, close your eyes and scream, although you don't see the sunset, I guess you will feel the sunset. Then, without MP3s on. Really, just get yourself fully in touch with nature. And then shout everything out of yourself. And then just let the peace manifest you. Let nature manifest you. Let whatever you want get in, and whatever you don't want screamed out. And maybe when you open your eyes, you'd see the world in a whole new different perspective. I probably read too many books on spirituality. But, that would really be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just surfing around blogs and asked myself which friendship have I truly forged a strong one? True, a lot of bonding in the class, a lot of times we sit down and do homework together, sit down and eat together, sit down and etc. together. Yeah, but a truly strong friendship, is still what I am lacking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's sad when people you know become people you knew, when you can walk right past someone as if they were never a big part of your life, how you used to be able to talk for hours, and how now you can barely even look at them; it's sad how times change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday now feels the same yet it somehow is so different. My thoughts somehow don't want to settle down. My decisions also do not want to choose a clear direction it wants to move in, and keeps revolving around nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's just this thin line between coincidence, and fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, save me. Anyone. May my thoughts finally get organised, my decisions finally get clearer, and my days finally become meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-870249359824201013?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/870249359824201013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=870249359824201013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/870249359824201013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/870249359824201013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/68-people-you-know-become-people-you.html' title='68. the people you know become people you knew'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3987278976722721384</id><published>2008-07-26T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:49:43.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>67. existence</title><content type='html'>Hmm, am not blogging as active as before nowadays. You could say school has gotten real busy since the term begun. Murdering homework/projects seem to be on top of my priority list already! When has school become so frantic? Yeah, but if you look at the positive side of all these project work, you'd see that you get almost the whole day of every week to bond with your classmates! Even during individual work - you see our class doing art in synchronised movement minutes before art lesson - let alone group work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to say, I have not done the history quiz, cell model, prepare for character education test, nor done anything else this weekend. And tomorrow, even if it takes my life, I must complete the cell model and finish preparing for character education test! History quiz can wait, well, I suppose. And there's a history test this Thursday, oh, how great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when EOYs are coming, but very soon, I guess. If you noticed, half the year has passed. It was fast, life becomes fast-paced, everything speeds up. And judging on that, I realise that I am so quickly going to be sec two. And not long after, sec three. And soon after, sec four, taking the O-Levels. Yeah, the thought scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, I must have been drunk yesterday night. I seem to be on super high mode, and accompanying that sleepiness. Which gives you the drunk kinda feeling, I guess. That should be the feeling you get when you are really drunk. Except maybe the effects far more drastic. Drunk, and said so many words I perhaps shouldn't have. It seems as if I was really drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really asking for too much? Perhaps no, but now, I think, yes. A wish that will never come true. A so simple, yet so demanding wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret for actions I never took. And I regret for actions I am not taking. And I will regret for actions I do not take. It hurts. It hurts to know that if you have done that, so many things would have been evaded, and your life would have turned out all right. (Reminds me of literature test, wrote the same thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and from this part onwards, it is an edit. Since I am so darn bored, and need to preoccupy myself with something before I start murdering people on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a tendency to go crazy nowadays. And I should really stop. And, about murdering people on the streets, it is a weird feeling to want to do that. Is that the reason for killing? To get this satisfaction? Shoot, I'm turning into a psychopath. Weird feeling. Have to stop. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world isn't online on MSN! I feel like resurrecting random people from MSN. I want those dull grey MSN icons to light up into those lively green ones. And people start flooding me with messages. But, really, don't flood me during the weekdays. I probably will be mugging for some test, or chasing some stupid deadline. Yeah? And, I have to reduce the usage of 'stupid' and be back to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. I. Myself. I like the old me better. I think I suck now. Okay, let's compare and contrast. Last time, I didn't use to be so darn impatient. And now I am. Last time, I didn't so frequently use the word 'darn' or 'stupid' so often. And now I do. (Or are things getting real darned nowadays?) Last time, I use to be more sociable, kinda. And now I am not really that. What has gotten into me? What have I become? And when I say 'last time', it was like only months ago! And, to focus on positive aspects. Last time, I use to talk so much in class. Now, I try to reduce small talk in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy- as I post this, the whole world seemed to go offline. Oh, man, no one's blog seem to have a blog game or quiz thing that I can start on. This extreme case of boredom, and I so do not want to sleep. Because I am forced on the computer. Ain't that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random comment before ending- everyone has changed. Oh, another note: I think I am an idiot, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from this point onwards, the edit has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a past that never existed, a today that isn't existing, and a future that will never exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed off,&lt;br /&gt;Shawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3987278976722721384?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3987278976722721384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3987278976722721384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3987278976722721384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3987278976722721384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/67-existence.html' title='67. existence'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8445109216834478578</id><published>2008-07-23T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:43:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>66. let go of the past</title><content type='html'>"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How accurate. And, unfortunately, this kind of pleasure isn't that abundant. Do things people say you can't do; who in the right mind would do that? Well, I wish I had the wrong mind to do so. I lack something. I lack the reason for my existence. The goals set for you by everyone, the expectations needed to be met. Escapade; run away to a far away land, where nothing like what exists today ever exists. Indeed, what a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test tomorrow, and with the above quote, I want to do what others disallow me to do- to not study and fail the test. But really, I wouldn't. Stupid maths test, I can't even concentrate on solving sums. Numbers make me go crazy. And, is this like the hundredth time I posted about a maths test? Is it because of too many maths test? Or is it just me posting too much about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go; let go of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, people's questions stump me. Questions like "Are you ever not sad?" Okay, let me answer that here. I think now I realise, all along I have always been concealing emotions. And never, ever letting me get out of myself. Or maybe that's ME. Really, acting happy in front of classmates is what I always do. Maybe because I don't like people asking me questions! But it really helps, sometimes, when you do so, you just feel like going all hyper and crazy. Which is like so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know so many things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8445109216834478578?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8445109216834478578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8445109216834478578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8445109216834478578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8445109216834478578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/66-let-go-of-past.html' title='66. let go of the past'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3594929386318465541</id><published>2008-07-22T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:41:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>65. i never know anything, anymore</title><content type='html'>I have decided to delete the previous post. Situations evolve ever so quickly. And my emotions too. That now I am just another confused boy you see. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biotechnologies draft proposal thing is due tomorrow. As an official deadline chaser(that is our group name or so claimed), I have the duty to last minute work. So, here I am searching all over the web for methods of electrophoresis. and, I am reminded that there is an English sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a maths test this Thursday. Maths test, oh, maths tests. I really hate them. I have no faith in numbers. Merging of chapter 10 and 11, how I hate it. Ratio, Percentage and Speed! I simply cannot understand formulas! I have no flair for maths; no fate with numbers. Long problem sums make me want to...do something else. Maths tests that last forty-five minutes tells me that the test is going to consist of many questions, and long ones at that. And, every time there is a maths test, is how I hope I could actually pass the test. Darn, unlike others my maths is so darn terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the presentation for Chinese! And 105  better prepare their speeches or else I am so going to be murdered. And have to improvise everything on the spot! No! At least no preparation needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah, sleepy. I dare not do so many things any more. Someone save me; from so many things. Anyone, save me; from anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, people who actually read this blog. Because I no longer believes anyone can stand reading whole chunks of paragraphs stuffed with nonsense and crap that is of no use to anyone except me myself. So, yeah; night, if there's anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3594929386318465541?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3594929386318465541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3594929386318465541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3594929386318465541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3594929386318465541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/65-i-never-know-anything-anymore.html' title='65. i never know anything, anymore'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-609412947875317574</id><published>2008-07-20T20:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:09:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>64. to lose, yet gain</title><content type='html'>And for a start, I shall be posting about a happy thing with a confused mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, went to the library today. Peiyan arrived earlier than expected time. Kailin arrived shortly after. Willianto found the both of them. And they decide to play hide-and-seek with me. And, somehow I supposedly was supposed to seek, has decided to hide instead. Justin arrived super late after that. And Rebecca later. We met Si Wei, Grace, and Cherie somewhere in between the library and AMK Hub, awhile later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we(or maybe only I) ate a lot. And in the library, we were camping in the reference section. Claiming the 'science' section as our territory. And sat there for hours. Basically, finding definitions on 'electrophoresis', 'rate of migration', 'DNA fragments' and 'electrochromatography'. Reference books are not allowed to be borrowed, duh, and thus we are unable to bring it home for further research. So, we decided to photocopy a few pages. And for the rest, we handwritten them out on a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't necessary for us to go to the library to get definitions on the subject. The internet could do it far more comprehensively and faster than going to the library. But, of all things, we have to have more than one source. Thus, going to the library was to get that other source!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, since I'm very bored, I shall continue with the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Justin was unable to find his way from AMK Hub to the library, Kailin and I had to fetch him there. On the way there, we decided to call him, and perhaps ask him to come closer to the library. I was like asking him to stick his body to the "This Fashion's" shop glass, and moving forward, forward. And after asking him what was beside him, he said "an old man". And, at the slip of the tongue, from "This Fashion", it became "Old Fashion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, back to the library. Kailin somehow decided to search for 'electrophoresis' using a Chinese encyclopedia then translating it back to English. Which was funny. Speaking of which, the whole trip seemed exceptionally funny. Practically laughing throughout the whole thing, and at one go I laugh for at least a quarter of a minute. Then, Willianto said, "No wonder you are so thin. You eat so much, but you laugh a lot. Laughing kills calories." And I laughed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary exchange day. Willianto learned two new words: innate and digress. And I learned one new word: depreciate. And, that word was taught in maths and I didn't know? Let's see how we learnt those words. For digress, I forgot. For innate, I was saying, "Is laming an innate skill?" And for depreciate. It was funny. Justin initially claimed he had ten dollars. After a few minutes, he said he had $4. Willianto said his money was depreciating. And, soon he will have only $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in order not to offend too much. Let's replace two names with 'he' and 'she'. She saw He. We kept telling She about He. And She always says: "I'm not interested." Oh, how She hates him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Another thing. Peiyan's phone rang in the library. And it was like going "La, la, la, la, Elmo's World!" for a few times until we managed to track down whose phone it was and silent mode it. Since Peiyan was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best quote of the day: "Every book is a nice book." or "There is no book that is not nice."&lt;br /&gt;Worst quote of the day: "...our modules helps..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice grammatical error for the worst quote! Haha, was just random spotting of grammar mistakes as we walked out o the library. Somehow, today was a good day. Although even when I was out with them, I could feel...bittersweetness. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apart from that, another significant thing happened. And, I should not be saying it. Thus, it is exemplified through blanks that might have hidden blanks behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Losing; losing something. It somehow crushes you completely. But this time, it doesn't. Bittersweet, perhaps is what I feel. But somehow, it feels a little wrong. Yet it feels right. Bitter- to have lost. Sweet- to somehow feel that it is for a good purpose. Bittersweet- to have lost and somehow feel it is for a good purpose. It is better to once have, then to never have, yeah? Cherish everything around you; nothing lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-609412947875317574?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/609412947875317574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=609412947875317574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/609412947875317574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/609412947875317574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/64-to-lose-yet-gain.html' title='64. to lose, yet gain'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7039356805890185897</id><published>2008-07-19T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:03:12.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>63. one at a time goes a long way</title><content type='html'>"It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed at myself for the way I deal with certain things. I am disappointed at myself for the times I failed to take action. Honestly, when I take action and I must be held responsible for the outcome, I gladly accept it, and no regrets either. But when I don't take action, I regret, for not taking the chance, the chances that could make significant change to the future. Everything happens for a reason; this quote just cannot work out any more. It seems the more I keep using this quote, the more it seems as if I need not take action and am only relying on fate alone to shape my future. It is no more a quote, it has become an excuse to not take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest fear is the fear of trying. I have decided to make a pact with myself. I shall slowly let action creep into me, and by doing that, I must first take action. One step at a time, and in the long run I would have gone far enough. And, I have decided, to take action today. If I don't take action starting with today, I am never going to get started. And I don't want this to end up as another empty promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the first day of September, I want t o see a significant change in the way I do things. I do not want to see majority of the times, me backing away from the things that I could and should do. And, speaking up when I should, giving suggestions when I should, etc. I want to see the fullest of myself being displayed through actions and not only thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? One step at a time, and it goes a long long way. No matter what already, I must persevere this time. This is one important value I lack. Initially, I thought of giving myself only one month to work on this situation. But, since this is my first time trying to improve myself, to bring me onto a different level, in many aspects; I gave myself one and a half months to do so. And by September, if I still do not see significant change, I don't know what I'd do already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have failed in this aspect of my character, my life. And, also, many other aspects. One aspect that I really need is self-discipline. And in this endless pursuit to improve myself, I know it is impossible to be perfect, but I want the best out of myself. And, the best out of myself, I will bring the best out of others too. I don't know for who or what I am doing this, but I know it will be crucial.  Somehow, this must not be an empty promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will help me in a few of some important goals I have in mind. And, that shall be said in my next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7039356805890185897?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7039356805890185897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7039356805890185897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7039356805890185897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7039356805890185897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/63-one-at-time-goes-long-way.html' title='63. one at a time goes a long way'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5136204414721208198</id><published>2008-07-17T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:04:08.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>62. the post</title><content type='html'>The literature test significantly marked doom to my total marks for the subject. It was thirty minutes of complete silence - until the door slammed - everyone was simply scribbling. Half an hour was simply not enough to answer an essay question that need sentence, explanation, evidence and opinion. Firstly, there were three questions that we basically have to tackle, and I only managed to go into detail for two of them, and practically outlined the third point very vaguely. Secondly, I had rushed through the whole thing without thinking at all. Thirdly, I completely forgone my conclusion and settled for a very unappealing five lined rushed conclusion. The test was uncompleted! Which means, I am so not going to score something good upon twenty-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I noticed something! I actually didn't complain about today's long timetable! Either I have subconsciously adapted to the timetable or I was too preoccupied with studying for the two tests today. Most probably the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing deadlines. A good topic to start on again. So, instead of complaining this time, I shall keep track of current deadlines to chase. Firstly, a Chinese-debate-discussion-whatever thing that is due Tuesday. Secondly, Biotechnologies project draft completed next Wednesday. Thirdly, development and finalisation of art(which is due tomorrow, but, ah well, next art lesson). Yeah, I'm getting bored of listing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, next week there are two tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we are going to the national library this Sunday, I think! To do the biotechnologies project with another group(illegal), forming a secret ally. Totally anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5136204414721208198?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5136204414721208198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5136204414721208198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5136204414721208198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5136204414721208198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/62-post.html' title='62. the post'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6588455450423408625</id><published>2008-07-15T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:14:21.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>61. we're going green, literally</title><content type='html'>I have a short attention span. Nobody takes hours to complete reading a few sets of notes and powerpoints. Technology is distraction. The internet is disastrously large. I am digressing. Yes, short attention spans, too many distractions. I had to be sort of addicted to the internet. And how ironic! Currently reading on "Internet Addiction" for IT test tomorrow! And I don't think I've actually memorised much, though possibly won't need to. I guess it's more on common knowledge. All the best with the amount of IT knowledge I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love tests. But I hate studying for them. Today's physics test was relatively easy, I must say. 25 marks, and 30 minutes to complete. It was held in the Science Lab, and everyone was asking, "Can I sit with you?" Then, everybody settled down. Somehow, the atmosphere felt so tense yet joyous. I think that test was the most untidy tests I have done. Practically, I was just doing this- scribble, scribble, scribble, read through, cancel, cancel, scribble. And, there was a Kacheek in the paper? I can't believe I still remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just to make the post look longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has gone crazy. But at the same time, it has gone green. Well, at least literally. Here's yet another extract of random conversations that occur in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I realised something weird, everything on our table is green."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes, that is totally shocking!"&lt;br /&gt;"Green, green, green, green, green, green.*"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh, green!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sing to the tune of some classical music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one-oh-two is crazy. And totally shocking! Miss Yap's already 'irritated' by our frequent "shocking"s in every maths lesson! And, here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't clap now. Waste of lesson time. Want to clap, after class then clap."&lt;br /&gt;"Later after class everybody clap, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;The bell rings, the class stands, the teacher greets, and finally... *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so, after school, we agreed to say the word "shocking" every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The number of the word 'shocking' used has increased since our class started this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't think any class is as lame as ours. We are the craziest class in the history of the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we must resort to murder."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it's worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, I should really stop injecting random conversations of doom in my blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I drifted so far from the topic, I shall go back. Only four more tests to go! Tomorrow, we'll get rid of two more tests. And Thursday, we will get rid of literature and Chinese. Which reminds me that I haven't studied 40 of those proverb thingies. My memory fails me, always, and it better not fail me for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no time to let my thoughts run free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, ending the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6588455450423408625?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6588455450423408625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6588455450423408625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6588455450423408625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6588455450423408625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/61.html' title='61. we&apos;re going green, literally'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3981737944730400286</id><published>2008-07-14T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:48:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60. in search of me</title><content type='html'>Finally, for the first time I tag replied. Thing is, I am feeling real sleepy right now and somehow do not have the mood for doing anything. Other than read my physics. Which I have a test on it tomorrow, and I better not fail/do badly for it. I guess it would be quite easy to score for this test, three structured questions and twenty multiple-choice questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't good to chase after your idols. Who are you chasing right now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Deadlines."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's good if you're chasing deadlines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That must be peanuts to you."&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's pancake."&lt;br /&gt;"But it costs $1 only!"&lt;br /&gt;"Where got? Peanut butter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, I think everyone's practically chasing deadlines. And, why in the world do we have so many deadlines to chase!? And why must there be five tests in one week? And how come Miss Wong manages to slot in a test for tomorrow despite our class ending on 12:15 tomorrow? Truthfully speaking, I have never listened real hard to physics lesson. Now I've got my own set of two page notes, and hopefully it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, literature test better not be tomorrow! Because, I have chosen to dedicate my time to physics instead of literature cos there is a rather high chance literature test will not be tomorrow. And I must do really really well for this literature test, to get me out of my C5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has gone crazy. Actually, it long has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was, I guess kinda different. And that has brought me thinking- who is the real me? Yes, perhaps I'm that crazy person that does crazy stuff. Or, perhaps I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to physics- it's one tormenting subject. And I have art due tomorrow. Which I am so going to be dead if I don't manage to hand up by tomorrow. Darn, and there's another art on Wednesday. No one's online to teach me physics, and I am totally relying on my prior knowledge of physics, which isn't already much in the first place. I need so much luck to get through that physics test. I have no fate with numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the point that I hate maths too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I kinda turned a bit crazy during this post. Had SL sectionals today, and there is this song, uh, Psalms 150 which is a little hard, for bass it's hard to get the notes. But it's a weird yet nice song. Also a funny song, okay, not really. Sigh. My physics suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, okay, shall not complete that sentence. And now to sign off, and go "date" my physics worksheets/textbooks/guidebooks/notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, cyberworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3981737944730400286?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3981737944730400286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3981737944730400286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3981737944730400286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3981737944730400286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/60-in-search-of-me.html' title='60. in search of me'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2635391467688548019</id><published>2008-07-11T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:45:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>59. cross-country!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, cross-country was super fun! Really, unexpected but it was still I guess one good day. At first we met at AMK Hub, and 7/10 of the Falcon members from our class actually turned up! Which totally owned the other houses(for our class!)! After that we walked to Bishan Park, which made us almost late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after that, when we assembled, it started to rain. At first we decided to shelter under the tents. Then Eugenia suggested all 102 people merged their umbrellas. And so we did so. Thus, it became the 'ozone layer'. That sheltered us from rain and not UV rays, of course. We kept singing songs like "umbrella" and "rain rain go away" and some other songs. Yeah, fun bonding together with classmates on an unexpected rainy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was fun run time! Which I guess it's name really meant what it was. Meaning, it was fun. Firstly, 102 Falcon agreed to run together at a slow pace. But, Kailin started running at such a fast pace and putting so much focus on the run itself, it almost seem like we were competing with each other! But, still, this is the first time in my history of running I didn't stop at all, and I ran at a constant speed until the end. I guess it was really a fun run because you weren't actually competing with someone, or put under pressure. And maybe that's what made me persevere throughout the run. Though it sounds illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took the long way home. By accident. And that took me a disturbingly long time to get home! But it was pretty hilarious! Firstly, we were walking pass the drain, and Si Wei didn't notice it's existence and almost fell into it! Luckily Grace saved her life! After that when we reached AMK Hub, we were waiting for Si Wei's father, but she didn't know where her father was. And all of us were randomly injecting "Is that your father?" to every few sentences! Which made her say, "Not everybody is my father, okay?". And did you know Si Wei had a dog named nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to end my post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2635391467688548019?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2635391467688548019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2635391467688548019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2635391467688548019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2635391467688548019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/59.html' title='59. cross-country!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4219887670026790246</id><published>2008-07-10T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:10:23.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>58. believe, and achieve,</title><content type='html'>There's this sudden rush of optimism going through me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, school was extremely long today, but actually extremely fun! Perhaps I'm just trying to be optimistic about everything! With the timetable beside me, I can remember more stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science lesson, Miss Wong didn't come to teach us today! Yeah, at least we didn't get bored to death for Science lesson today. Seriously, I still don't get what 'moments' mean, and I have absolutely zero knowledge on how to prepare for the physics test next week. Yeah, history lesson was considerably average, and nothing interesting happened, actually. Mother Tongue lessons are always boring! So, no need elaboration on that! Literature lessons can be considered fun. And, yeah, it always is, I guess it's one of the only lessons I get to shout out loud the answers and don't have to worry that it's a wrong answer! Maths was indeed hilarious. Miss Yap was totally saying the joke people in our class have been saying, and then it's this three part sequel. Miss Yap started the joke. Where Justin shouted the second question out. And I finished the third. Which she commented as 'terribly lame'. English class, and we finally presented our presentation today! Which means, stress free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom belongs to today! Yeah, totally agree! Homework load for today is zero! And the number of urgent projects needed to complete ASAP is zero too! Which totally brings freedom tonight! Yeah, which means tonight I can sleep early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am so super optimistic, and just hope that this lasts forever! Yeah, I don't know what has gotten into me, or what I ate made me like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, today was a good day. Despite it being a Thursday&lt;s&gt;(which is scientifically, technically, biologically, mentally, sociologically, psychologically, physiologically proven!)&lt;/s&gt;, meaning it is the longest and most boring day of the week. Yeah, tomorrow shall be a better day! And...tomorrow's cross-country! The "Fun Run" should be fun, I guess, judging by it's name! Yes, my posts are getting very very &lt;s&gt;crippled&lt;/s&gt; lame. Oh, darn it, Marcus. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4219887670026790246?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4219887670026790246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4219887670026790246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4219887670026790246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4219887670026790246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/58-believe-and-achieve.html' title='58. believe, and achieve,'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-427934135115739580</id><published>2008-07-09T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:54:57.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57. beyond my limits, and challenge</title><content type='html'>Travel beyond your limits, and challenge them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, homework/project is killer. And I am already victim to them. Actually, today wasn't that killer, at least it was a day in this week I finally did not have to rush art or some other homework the night before and on the day itself during recesses or lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even tied up loose knots for our recounts that may be presented tomorrow! One goes out, and the other comes in. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had the shock of my lifetime, it's 9.16pm already, I should&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; get started on homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had choir today! Which was, I guess, quite fun. Okay, it always is. Ah, but really, always learn something from choir practices, apart from just singing. And we were told to smile while we sing, which I found very unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Thursday! I really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't like Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I must start my homework now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to post what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after doing a little homework, let me come back edit this post and try once again to blog! This is serious addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have lost something; not those tangible, concrete stuff- but the intangible, abstract stuff. Yeah, kinda lose it, then it comes back, then this goes on and on for every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, for me, prayers work. They work like miracles, in my view. Somehow, my prayers always get answered, in one way or another, so, I shall continue praying, and I am quite sure that it would be answered, sooner or later. Hopefully, sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nothing else to blog. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-427934135115739580?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/427934135115739580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=427934135115739580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/427934135115739580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/427934135115739580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/57-beyond-my-limits-and-challenge.html' title='57. beyond my limits, and challenge'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5758689763208992003</id><published>2008-07-08T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:45:45.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56. chasing deadlines</title><content type='html'>School's getting busy! As Willianto said, we are practically "chasing deadlines" day after day after day. Yeah, I agree, constantly getting piled up by homework. But, then again, maybe it's due to my really poor time management and my really fantastic procrastination skills. So, don't know what time I can sleep tonight, but I crave sleep now more than I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing deadlines. Currently, I have like 5 deadlines to chase? Darn it, not enough time in a day to complete all my work. Can't the Earth like rotate any slower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are really getting sleepy. And even some of my homework are done on the day itself, during any lesson possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought through some stuff, actually a lot of stuff, so many things these days really are able to let me drift away from this realm to another. And I realised...so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor time management skills! Get distracted very easily! Procrastinates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience tells me that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5758689763208992003?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5758689763208992003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5758689763208992003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5758689763208992003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5758689763208992003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/56-chasing-deadlines.html' title='56. chasing deadlines'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-553887967481624598</id><published>2008-07-06T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:54:35.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>55. stupid post</title><content type='html'>I can't express thoughts here any more. Neither can I express thoughts beyond anyone's reach. I need to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't post further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-553887967481624598?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/553887967481624598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=553887967481624598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/553887967481624598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/553887967481624598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/55-stupid-post.html' title='55. stupid post'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7393645838947848905</id><published>2008-07-05T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:07:16.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54. game over</title><content type='html'>Since I am getting bored, and creeped out by the silence of my room, I once again present to you a quiz! The typing should somehow kill the boredom and silence, for the mean time, I guess. After this quiz, another post will come. Hopefully, I still have the mood to post. If not, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 'S' Game&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Use the first letter of your first name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things - nothing made up. You cannot use your own name for the boy/girl names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to my parents]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. A 4 letter word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to the oh-so-holy virus that infected me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. A vehicle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submarine.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A boy’s name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. A girl’s name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to all Samantha's in the world]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. An occupation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to my once (and perhaps still) ambition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Something you wear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to my brain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. A celebrity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schubert.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to utter nothingness 'cos he's not celebrity]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Something found in a bathroom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to quick thinking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Reason for being late:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[credits to creativity]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Something you shout:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something!"&lt;br /&gt;[credits to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si wei &lt;/span&gt;for her lameness]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. A body part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to some biologist who coined this term up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Word to describe yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to being unoriginal]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepia.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Beverage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven-up.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to my brain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to my brain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. A brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to my brain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Disease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schizophrenia.&lt;br /&gt;[credits to my brain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.People I'm tagging to do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who wants to do this thing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[credits to people who actually will be doing this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so this quiz is actually real short. But I did quite a lot of research for this, kay? Yay! Since I am so utterly bored, I shall now add in under my answers some credits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: those whom I credit "wikipedia" can be found here: en.wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! I have no time to post another post! Though seriously want to post a really random post on almost everything AKA the lose-your-sanity post. Cos it really would be cool to lose your sanity and start blogging about the most nonsensical of stuff. A post that has no main theme, a post that revolves around random thoughts that bombard your mind, a post that can cover half the globe, a post that can make readers lose their sanity and probably inspire them to write something as lame as that, a post that makes reader want to stop reading your post as it is getting too insanely long, a post that I want to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am trying to lose control of my mind just minutes before sleep time! It just really keeps the adrenaline rushing through even in my sleep. Although I hope when I fall on bed I don't fall asleep immediately! That's because that few minutes before sleep I spend some real great time praying, and real great time thinking of what I did today, and real great time thinking about real great stuff. But I always fall asleep halfway somehow or another. But, I really really wish I could just spend one hour on bed just thinking about stuff. And really, that keeps my thoughts all in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the adrenaline rushing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I've ran out of posting material! And time! I need to go sleep now! And now, for the happiest time of the day- minutes before sleep time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exclaims*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7393645838947848905?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7393645838947848905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7393645838947848905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7393645838947848905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7393645838947848905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/54-game-over.html' title='54. game over'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2847567632881834166</id><published>2008-07-04T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:37:58.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53.</title><content type='html'>I have been sick since two nights ago. And today I am so extremely ill. So I missed school and choir! Argh. Anyways, I'm not going to post further on how sick I am, 'cos that just makes me even sicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying for so many things lately. Of which I guess most have been answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no posting mood, lol. So, yeah, end of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2847567632881834166?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2847567632881834166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2847567632881834166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2847567632881834166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2847567632881834166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/53.html' title='53.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3967538653547159236</id><published>2008-07-03T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:30:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>52. mediocrity</title><content type='html'>I am still blogging here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, wants to go over to WP soon. But because I probably don't have time to really concentrate on a good first post now, I shall wait till the weekends(and there's Youth Day) before I start. I must say I change blogs ever so often. So far, this year, I have already three blogs. And my other WP would be the fourth. I think I take blogging too seriously. And, yeah, I think I should only post when I have the content and mood to post. And not just for the sake of it. Busier days have allowed me to do that. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this semester, days are getting busier. Days extend to as far as 3.15 on Thursdays. Homework and project load has totally increased twofold and my sleep time is shortening day after day. Lessons are getting unusually boring, and I seem to be trying very hard to keep myself awake during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't really dread school. I look forward to school every morning, but it just seems to fade away as the days stretch longer and longer. But really, how do you expect me to look forward to lessons when certain classes are so designed for sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, calligraphy lessons came first on the time table, and somehow I almost fell asleep. I couldn't bring myself to sit up straight, or hold the brush straight, or put my paper straight. And just felt so restless. So, yeah, today was a long day; but it was a good day. Probably because, we had no Chinese lessons; we went out of the classroom for History lessons; we had music lessons for the first time; our English teacher did not come; and Literature lessons were fun. Otherwise, Thursday is the most dreadful day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it will be a short day. And there would be long hours of choir. So, rejoice! As weeks become longer, the good thing is, they seem to pass faster. Although I'm not really sure whether to consider that bad or good. Which keeps my thoughts going. So, why do we wish time to be faster? So that every 365 days we celebrate our birthdays, and on and on and on, until the day we end up in the graveyard? Dah, I think my thoughts are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, I can sleep early today! And I really mean finally. After weeks of being unable to sleep at 10.00pm like I usually do, today, I am going to sleep at 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3967538653547159236?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3967538653547159236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3967538653547159236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3967538653547159236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3967538653547159236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/52-mediocrity.html' title='52. mediocrity'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7697938054935204718</id><published>2008-07-02T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:54:50.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51. sleep, everyone wants sleep</title><content type='html'>I think...I don't want to write what I think anymore. Created a wordpress blog, about a few days ago. And probably going to like..go over to wordpress? Because it has this cool password protect function, that I can post what I really think without actually anyone reading. Yeah, but I'm not really sure. I don't post that regularly nowadays, so, nothing on blogs really matters much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been sleeping the same time I have been for the past years! My sleep time is totally shortened by 1 hour almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature is undone!&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/6296563621782482498-7697938054935204718?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7697938054935204718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7697938054935204718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7697938054935204718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7697938054935204718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/07/51.html' title='51. sleep, everyone wants sleep'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-656013329499291921</id><published>2008-06-30T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:13:36.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50. my maths test</title><content type='html'>I have been posting rather irregularly these days! Perhaps it's because I have somewhat lost interest in blogging, or maybe have nothing to blog on. But most probably because I am so dang busy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school was okay. And even up till now I still feel somewhat in the holiday mood. Classes have often been tiring and sleepy. And I seriously need concentration! My homework/projects have (and will be) procrastinated till the latest time possible! And that is seriously going to kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's more killer, is the fact that I have a maths test tomorrow. And worse? It is on angles and construction! And my construction is so going to kill me. This topic was taught months ago, and now I about clean forgotten everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kinda revised my angles part, and hopefully am able to remember all the abbreviations for tomorrow's test. On top of that; some common sense to figure out the lines stretching all over the test paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my construction is dead. How in the world do you construct these stuff? And..I definitely do not want to nearly fail my maths again! I need a good result. For my maths to be an A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am having a bad sore throat. And at class I seem to be shouting at the top of my voice yet I'm still kinda inaudible to myself. Yet people say I still speak loud enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? I got so engrossed in maths (and MSN-ing) I forgotten to publish this post?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need prayers...for my maths test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-656013329499291921?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/656013329499291921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=656013329499291921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/656013329499291921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/656013329499291921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/50-my-maths-test.html' title='50. my maths test'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4965529208483685720</id><published>2008-06-27T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:25:21.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49. terribly tired</title><content type='html'>Since I'm terribly tired from the long long hours spent in school, I shall not post on the things I thought I would post today. I'm so tired this post might end up tired! Today's choir practice, I guess was good? Somehow the choir members worked harder. And just hope so for the same for all practices in future. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Perhaps later I'll continue editing on this post or create a new post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4965529208483685720?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4965529208483685720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4965529208483685720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4965529208483685720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4965529208483685720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/49-terribly-tired.html' title='49. terribly tired'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5841653726285871689</id><published>2008-06-25T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:45:54.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48. i am dead, not deadly</title><content type='html'>I am so officially dead. So, so officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blah, not going to go into detail what the heck killed me. I need a miracle to resurrect me, or else I'd stay dead for like the whole of tomorrow. So, a miracle I pray for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually going to post about yesterday's science center trip and today's choir practice; but now I'm like totally dead and not in the mood to post anything fun and such. Yeah, so probably the post will come tomorrow or something. By then with a post with science center, choir and Xinthesis. But probably if there's so much to blog, I think I'll do it on Friday, when I have more time. And then it will be accompanied with Friday's choir practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to like complete homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, I get so confused. And just when things clear up, they soon get messy- and I get confused, again. Seems like fate has brought confusion and I together for good. Eh? Confusion? Yeah, friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things should get better soon. No. They must get better soon. Or else I'd remain the most confusing boy in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't want to drag on this post already. Off to homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming frost, freezing flames. We claim they don't exist. But they have always been in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5841653726285871689?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5841653726285871689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5841653726285871689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5841653726285871689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5841653726285871689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/48.html' title='48. i am dead, not deadly'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5252719910385153259</id><published>2008-06-23T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:53:44.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>47. colouring my art</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the first day of school was sort of okay. And I guess like any other first day. Probably because no homework was issued, and no lesson was actually conducted on a serious note. Shall not go into the meat of every lesson, yeah, i think I lost all my energy to my previous hyperness. And all my energy has gone into colouring my art homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog! No time to lose! Gotta scribble my art! :D Post some other time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5252719910385153259?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5252719910385153259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5252719910385153259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5252719910385153259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5252719910385153259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/47-colouring-my-art.html' title='47. colouring my art'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-5630443762374811607</id><published>2008-06-22T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:51:49.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46. last day of school!</title><content type='html'>Seems like I have been posting very irregularly these few days, huh? Yeah, I guess I was that sick these three days. But now, although my fever has sort of subsided, I still have this pulsing headache sort of making me unable to concentrate on the last bits of my homework! And I can finally say 'last bits' without feeling guilty 'cos I only have my one last composition to write and one hundred and thirty five proverbs to memorise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so hyper now because there's going to be school tomorrow! I don't know why, but I am! There is history tomorrow, a brand new subject for the first day of school! But how I wish there wasn't mother tongue tomorrow, and what's more it's the first lesson! And the second day of school we're going to the science centre! Which means I don't really have to do my art these few days cos we only have to hand it up about next Wednesday! Best about tomorrow is there is now English and Maths lesson! Yet, I haven't packed my bag! And I'm still here blogging! And I just realised Mr 2 is our new physics teacher which is like, okay shall not complete sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I shall cool down and stop being so hyper. My holidays might not really have gone exactly to plan, but nothing in this whole wide world actually goes according to plan. I'm just grateful to be able to complete all my homework, be able to attend cca, attend class gathering etc. I don't know why I'm that excited to attend school tomorrow, and hopefully this new semester would be a better semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many expectations I have set for myself for this new semester. Hopefully, I meet these expectations, and constantly surpass them. Simple expectations I have of myself is to complete all homework within deadline, especially my maths! Wonder how the new subjects would be like. But I hope I can really achieve much more than satisfactory results for all my subjects now. Competition is tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder if I could wake up tomorrow at 6.00am, when I am already used to waking up like 8.00am - 11am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be a good semester ahead! And off to my one hundred and thirty five times four words I go! And..I may not be online so often or blog so often once the school term starts! So, don't miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAWN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(drats, i'm so freakin' hyper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-5630443762374811607?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/5630443762374811607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=5630443762374811607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5630443762374811607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/5630443762374811607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/46-last-day-of-school.html' title='46. last day of school!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-8235514434550823412</id><published>2008-06-20T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:33:08.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45. sick! sick! sick!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm sick. And when I'm sick, it doesn't recover till like a few days more. And I still have homework undone. Still have to go to school later on. Just hope I recover before the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me what I'm looking for? And can someone just lead me through on the right path? If there's such a thing. I am stuck. And I need to get out. I need inner peace, to think. My decisions change fast enough. One moment this, and the other moment that. And all my plans change. And so many other factors come in. That just disrupts everything. I need to decide. But I can't. And even if I can, what am I deciding on, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick sort of sucks. I can't even post properly. Perhaps after I come back from school, I'd be slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-8235514434550823412?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8235514434550823412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=8235514434550823412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8235514434550823412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/8235514434550823412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/45-sick-sick-sick.html' title='45. sick! sick! sick!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7004271361474328353</id><published>2008-06-18T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:46:41.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44. music flows</title><content type='html'>It seems as if today, like any other day with exactly the same number of ours, I made the most perhaps daring assumption of my life. In fact two. Time also seem to fly at a rate that made it so comfortable for me to think. Today, I made two daring assumptions. And I don't know how this is going to impact me in the future. But it will, and I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know, probably one of them is just my really fertile imagination, and probably is going to only remain as fantasy until reality chooses to reveal itself. And for the worst, or for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music that once flowed through me. That once flowed around me, accompanied with doses of euphoria. So happily- it played, and played, and played. That lifted me above the ground. And by time, this song was already part of me. And it constantly played to the rhythm of my life. Ah, the sound, so pleasing. And suddenly, it slowed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ritardando.&lt;/span&gt; The beats, irregular; the notes, changing; the chords, clashing. And this song slows down. Is it coming to an end already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, wait! But so what if it stops?" a voice inside tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought about that. Oh, it is true. So what? I hear music in the distance. So far, yet so near. The music, it appears as calming. And perhaps more calming. Despite so far the distance, it lifts me, it's strength flows through me. It's able to make me close my eyes, and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yet this song might not approach. And maybe it's just a passing group of notes, and only temporarily playing. And not for my ears to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the end of the song, also marks the start of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. And, this seems to bring me closer, yet, I feel I'm going further. And further. And further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7004271361474328353?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7004271361474328353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7004271361474328353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7004271361474328353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7004271361474328353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/44-music-flows.html' title='44. music flows'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3837151668820182957</id><published>2008-06-17T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:09:37.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43. clearing mist; poof!</title><content type='html'>I guess choir workshop was fun. The four schools that participated; Anderson Secondary, Xinmin Secondary(us!), Chung Cheng High (Main) and Fairfield Methodist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned a new song called "Adieu Sweet Amaryllis" which I guess was terribly done. We will have to perform it tomorrow and we are going to be dead. Our other song too. In summary, we had sectionals, combined sectionals, more sectionals and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I shan't post a lot! Because I still have to post tomorrow! And I will be charged with defamation if I write too much about a certain something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I finally started on maths! And the algebra part is about to kill me already! Fortunately, angles were much much easier. And my art is still nearly a blank piece of paper. My scrapbook still remains as it was two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can homework be murdered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school holidays are ending! What..stupidity. Just in a few days time, our lives would be restored to the old school kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully; hopefully all would go well. If not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3837151668820182957?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3837151668820182957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3837151668820182957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3837151668820182957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3837151668820182957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/43.html' title='43. clearing mist; poof!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-2268410403396195886</id><published>2008-06-15T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:15:03.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42. choir workshop</title><content type='html'>There is choir practice tomorrow, and a two-day workshop right after. Marcus says he won't be going online those three days. Time for me to declare hiatus? Nah. I'd probably steal some time in the night to post about random stuff and choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have a last minute home economics project I haven't done. I should really start now. Because our group is meeting tomorrow. Which is a horror. Right after choir practice, I have to go do a project? It's going to be utterly arduous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice day, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I might or might not post. But most probably will post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-2268410403396195886?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2268410403396195886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=2268410403396195886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2268410403396195886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/2268410403396195886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/42-choir-workshop.html' title='42. choir workshop'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6309474711950478846</id><published>2008-06-14T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:04:48.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>41. thank you very much</title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason. I always believed in that. But now, something deeper, something that on the surface looks so simple, is confronting me. I might sound like the craziest person on Earth now. But that's because I might be. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are what influence the happenings of today's world. This sentence has never been so real to me before. This sentence is so true- yet so scary. I think I'm going bonkers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is utter craziness. What in the world am I doing? I don't know either. Am I going to change just because I learnt that I must? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post, or, I'll never get rid of this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to everyone reading this post out there, including me- this is just a post that exemplifies craziness. IF YOU GET WHAT THIS CRAZINESS MEAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6309474711950478846?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6309474711950478846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6309474711950478846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6309474711950478846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6309474711950478846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/41-thank-you-very-much.html' title='41. thank you very much'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-7386471876440183602</id><published>2008-06-14T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:50:46.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40. double cheeseburgers</title><content type='html'>I'm just randoming with post titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems to be a good day. Well, maybe except this morning. Piano turned out unexpectedly okay, despite practising very little for the past two weeks. Plus, my theory was rushed in the morning. And I only got one mistake, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I shall never eat fast food again this week, I think, because all the double cheeseburgers are making me puke, seriously. I eat double cheeseburgers almost everytime I go to Mac, so don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was good. I think. I bought some really cool stuff. Actually I only bought two things! Ha! Okay, wow, I think this is my lamest post in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I have choir practice, but still have to be topped with a home economics project? Which means I have to desperately rush it tomorrow. I'm tight for time, already! Gosh, the week ahead is going to be real busy. And yet I'm still thinking of doing certain stuff. But I'll see if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics group better let me do my maths homework there or else I shall be dead meat during maths lesson. And speaking of which, out timetable isn't updated yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order not to bore readers(if there are any, that is); in order to complete a certain something I have to by tonight; and in order to read a book I desperately want to complete(in fact, two books) by tomorrow- I shall end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without a poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-7386471876440183602?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7386471876440183602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=7386471876440183602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7386471876440183602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/7386471876440183602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/40.html' title='40. double cheeseburgers'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6136645597638803632</id><published>2008-06-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:20:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39. if you had the key, would you?</title><content type='html'>Gosh, this shall be a messy post, after all. Today, we had debate training. Which was fun! And how Cherie spammed my phone with 7 messages during debate training. But it was somewhat tiring..but still worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, this post is super messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be under my control right now. I'm not going to be talk to much or else people will shout "crazy!" at me for writing such a self-proclaimed post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a key to your future, would you? Would you unlock the doors? And if you find more doors..would you continue unlocking those doors until the final door where all the truth settles in front of your eyes? I seem to be unlocking these doors, slowly, one by one, but what I find are more doors behind, awaiting me to open them yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to be tired of opening these doors already. Despite being very beneficial. I still try to open them every now and then when I need it, but everytime I do so, I feel so tired of doing that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't open these doors, I still seem to be able to get through. But with a different process, and a same yet different outcome. Nevertheless, I choose the easy way out, and the way that deceives myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I think I totally screwed this whole post up, I don't even think I can understand what I'm writing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6136645597638803632?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6136645597638803632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6136645597638803632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6136645597638803632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6136645597638803632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/39-if-you-had-key-would-you.html' title='39. if you had the key, would you?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-6719672170996057554</id><published>2008-06-12T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:12:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38. watched the sunset?</title><content type='html'>Class gathering was unexpectedly fun. No second was filled with boredom, unlike..(oh, I shall not complete this sentence)..yeah. First 102 class gathering, I guess was somewhat successful, except for the fact that not even half of the class came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in summary, what we done(it's going to be a long list):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode bicycles, stopped bicycles, chased bicycles, ran with bicycles, returned bicycles(late!), bought lots of drinks, chat in English, chat in English-Chinese fused thing, walked at least hundreds of kilometres, stepped on mud, ran long long distances, barbecued, joked, laughed, found a new nickname for Si Wei, tried to trick Cherie into eating a marshmallow that dropped on the floor, tried to start a fire, played with fire and ice, played with sand and fire, wrote the word "102" on the sand, watched the sunset, tried very hard to concentrate on the sound of the waves but failed because Cherie insisted on playing music as it created "ambience", listened to Cherie repeat her conversation twice in two minutes, throw corals into the sea, played with water, played with sand, threw sand at each other, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on, almost forever. But I'd say it was fun. Not in the posting mood, will try to extend post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-6719672170996057554?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6719672170996057554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=6719672170996057554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6719672170996057554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/6719672170996057554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/38-watched-sunset.html' title='38. watched the sunset?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-820270057093484531</id><published>2008-06-12T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:02:42.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37. a hundred question you might ask</title><content type='html'>I get hyped up by blog games! And I'm getting hyped to the power of two because this is a hundred question game! I stole this from Amanda Lee! Let the games begin! And don't ignore my previous posts just because this post is far too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whats the connection between you and the last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cherie. Chairman-student relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, when I sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that anything interesting happened then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As long as I could remember not this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite thing to do with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spread it on your bread and eat it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Two things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry your umbrella when it rains, or just put on your hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Umbrella &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bolster! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Far too many nice texts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Define complicated.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kungfu Panda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That I just learnt a few of the most powerful lessons in the Universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess what? I actually locked that message so it doesn't get deleted. Message by Jun Rong: "When is the party? Who organised it? Where is it? What time? Who will be going? Who is the VIP? Is it me? Who is the guest of honour? Is it me also? At chalet is it? Need to wear what?" And that was actually asking about the 603'07 class party. Which I then forwarded to Amanda, claiming that she would get dizzy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bist du bei mir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and it's a nice ex-choir song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some stupid spam SMS by spastic Cherie. Wow, alliteration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Refer to previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk to on the phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cherie, bugging her about the class gathering thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, sort of, refer to previous post, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The "Law of Attraction", more of it made me laugh hysterically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you had a miss call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dishonesty and hypocrisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Refer to post 200(you'd have to look to the future!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I had I wouldn't be here, would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;White!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billlion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No, never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying "talk is cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a 'what' actually- my books. (wow, what a creative answer by her..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person who hug&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ged you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You shall refer to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.thedecidedpath.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;, which is privatised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was the last person I kissed? No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, with a soul and a spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone had died, when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What's the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No song, although intending to put one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't remember. I never remember dreams well, if they're not worth remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, a lot, I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The silence of my room disturbed by the constant tapping of the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone while you're doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope, not even MSN-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not blind. So  why would i walk with them closed? =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Everything happens for a reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cant have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup, the piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you had in the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To sleep for 3 consecutive days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Watching television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(have you noticed the lack or originality in these quizzes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song describes your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(if you haven't noticed previously, you'd probably notice it here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(or at least here..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My family and friends. And the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese(although it sucks like..) and a few words from a few other languages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;57. Are you blond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The blank space. Shawn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( )&lt;/span&gt; Hoo. Note the blank space in between the brackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no idea. And I have no idea why you're asking me this because I don't want to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crappy and lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The person I love? But of course, I will be the only one dying, because I'm not that evil(stolen quote from Amanda Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nowhere except home. And later..well, refer to previous post to see where I'd be going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't play games now. The addiction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friends and love, which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow, they really lack originality, I'm doing this quiz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ROSYTH! (Amanda had to be so happy about this..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Black, white, and orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emoticon do you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=D and (: and =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is short- it's only four letters long. Joking. Life is..what you want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It depends on what kind of 'trouble' it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat with in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marcus Low'02!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I admire so many people. One in particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;March!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling rite now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sceptical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;02:48pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In my bedroom.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't dye hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cos I love quizzes and I stole this from Amanda Lee and if I don't do this quiz, it wouldn't be worth stealing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blog, or sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At what age do you plan to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God, somebody, and the people around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Refer to question 82!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Will you love your crush/boyfriend forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you ever have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To achieve the two things I want most! And if possible, more than those two! (gosh, am I greedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this yr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Academically, I want top 20 in cohort. And in other aspects, there are so many I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hyper! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think it's global warming now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scientifically proven, so why not? And don't remind me of the climate thing that I haven't done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boredom and hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess so. (or at least, i hope!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do eu believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Certain people around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love and success? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What'll you bring to a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A heated argument(how does she get such good answers..is there an answer key I don't know of?) and.."swords, knives, choppers, parangs" (if this sounds familiar to Si Wei..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;97. What have you regretted in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't think I regret anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What will you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It'll never happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: Never stead &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LEEE!&lt;/span&gt;(if you plan to two-time her), she'll slap you in the face and dump you?&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;100. Love with a guarantee of heartbreak, or never to be loved at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love with a guarantee of heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I survived one hundred questions without dying and in the end time flew so fast! I completely love blog quizzes! Yay! And off to class gathering I go(soon)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-820270057093484531?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/820270057093484531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=820270057093484531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/820270057093484531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/820270057093484531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/37-hundred-question-you-might-ask.html' title='37. a hundred question you might ask'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-1878783289567896010</id><published>2008-06-12T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:02:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36. change, gotta change</title><content type='html'>Last minute scepticism whether or not to turn up for class gathering at the oh so far away escape theme park. Firstly, as mentioned, it's so far away and I don't even know how to get there by bus. Although my mum is fetching me, so that I don't need to worry. Secondly, I don't even think half of the class is going? Maybe a little more than one quarter. And how much of the one quarter are guys? Three guys. Thirdly, I'm not really looking forward to it. Who knows how much fun it's going to be there.. Fourthly, I don't feel like doing anything because..I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world are we going to do there? Eat and chat. Chat- and hopefully no spastic chats. Because I seriously am not in the mood to do so. Oh well, but who knows I could just be in the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if ever I get so bored I'm going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go, should I not, should I go, should I not. No need to toss a coin anymore. My mum's fetching, and for some unfathomable reason agreeing to let me go out. Not that I'm complaining. And tomorrow..never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pray it would be a success. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting in one hour's time, but, my mum can only make it one hour later than three o'clock, so, I'd get there slightly later than four. But I seriously don't mind missing that one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, I'm bringing my homework there! It would be a waste not to bring homework there when so many people from your class are going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week three is coming to a close. And the first three days of week four we will have choir workshop. I still have maths, art and Chinese homework undone(perhaps i've said this for weeks cos I don't think I done any homework since one week ago). Oh, and guess what, 30 pieces of calligraphy undone! Maths is a whole terrible lot. Art is sort of okay. And Chinese..should be done in slightly more than an hour's time. But calligraphy can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things totally rock. (okay, this was random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they do. And they make me feel so so powerful like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things come, I get a clearer picture, but the picture seems to get blurrier at the same time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the blogskin yesterday, as you can see. Yeah, just felt like changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things got to change, I've got to change how I treat some people. I've got to change the way I do some stuff or show some stuff. So many things. I write them down here but yet I never put to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;We don't know what's going to happen the next second, so treasure this second. Sounds a little clichéd but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta end this long post, I'm supposed to feel happy today. But it's sometimes funny how your mood can change so drastically from the first word of the post, to the last word of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to class gathering. &lt;s&gt;Sigh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-1878783289567896010?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1878783289567896010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=1878783289567896010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1878783289567896010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/1878783289567896010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/36.html' title='36. change, gotta change'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-3687850385775238529</id><published>2008-06-11T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:48:56.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35. i laugh at myself</title><content type='html'>Dah, what is wrong with me?! I've finally came to realise something this morning. I've realised that I keep posting and posting, whining and whining, and the words just stay as words. They have never been converted into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I really want? What do I really get, if I got what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I wanted so many things in life. But I have never put action into what I want in life. I have never really worked for what I really want. Only dreaming, and dreaming, and unfortunately it still stays as a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so many things in life. One in particular. And I'm not going to give them up. I'm going to strive for what I want. It's time I take some action. Before I lose everything. It's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SO MANY THINGS I NEED TO STRIVE FOR THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got motivated by sudden randomness this morning. I need to take action &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. No more later than now. I am going to take action &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. It's not too late to start now, and it won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although what I want is still hazy, and unclear, I still have a vague image of what I want. And what I want, surprisingly, might now be what I really want. But yet, it's still what I want. I don't know what I'm talking about now. What I want, is never ever what I want anymore. What I want doesn't depend on me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never ever give up. I will never give up. Even if it takes eternity, even if it takes beyond eternity, I will not give up. What's mine, is mine, and I cannot afford to lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To will is to select a goal, determine a course of action that will bring one to that goal, and then hold to that action till the goal is reached. The key is action.&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Hanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals are not only absolutely necessary to motivate us. They are essential to really keep us alive.&lt;br /&gt;-Robert H. Schuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, this goal is what keeps me alive. So if I give me goal up, I might as well give my life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To succeed, we must first believe that we can.&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Korda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-3687850385775238529?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3687850385775238529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=3687850385775238529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3687850385775238529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/3687850385775238529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/35-i-laugh-at-myself.html' title='35. i laugh at myself'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296563621782482498.post-4602550425021434386</id><published>2008-06-10T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:32:48.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34. extremely empty</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the crappiest I can ever feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to cure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nobody seems to be online. Today, I feel extreme emptiness in me. Today, I feel apathetic. So many things I feel, yet none seems to be of positive emotions. Oh well, a blog game to do, for the sake of getting rid of that emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?&lt;br /&gt;If he's your best friend, then you'd find perfection in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you have a dream to come true. What will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Eternal happiness, not for me, but for the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;What a weird question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Do meaningful things with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What makes the world go round to you?&lt;br /&gt;Music makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;Love makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Being loved? I guess. But with both, that's truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Is there anything that makes you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. (You didn't ask what, so I won't tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Define the term 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;The people who stay by your side when you are down; the people who go on windows live messenger and have a nice chat with you(unfortunately, today, no one did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If the person you like secretly is already attached, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) How will you see yourself in ten years' time?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, not someone useless. And may my life be meaningful. Hidden meaning but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Refer to some hundred blog games I played before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What kind of person do you think the person that tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to think, I know. She is lame, uh huh, she died in sichuan, reincarnated, and knows that Cherie just had ___! Oh, did I mention she died in sichuan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Would you rather be single but rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;The latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Hug my bolster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;That one. What kind of lame non-specific question is this!? So, that person. I'd choose that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;People who appear offline when I need someone to talk to(uh huh, selfish I know); hypocrites; people who waste my (precious) time; people who deserve to be hated; people who don't listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;s&gt;Five&lt;/s&gt; Six People &lt;s&gt;You Meet in Heaven&lt;/s&gt; Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, you, you and, guess who? You. If you're reading this, you're playing this- clear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6296563621782482498-4602550425021434386?l=therockcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4602550425021434386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6296563621782482498&amp;postID=4602550425021434386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4602550425021434386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6296563621782482498/posts/default/4602550425021434386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therockcycle.blogspot.com/2008/06/34.html' title='34. extremely empty'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
