<?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-7913671</id><updated>2011-09-13T06:11:47.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DarkRaven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-4452138305092552697</id><published>2011-06-28T04:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:06:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted</title><content type='html'>I'm so disgusted with two maplers today. Granted I shouldn't even be mapling at my age, that doesn't give anyone the excuse to mock me, much less on maple itself! What happened was (and forever will be) so ridiculous, you might be point and laugh. Beware! 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I was training at a crowded map (meaning most channels had people there). Mind you, I've been there for around an hour now and my blue pot count has increased by at least 200 by then, from the drops by the monsters. As I'm a Fire, Poison Arch Mage (cue: applause, feelings of disgust, indifference), I have skills such as Big Bang, Paralyze, Teleport Mastery, Explosion, and Poison Mist (among others). As many FP Arch Mages know, at some point in time, we undergo something called poison training (or Misting) that enables us to train at something close to light speed. It is also a dreary routine unless one was training at sharks which could kill your character that much easier. After training for around 40 levels by Misting, the FP Arch Mage is can finally sigh in relief because we now have 4th job skills which make training so much less dull. Now I can train on Dual Ghost Pirates with either Big Bang (fire element) or Paralyze (poison element). A day ago, I realised I could use 1 Big Bang and 1 Tele Mastery to effectively kill off un-poisoned mobs. That's when I started this less dull way of training. And I can finally see monsters die because of my firepower (for lack of a better word), and not because of damage over time from the poison.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Today, it turns out that channel 1 was free (yes, I do check from top to bottom whether anyone was there before I deem it my territory for that session). Hence, I was happily training in this map again (need I remind you, for about an hour now). One of my closer buddies was online and I was having the time of my life chatting with her while taking my time with the mobs, getting an okay amount of exp. And this way of training (Big Bang + Tele Mastery) allowed me to collect most of the drops (Misting is a little too hectic). I guess this made my map a little too clean (sort of like a tidy and un-personalised house, huh). Anyway, as I teleported up the map via the in-map teleporter, I saw a Wild Hunter enter the map. I believe he asked me if I wanted to train together. I said "I don't think this map can".
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUVnmcsP0jw/Tglr3TBb1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/88JjrSBGhQI/s1600/Maple0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUVnmcsP0jw/Tglr3TBb1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/88JjrSBGhQI/s320/Maple0384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623144207492044418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;With that he just started attacking the monsters as if I weren't there. I tried to go on with my relaxed pace, but I'm sorry to say that he did not have the sense to change channel. I had to defend my map, and my pride. Hence I made my way down the map, poisoning every platform. And I found another Wild Hunter further down the map. Now, many of you probably know that it's not easy (to put it lightly) to trump over Poison Mist in a map with more monsters than you can kill with two hits. That particular map easily has nine times as many monsters as you can kill per hit. Mist can concurrently act on all of them at the same time. Back to topic. I knew I had the upper hand in a KS war, that is, if they don't decide to call for back up for a prolonged KS war (I'm not staying in that map for THAT long, my inventory WAS getting full, you know). The exp coming in further testified to the theory).

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After a while (I would say it had been 2 to 3 minutes), they got fed up and started scolding me "dog" (what is with that?!), claiming they'd been there first. That there wasn't any Poison animation when they first came in. Smart asses. Was I supposed to see arrows lying around when they're in the map?
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mcxC0Anb0o/Tglrcp6jY_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fXaoCg8AdTo/s1600/Maple0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mcxC0Anb0o/Tglrcp6jY_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fXaoCg8AdTo/s320/Maple0383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623143749780726770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the end I decided that I still wanted to survive in that world. I didn't get my character to level 12x to quit because of (possible) future harassment from their friends or suffer a mass defame. So I decided to be the bigger person and be the gentleman (when I'm obviously a girl), to change to another channel.
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-704Pl6hYN58/TglsFIgFFrI/AAAAAAAAABE/8_f4WpHeOuM/s1600/Maple0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-704Pl6hYN58/TglsFIgFFrI/AAAAAAAAABE/8_f4WpHeOuM/s320/Maple0385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623144445185955506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;However, it is not beneath me to rant about the injustice I'd been through.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh I did find another channel that was free (channel 5) afterwards. That is makes this so much more ridiculous because there were other free maps. I got tired of training after around 20min (not to mention the fact that I was pissed off). So I messaged one of them telling them my map was free and they wouldn't even find poison in the map because I don't train with poison, unlike 3rd job Fire Poison Mages =)

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'd think I wouldn't be so bold to make a false claim all over the internet. Especially if it's so easy to just have the admins check back on the server. Everything I said is true to the best of my knowledge. Screenshots were taken of the dialogue (on someone else's channel, channel 2), not the action (I'm not THAT fast).

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm glad I got this out of my system. Now, maybe I can finally get some sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-4452138305092552697?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/4452138305092552697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=4452138305092552697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/4452138305092552697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/4452138305092552697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/06/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUVnmcsP0jw/Tglr3TBb1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/88JjrSBGhQI/s72-c/Maple0384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-6961592791659433762</id><published>2011-05-25T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:40:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore losers</title><content type='html'>RANT ALERT!!!!! 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Wow, some people are so hard-pressed to win. I was in a room with 3 people from the same FAM. Once i finished my first chain, guy1 told someone to press f11. Up came a series of rings accompanying room megas that went something like "df" "sdf" "sd"... You get the idea... It went on for around 5 moves and the dj (guy2) chained to x5 and overtook my lead position. At least i still managed go x1 throughout that disturbance. You can be very sure i was seriously pissed off. girl1 said something like she was the one who did that. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Halfway through the game, guy2 asked guy1 to "come up" (i was in 2nd place and guy2 was in 3rd). Great. So he managed to chase up to first. By some miracle, i think he missed some major move. Hah!

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;By the last 10 moves, i managed to chase up to the first position. Then dropped because guy1 managed to red-face me (and i cooled too). Then at the last move, i got my first again because justice always prevails and his red-face didn't register or something. I got a great and guy2 got a cool. Hah! 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So girl1 said go "Beat Up, i can help you win"

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Huh... What cheaters and sore losers. So what if your level is high. Someone who is more pro than you and lower level than you deserves to win you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-6961592791659433762?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/6961592791659433762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=6961592791659433762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6961592791659433762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6961592791659433762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/05/sore-losers.html' title='sore losers'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-7156730829750096525</id><published>2011-05-15T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:05:05.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever had such a good dream that you didn't want to wake up? I have, today. =D 

And it was just a dream, just a moment ago... I was up so high, looking down at the sky, don't let me fall~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-7156730829750096525?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/7156730829750096525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=7156730829750096525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7156730829750096525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7156730829750096525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/05/ever-had-such-good-dream-that-you-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-6175988093616941072</id><published>2011-05-11T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:41:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am psyched to solve problems today. it's what i'm made to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-6175988093616941072?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/6175988093616941072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=6175988093616941072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6175988093616941072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6175988093616941072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-psyched-to-solve-problems-today.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8060694259486953456</id><published>2011-05-10T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:37:35.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighs... Looks like I'm not getting any younger. Gotta go back to the clinic for another session. Let's hope she can help me get my back bone straight. I didn't realise it wasn't, until today. 

Be careful of your next sneeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8060694259486953456?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8060694259486953456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8060694259486953456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8060694259486953456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8060694259486953456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/05/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8586700531429281750</id><published>2011-04-24T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:26:42.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Standing at the window, 
I couldn't peel away. 
Rain splashed onto my face, 
My thoughts were my best friends. 
Looking at ants running to escape the torrent, 
Is being under shelter any better, 
When you're facing the same downpour, 
Brought in by the wind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8586700531429281750?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8586700531429281750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8586700531429281750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8586700531429281750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8586700531429281750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/04/standing-at-window-i-couldnt-peel-away.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-5801100604493375222</id><published>2011-03-05T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T04:00:02.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for snapping at you. But what I said came from my heart. You really should wake up and learn to fix something when it goes wrong. Not wallow in self-pity whenever something doesn't go according to plan.

&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-5801100604493375222?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5801100604493375222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=5801100604493375222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5801100604493375222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5801100604493375222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sorry-for-snapping-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-1921918292657718963</id><published>2011-03-05T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T03:53:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopped liver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Starhub to ask about renewing my mobile contract. Took a number, 1028. The number was at 1025, which changed to 1026 in around 2min. I wandered around and eventually ended up sitting on a bench just outside the shop. Mind you, the shop was small. I was sitting around 10m away from the customer service counters. About 2 minutes before they called for my number, this tall lady walked into the shop. I was still seated outside and the number was still at 1026.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the number changed, to 1028. I was stunned for all of 1.5 seconds. It was too good to be true. I stood up and made my way to the counter, which took me around 5 seconds. About 4 seconds into my journey, the lady at the counter buzzed for the next number, 1029. This tall lady made her way to the counter too. Turns out she was 1029. So, we reached the counter at roughly the same time (with her reaching around 0.3 seconds before me).&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady behind the counter hasn't even started addressing the tall lady, but she turned to me and said "You wait a while, can?" (loosely, and badly, translated) in Mandarin. The tall lady looked at me at that moment. I agreed to wait A WHILE. I actually expected the next counter's staff (only 2 counters were operating) to be informed of this "arrangement".&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for around 5 minutes, getting more and more impatient (and regretting my decision, I should have said 'no'). I saw a lady looking in my general direction. She could probably see the frown forming on my face. After a while, the tall lady was done with her problem. I think she tried to make as fast as possible (maybe because the people at the next counter were still there from before I arrived in the shop).&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went out of the shop. The service lady went to the back of the shop without any apologetic look at me or any indication that she noticed I was there (I know, I was staring at her, expectantly, then my expression became just plain annoyed). She stayed inside for around 3 minutes. Then she came out, and I thought it was finally my turn. She stood behind the counter using a computer or machine of sorts. I wouldn't know. I wasn't in quite the mood to pay attention to details. What I know is that, it is basic courtesy to not let someone wait after you have called for them. The right thing to do would have been to attend to me, THEN do whatever necessary administrative work after I have left, then buzz a new customer.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tall lady had left for around 6 minutes, the second counter was done. About 10 seconds after the customers of that counter left, the lady buzzed for number 1030. Turns out it was the lady who was standing somewhere beside me. She offered for me to go first. I thanked her and then told the counter 2 staff that she let me go ahead of her (by then I knew they weren't so good at keeping track), and showed her my number. She said, "Oh past already ah?" (again, loosely and badly translated). I said yes (whatever, i just wanted to get to what I had gone there for). So we settled my grievances in around 5 minutes (or more). When I was going away, she actually buzzed the next number. Nice work. But this lady wasn't to be bullied. She went up to the counter.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left, a disgruntled customer, but not without noticing that the first counter staff was still not attending to anyone. Who knows how long I could have been waiting.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running a little late for my maths paper. I rushed to the bus stop nearer to my house (which has only 1 bus available to my destination). I was in luck (I thought)! The bus was just rounding the corner when I was nearing the bus stop. I was around 5 metres away from the bus stop when it reached there. I had to negotiate my way about the cement that was used for drainage (which meant they had even holes in them which I could very well trip on).&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would like to reach school on time, I would pretty much like to be able to reach school at all. I slowed down at that section of the ground. I guess the driver thought I wasn't going to take his bus after all because he turned out into the road after stopping at the bus stop (and no one got off).&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't bus drivers usually stop their buses when people are signaling them to stop? So if no one was signaling from the inside, and no one was signaling from the outside (because no one boarded the bus), who was he stopping for? Okay, if he wasn't stopping for me, I actually reached the bus stop when he was turning out. He probably didn't see me (unlike experienced drivers who would look out for potential passengers who are running to catch up with them) because he was looking out the other side. Then again, the passengers inside were looking at me. I guess they didn't think that I wanted to board the bus, even when I extended my hand to try to knock it against the bus, in a bid for attention. I held back because it was just stupid and I could cause an accident when the bus driver was halfway through cutting into the next lane.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the my gesture went ignored, the 2 girls sitting at the bus stop went "What the hell, the bus driver."&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked on, to the next bus stop (which had 2 available buses, including the first). The bus was stopped at the junction because of the traffic lights and the pedestrians crossing. In the end, I got on that bus because of the people boarding it in front of me delaying it from driving off again.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Something is obviously very wrong these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-1921918292657718963?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/1921918292657718963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=1921918292657718963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1921918292657718963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1921918292657718963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2011/03/chopped-liver.html' title='Chopped liver'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-2427662718359303660</id><published>2010-12-16T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:54:36.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A child</title><content type='html'>So...I guess I'm too late to get the free supplementary card from my dad. I was going through the letters today and I came across the 2 credit cards, to my mum and dad. So I made a passing comment, to my mum who was watching tv, that I also wanted one. Well guess what. She said I'm too young for one and that I would get scammed to sign illegitimate things. So I retort that I was going to be 20 soon. Highlight of the day: she tells me I had the mindset of a child. Ouch. That really hurts. The only place I hear this is when people are referring to the less mentally endowed. Thanks mum. You've hurt me yet again. You could have said that I wasn't mature enough but noooooo... You had to compare me to a child. Saying childish would have been better, thank you. 

So now I'm beginning to doubt myself. But how much do you really know? We don't even spend much time together. Sure I spend too much time gaming. But surely that isn't a true reflection of my real personality. My lecturer showed us a powerpoint of inspirational quotes today. One of them was something along the lines of "Everyone sees what you seem, but only some know who you are".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-2427662718359303660?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/2427662718359303660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=2427662718359303660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/2427662718359303660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/2427662718359303660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/12/child.html' title='A child'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-5188353088617152114</id><published>2010-11-19T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:31:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way the cookie crumbles</title><content type='html'>Procedures:
&lt;BR&gt;Take a sandwich cookie. Take a rock (or anything hard). Put said cookie on the table. Put said rock on top of the cookie. Apply pressure from directly above onto the rock, onto the cookie.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Observations:
&lt;BR&gt;1. Top piece crumbles
&lt;BR&gt;2. Bottom piece crumbles
&lt;BR&gt;3. The cream in the middle looks for release, peeking through cracks and the sides of the sandwich cookie

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story:
&lt;BR&gt;The cookie is a unit of support. The cookies hold the cream, and the cream holds the cookies. The unit is put between a rock and a hard place. Both pieces of cookie finds it difficult to counter the different sources of the force. They instinctively try to protect themselves, but in doing so, fail to work together (How could they have worked together? Well, in becoming Super Cookie of course! But that's not the point here). They thus fail to protect themselves, and the cream in the centre. This is where they start to crumble...
&lt;BR&gt;But the story isn't about the cookies. It is about the cream. You see, the cream, having lost its support system, is fighting a battle on its own (possibly a losing one). No matter who started it, self-preservation is key at that point in time. This is where the cream shows us its real nature, its flexibility and adaptability. However, one cannot argue that the cream is no longer the same as it once had been...

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Everyone has the potential to be adaptable, simply because it is in our genes. They were passed down from our ancestors who had evolved from apes, to what we are now. We shouldn't let hardships deter us from living life. On the other hand, we have to realise that nothing will ever be the same. We might as well embrace the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-5188353088617152114?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5188353088617152114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=5188353088617152114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5188353088617152114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5188353088617152114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/11/way-cookie-crumbles.html' title='The way the cookie crumbles'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-6806379005877779030</id><published>2010-11-19T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:13:24.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random adds</title><content type='html'>What a coincidence... Some unknown person has been adding my friends and I on facebook. Well, I haven't rejected nor accepted yet. The funny thing is, when I went to his profile (to try to figure out who he is), I saw that it was full of _______ is now friends with ______ and 10 other people. I got amused when there was a break in between, where someone actually commented something along the lines of "hi, thanks for the add... but who are you???" My sentiments exactly! But why did you even accept the invite in the first place?! Well I was almost tempted to accept him just to "like" that comment. Almost.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Anyway, I was going through his wall using my phone, which *gasp* doesn't have that large a screen. So, while waiting for "See more posts" to load, a picture of one of the people he recently added caught my eye. It was an Audition avatar, albeit tiny on the screen. Naturally, I was curious, considering that the rest of the pictures were (probably) of normal humans. Clicking on it, I found my in-game buddy, Raspberry. Cool. Not to mention creepy.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Out of so many people "equipping" their avatars with the same clothes and the same hair (I would say that same hair item is owned by half the girl population in the game itself), it had to be someone I knew. This world is indeed small, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-6806379005877779030?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/6806379005877779030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=6806379005877779030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6806379005877779030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6806379005877779030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-adds.html' title='Random adds'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-6221931289538442195</id><published>2010-11-05T02:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:24:18.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just feel so down that I can't even blog on my Space. I feel downright emotionless right now. I don't feel.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I guess I don't want to attract attention. Check that, I don't want the people who care about me to know about what's going on. I'm quirky that way. It's often easier to talk to acquaintances about personal problems, I feel. That way, you're not burdening someone you care about? Maybe. I don't know. I can't tell my Mum anything, much less my Dad. I blame it on the generation gap. Sometimes I wish I have an older brother. I've always been envious of my girl friends who have older brothers. I know, being not envious of other people but be satisfied with yourself. But one can't help but be curious what it would be like... to feel protected, to feel like someone is standing guard for you.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I have no idea why I attract younger god-brothers in game. Maybe I'm too naggy, because I don't think I'm caring. I've never been brought up to be caring. I'm bad around children. I can't treat them like they are less than what I am. I can't not talk to them normally and show them respect. Well that's singing my own praises. But that's what comes to mind when I have to communicate with them. I'm just scared of communicating with them. Oh I really want a cat. I just want a hug.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've just written down everything I remember about a past encounter into my long-forgotten diary (if I can still call it that). So now, I have no need to store it in my brain. Bad things are meant to be forgotten, because it hurts. Hurt makes us stronger. But constant hurt wears us down. So, bad things won't be forgotten. But that doesn't mean it they should stay etched in our memory forever. I say they're just a waste of space. I read through the entries in my diary. Most were about my primary school life. They reminded me of some things that I wasn't consciously aware of happened throughout these few years. I looked back at it in amusement, and some sort of realisation, like my vision has been cleared up. I asked myself questions in the past, like 'Who was lying?'. I found that I saw things from an outsider's point of vies. I could answer them now. Maybe a few years down the road, I'll look back at this saga in amusement.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As I've said, sadness shouldn't be contained. Writing it down helps. Doesn't matter if you were to tear it up or to burn it down. At least, you would have taken a step to getting it out of your mind. Cleansing it. Transferring the burden to something real, something tangible. You know it has happened, you can't really go back in time and change things (but if you do, bring me). Yes, we have the desire to change things, do things differently. People say "Never regret". The truth is, you will regret at some point in time. The trick is not think that something is not regretful. Everything has its plus side. That's what someone said to me yesterday.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've come to terms. I'm moving on. I'd like to think that. But the truth is, I'll need someone to care. Not to care for, no.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Moving on seems like it could be such a great feeling. I can't feel it, yet. I'm going to have to depend on my friends, I guess. We are lucky to have friends, we are. I found a long-lost friend recently. She made the game so much more fun. I'm waiting for some people to come back to me.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who am I kidding? I still would like to make the people who hurt me pay. But I guess I should just let nature take its course. A watched pot never boils. I'm verging on psychotic, I believe. Well, a little hate is healthy. At least I don't go around ruining other people's lives for not apparent reason.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-6221931289538442195?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/6221931289538442195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=6221931289538442195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6221931289538442195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6221931289538442195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-i-just-feel-so-down-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-5042227306828941762</id><published>2010-10-03T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T03:38:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Time</title><content type='html'>I'm of the opinion I spend too much 'me time'. Asleep, it's me time. In the bathroom, it's me time. Watching cartoons, it's me time. Eating fruits, it's me time. Journey to school, it's me time. Doing homework, it's me time. Using computer, it's me time.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sure, I talk and sms to my friends. And I listen to the lecturers. But i don't have time to talk to my family. I don't like to be disturbed when I'm having me time. But I'm practically having me time all day, everyday. Something is very very wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-5042227306828941762?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5042227306828941762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=5042227306828941762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5042227306828941762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5042227306828941762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-time.html' title='Me Time'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-179068401401533391</id><published>2010-09-28T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:35:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something is definitely wrong. Crying without a direct impact isn't normal. Feeling emotional without any apparent reason is dangerous. Well at least there's no suicidal tendency. Revenge will definitely be sweet.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The mind plays tricks on us. Mine seems to have too much imagination that isn't released in enough channels. It scares me.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes things don't work out the way you want it to. I want to be happy, but the happiness seems to be cheerfulness, shortlived.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes you just can't seem to kick the feeling of loneliness out of your mind, and your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-179068401401533391?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/179068401401533391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=179068401401533391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/179068401401533391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/179068401401533391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-is-definitely-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8468773060092713821</id><published>2010-09-28T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:33:31.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>So who are your real friends?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Those who make you happy by spending time to do things with you that you are happy doing? Those who spend hours chatting with you? Those who don't bother with you unless you're in trouble and need their help? Those who take up any of your crazy suggestions just to be there for you when you get hurt? Those who console you when something bad happpens? Those who entertain you when you can't sleep? Those who beat up the people who hurt you? Those who remind you of your place when you're being mean? Those who point out your mistakes?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Those who need you? Those whom you want to help? Those whom you want to spend time with? Those whom you want to know better?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bottom line: Friends are people who stay by your side even when you think you don't need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8468773060092713821?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8468773060092713821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8468773060092713821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8468773060092713821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8468773060092713821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-1855447837679610776</id><published>2010-09-25T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T02:19:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be not envious of others, but be happy with oneself.</title><content type='html'>Bruises on my hands again. I have a feeling I'm not throwing correctly.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
My stomach is growling incessantly. Now I don't know whether I'm supposed to be hungry or not. Because it growls even after a meal. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-1855447837679610776?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/1855447837679610776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=1855447837679610776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1855447837679610776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1855447837679610776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-not-envious-of-others-but-be-happy.html' title='Be not envious of others, but be happy with oneself.'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-3595579853146239939</id><published>2010-09-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:36:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaulay</title><content type='html'>Sorry, what? Macaulay Duration? I only know Macaulay Culkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-3595579853146239939?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/3595579853146239939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=3595579853146239939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/3595579853146239939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/3595579853146239939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/09/macaulay.html' title='Macaulay'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-989084099980407847</id><published>2010-08-29T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T04:07:03.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a capsule</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning with my head in an awkward angle. So, as expected, my neck/shoulder was a little tight. I ended up with a neck muscle strain after attempting to stretch. At least that didn't happen in the middle of a game. It happened when i was waiting for sw to invite people in. Good thing is, it's not as tight as when it happened. Bad thing is, it's still tight.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today was Family Day, well, at least it was at the condo. I like the balloons they hung up across the edge of the swimming pool. Didn't participate in anything because we didn't sign up and/or pay. Haha. But i've realised that my estate still looks as nice as it has been when we first moved in. At least now, i don't notice as many bugs around. Partly because i don't go down much anymore.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Family's still been the same. Dysfunctional.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friends are getting busy. Finally watched Liar Game on Friday, with Chenyu. And Finally ate pizza at Pizza Hut. Yeah, it rained again that day. Same as the day when jing and i tried to eat at pizza hut. My shoes are getting bigger the more they get soaked with rainwater.
I'm beginning to hate rainy days.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want a cat. I'd like a tabby but dad wants a siamese. I don't know. A tabby looks cute fat, but i can't picture a fat siamese. They look far too sophisticated, in my opinion.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maple is stealing time away from my school work. I want to quickly max out my fire arrow and reach poison brace, but that's quite far away. I don't want maple to be a chore, seriously.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to join a cca. Preferably ultimate frisbee. But i don't think i have the stamina, anymore.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is cui3 now. Tim asked me what cui was, today. I didn't know. To try to define it, i would say: cui is a way of saying something is not going as well as you would hope. At least, that's how i use that word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-989084099980407847?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/989084099980407847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=989084099980407847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/989084099980407847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/989084099980407847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-in-capsule.html' title='Life in a capsule'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8901987240923060122</id><published>2010-08-08T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:42:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why, but I seem to use this word a lot on girls. I believe I'm substituting this word for the typical singaporean phrase 'act cute'. I guess since I'm a girl, I'm less sensitive to guys being pretentious, unless I personally know them. I myself hope that I'm not pretentious. But I have a feeling people think I am. On the one hand, pretending to be somebody you're not can help you with your networking. On the other, it ruins the way the others perceive you. And in the heart of it, you know that one cannot satisfy everyone at the same time, so both results will go hand in hand. However, are you more eager to make acquaintances that help you advance in life, or to keep your friends who have aided you in your success?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8901987240923060122?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8901987240923060122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8901987240923060122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8901987240923060122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8901987240923060122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/08/pretentious.html' title='Pretentious'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-1891791114483748424</id><published>2010-07-27T04:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T04:55:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Currently: listening to blog songs, eating Chocolate Wafer Sticks, and typing with one hand for an invisible audience.

&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been quite busy... going out with friends =D. Wouldn't have it any other way.

&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an experience of a lifetime taking the shuttle bus from Jurong East. Nah. The bus reminded me of the newer 174 buses. Your ears just get clogged up due to the vibration when the bus is stationery.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we reached RWS-USS and saw this trademark UNIVERSAL globe. Seen the bigger and nicer version in the US. But I didn't take the opportunity the last time because I was basically sulking the whole trip then. However, I've been given a second chance, it seems. So this time in Universal Studios Singapore, I was determined to have a freaking good time! We missed the opportunity to take pictures with Mr Hershey though (haha).
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to queue up at around 7pm, the queue had decreased to 3/4 the displacement (no, not distance/length, you know how queues usually wind [say: whine-d] to save space, don't you?). The girl manning the queue told us "No guarantee of tickets". I spent almost $2 on transport, I wasn't going home without spending $5 on tickets! We got our tickets without trouble. Then we went to get popcorn. Caramel Crisp. I didn't get to try the CheeseCorn though. Anyway, the queue was totally stalled by the scarcity of popcorn.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went into the park. The first thing that caught my eye was a guy holding a conical flask of some drink. No, not the guy, the flask. It was totally cute! I forgot to buy it! Argh! Oh well, it costs $9 and the drink is cola, if my memory doesn't fail me.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lots of pictures. I was glad my storybook came into use as a platform for the cameras, because I certainly didn't do any reading the whole trip!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it was that evening that I realised Nazar and Mr Pandian looks alike. And I do mean alike, alike. Even another student of his thought they looked alike. I only realised who he was after he asked me whether I was going back to KW. No, check that. I only realised who he was after we were on our ways. My processors must need some oiling.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the 10.20pm bus to Jurong East, so we queued up for the 10.40pm bus for Tiong Bahru instead. Saw an old friend on the train. Chatted with her a bit, should have stayed longer though. She was nice to talk to. Bumped into a close friend while walking from the MRT station to the bus station as well (actually she grabbed my bag to stop me). =D The world is really so small.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and washed up. Resolved to sleep early to wake up for another outing the next day. I guess my definition of 'early' has become 2am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-1891791114483748424?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/1891791114483748424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=1891791114483748424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1891791114483748424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1891791114483748424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-vivocitysentosa.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-1616803375039596370</id><published>2010-07-27T03:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T04:54:54.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy - Vivocity/Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9.20am the following morning. I was supposed to reach Vivocity level 3 at 11am. Ate till I-don't-know 9.50am? Then I was stuck in the bathroom for around 20min till 10.23am. Or did I leave home by 10.23am? Doesn't matter. I was late! Typical.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Got my chance to zi bi on the bus and train. But my fantasy of walking around in that state in Vivo before 11am that day has (of course) been crushed.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Met bossman before looking for D and milk at Bakerzin. D TOLD ME IT WAS BAKER'S INN. Hehe. Anyway, that day, I realise TK DOESN'T REPLY SMSES. *frowns*. Went off with pirates to look for food. Was fallowing pirates because he was walking as if he knew where he was going. My brain wasn't working, so I didn't lead him to Food Republic even though I knew he was going in the wrong direction. I thought he was looking for other food stores. Oh well, we eventually reached there. But we didn't get anything from there.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Went down to the atrium where eventually we met up with everyone, and where we met wil and cream. Took a group photo with pirates, who was in line for Hair for Hope 2010. Oh! I saw Adrian Pang on stage! Haha!


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We got to Burger King to queue up for our lunch. It was dam full. We queued for almost as long as pirates. So we ended up waiting for him to go over to Sentosa as well. Oh, my supposedly more updated version of the EZ-Link card doesn't work at the Sentosa Express tap gates. Oh joy. I had to queue up for the paper card. And they had to wait, once more.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Anyway, we trekked to Siloso from Beach Station. Trekked being walked. Walked past Fish &amp;amp; Co. Fish &amp;amp; Co. being Oscar (a fish) &amp;amp; Co. Wow. How misleading can I be, right? Along the way, 2 umbrellas were brought out by 2 people who were going to get tanned eventually. That defies logic, but that's just human.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We had a beachfront view where we sat. Wasting no time, we immediately smothered ourselves in sunblock. Then we went frisbee-ing under the sun while milk stayed under the palm tree and took candid shots of us.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Lazed around a bit afterwards, finishing my burger. I detected no sand in it okay! Milk and pirates went and got us mineral water. Argh i forgot about paying them. I'll bet it costs a bomb, there being Sentosa and all that. We all know Sentosa water is superior to the other types of mineral water. Wow, that makes so much sense.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We eventually went into the sea (well, knee-deep into the water). It was heavenly (well, not really, but better than not being in the water). We eventually gathered and sat in the shade talking about nonsense and making sense.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I should have gotten jing to go out earlier. They reached so late that we already finished eating at Sushi Tei! I had my first taste of roe there. I am sorry to the people who are opposed to it, or are offended by it, but I found the taste good as expected. I must have smelled or tasted it when I was small, courtesy of my father of course. Expensive food is almost always introduced by him.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We took our last group photos of the day, and made our way home. Leaving jing, flaze, and pirates at Vivo. As always, pirates is nice enough to keep them company. I wasn't. I wanted to get home, bathe, and SLEEP. 2 days without 8 full hours of sleep each was taking its toll.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I couldn't get off the sofa after bathing. So I stay there until around 10pm, brushed my teeth, and knocked out... Until 1.55am when I woke up from a dream. What the hey?! My lips were chapped (and possibly bleeding), my body was stiff, and the room felt stuffy even with the air con on. The thing is, I didn't have a nightmare. The dream was just too weird, I guess. I don't remember the dream by now, of course. So I ended up reading manga from my phone till 4am. Wow. That's mainly because I got started on a new manga. Shoujo this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-1616803375039596370?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/1616803375039596370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=1616803375039596370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1616803375039596370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/1616803375039596370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-rws-uss.html' title='Busy - Vivocity/Sentosa'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8596716115656080691</id><published>2010-07-11T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T03:47:57.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom halved</title><content type='html'>Round 2 is over. At least, I hope it is. My wound is still healing awfully slowly. Well at least I can clamp my teeth together on the left side with minimal biting now. But the drill wound is as bad as ever. It's like an ulcer that comes into contact with my long and sharp canine. It hurts to brush my teeth -.-. Anyway, halfway through surgery, after or when my tooth was being pulled out, i felt a sharp pain which wasn't unbearable. And I felt as though my jaw was being pushed to the right. I think they held my jaw the 1st time. Felt as though something broke there. Or maybe it was just the tooth. At least I saw that it looked whole. Wasn't in the state of mind and didn't have the will to talk to ask them for the tooth back home or anything. I ended up going to another dentist to ask about the bone near the extraction site. I hope I'm one of the lucky ones that have it heal in 1 or 2 weeks. I really don't want to go back after I remove my stitches.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Anyway, the bone totally made my first day of recovery unbearable. Didn't know if it was a bone. Just knew there was a pain like an ulcer near the back of my tongue. It hurt like mad to swallow that day. The second day, I got a little more accustomed to it, but I still couldn't move my tongue around much because of it. So eating became a huge problem. The first night was unbearable. Because I can't clamp my teeth together, I can't chew using even 1 side. I'm glad I had 1 large KFC whipped potato the second day (or was it night, and I only ate around the medium size). Had whipped potato again the 3rd night (finished it =D). And then I wanted whipped potatoes again the fourth day. I got porridge with hard food (that I would usually love). I thought I was able to chew well enough. I was wrong. I ended up chewing on my wound more times than I would like. Night was porridge again. Just like one of the meals for each of the previous days, it was blended. HAHAHA! It tastes ok actually. Because the taste is captured and it's easy to eat (i.e. just swallow). Had steamed egg too. It was ok, but quite a chore to eat, still.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On to the medicine. The antibiotics tablets are HUGE. Okay it's still swallow-able. But I need to concentrate to swallow. Yesterday, my concentration was broken by my dad who told me to gargle when I was battling with the bone near my tongue. I choked on the tablet. Thanks Dad -.-. My choking caused my wound to hurt. Urgh. At least now I've completed the whole course of antibiotics. Anyway, the painkillers prescribed became more a burden than a relief for this round. I had to eat to take painkillers. I didn't want to eat. So I only took painkillers twice this round. Saddens me that I can't stay up late at night the first night and watch TV while eating sugar-coated bread because I was hungry. I even bought bread when going home!

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am craving for all sorts of food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8596716115656080691?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8596716115656080691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8596716115656080691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8596716115656080691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8596716115656080691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/07/wisdom-halved.html' title='Wisdom halved'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-4979257902310139960</id><published>2010-06-27T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T05:02:30.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my wisdom tooth surgery on Wednesday 23 June 2010. Went there with a light feeling (that I'm gonna get rid of the teeth). Came back with a heavy feeling (that I have to go back again for the second one). The feeling was... indescribable. I really thank Daisy for telling me to listen to music there during the whole process. Talk more about it after I get the second one done. Have to get the stitches removed too.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

[Start of maple rant]&lt;BR&gt;
Went back to mapling on Tuesday or Wednesday (I forgot o.o) in the hopes of fighting the Giant Centipede again, and found that my account has been hacked. HOLY CRAP! Wow. And I don't even give away my password.&lt;BR&gt;
The thing is, not all my items are gone. I was left with 1/4 of my scrolls, the clothes and equipment my lv 10 and 15 were wearing, some (about 15?) etc items, 1/3 of my setup items, and none of my other equipment. -.- I hope whoever did this is happy. But I wish I could claim them back (if they were just a glitch that would solve itself in maybe a day or two? Dream on).&lt;BR&gt;
I lost (among other things) my cromi, red whip, sauna robes, fish spear, red-hearted earrings, goldrunners, glove (i don't remember), cape (i forgot), pan lid, leaf earrings, maple lama staff, calaf, anakarune (I think it was borrowed -.-), my crystals, my potions, my scrolls, my quest items, ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

May Karma befall you!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

So anyway, I managed to walk from Mu Lung (Panda there) to Orbis. Quite terrifying at the crocs there (I forgot what they're called). At Orbis, I met someone who wanted to give me 300k after he saw me with no equipment. He said 'That's all I have' 'Take it'. Gosh. That was nice, but I rejected the trade lah. What good would it do actually. Anyway, got back to Victoria safely. Went around sourcing for equipment.&lt;BR&gt;
Did 2 quests at dungeon. One was still ok. It would have been easier in the past though, where the final area was occupied by a lower-levelled monster that was prone to my elemental attacks (cold eye then vs red drake now). I spammed pots like crazy. And apparently for the next quest, I had to look for an abandoned note and deliver it. By then my exp was around 90+.&lt;BR&gt;
I found the NPC and I SUPPOSEDLY got sucked into a black hole or something. Guess where I go teleported to... Some map with Jr. Balrog. Yeah, I was equipped with what... level 16 clothes and a level 38 wand. WTH?! HAHAHA! I'm glad I was standing at the portal. Just in time to see Jr Balrog delivering an attack unprovoked. I got out (thankfully). Maybe I pressed something wrong, I clicked the NPC again. Wrong move, I got transported there, AGAIN. At least I got out. I am NOT going to do that quest again. At least, until I get decent equipment. And when my exp is at/near 0%.&lt;BR&gt;
Met someone when using my sub character. The name was my birthday. So he asked me to wait. Asked me is my birthday so-and-so? I asked why. He said his was the same. Asked me age. He said same, AGAIN! So he asked, got FB? And asked for email. I asked for his instead. He said his was childish, so don't wanna give me. Who would believe that -.-&lt;BR&gt;
[End of maple rant]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-4979257902310139960?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/4979257902310139960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=4979257902310139960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/4979257902310139960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/4979257902310139960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/had-my-wisdom-tooth-surgery-on.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8328803935744274901</id><published>2010-06-23T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:43:11.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B&amp;Js</title><content type='html'>Bought Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream cause they were on sale till 30 June. 4 flavours I haven't tried before. Can't wait to try them. Been eating the chocolate coated macadamia flavour. Totally addicted! Salted macadamia + Chocolate~ Mmmm~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8328803935744274901?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8328803935744274901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8328803935744274901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8328803935744274901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8328803935744274901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/b.html' title='B&amp;Js'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-6647922661106859622</id><published>2010-06-23T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:41:12.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dammit</title><content type='html'>Oh great, it's been hacked. Wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-6647922661106859622?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/6647922661106859622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=6647922661106859622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6647922661106859622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6647922661106859622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/dammit.html' title='dammit'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-611198601597826890</id><published>2010-06-20T04:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T04:30:15.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cookie Affair</title><content type='html'>This is so cute:

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Vanilla Ice Cream with a Chocolate Cookie Swirl &amp;amp; Chocolate Chip Cookies &amp;amp; Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-611198601597826890?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/611198601597826890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=611198601597826890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/611198601597826890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/611198601597826890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/cookie-affair.html' title='A Cookie Affair'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-6870301120976459983</id><published>2010-06-18T05:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:04:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of the day</title><content type='html'>I've wondered why I'm not asleep at this time of the day/night. It's nearly 6am at this point in this blog entry. I guess it's the time when I can truly be alone. I can't imagine facing family for too long. The same goes for online friends (I have no life, either that or we're just plain lazy). Anyway, this might sound selfish but this is the time that I don't need to watch other people's mood. This is the time when everything is about me, because seriously, not many people are awake at this time to do anything to me in real time. Smses are replied when they wake up. Online posts are read typically in the afternoon. Offline messages are replied to often at night.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; This makes me realise... Even though technology can bring us life updates in real time, we humans are unable/unwilling to respond to them 24/7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-6870301120976459983?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/6870301120976459983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=6870301120976459983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6870301120976459983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6870301120976459983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-wondered-why-im-not-asleep-at-this.html' title='That time of the day'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-7095310091751788202</id><published>2010-06-17T04:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:47:00.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT D</title><content type='html'>Been bugging the people (Jing and Pirates in particular) to stop calling me D. I don't mind 0 calling me D, he came up with it. And I can understand Daizy calling me that, cause that's what everyone's calling me when she knew me. But dammit, the people who know me, why are you calling me what someone else is calling me. For the sake of convenience, since D is so easy to type? For the sake of fitting in, since everyone is calling me that?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For goodness sake, my whole name doesn't have a single D in it. Ok so maybe 0 got called 0 by our people (but I don't think any of his closer friends ever tried to call him 0). And my gosh, jing now calls him korkor and pirates calls him old jb (something along that line lah).
Since you're using your own names for him, why not for me?! It especially ticks me off when people like jing and pirates call me D, because I've known them for a long time now and I find it ridiclous that they have to use a  name that another person calls me by.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It might seem like just a small issue. How come some people can call me D without me getting upset? When Daizy calls me D, i'm okay with it (my mind has already registered that it's her way of calling me, just like my mind registers people online calling me raven). If other people from other FAMs call me D, I will sian diao. And IF bullet calls me D, I think I'll cry. And even when I say this, I can't stop calling him bullet. What the hey, I even smsed dajie one day referring to him as bullet. Shameful. Thank goodness I still call dajie, dajie. Otherwise, 不像话.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Back to topic. I just don't want to feel as though we've gotten further apart instead of closer. I didn't feel anything in the beginning. But when people start spamming D D D, I really don't know what to say.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;RavenD is not D. P2/bullet calls me p1 or qijie.  sw calls me rav. 0 calls me D. Most people in audi call me raven. I really don't care if my other friends call me D. But my closer friends, please. Calling me what someone else calls me makes me realise that... you don't know what to call me. That makes me feel so important in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-7095310091751788202?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/7095310091751788202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=7095310091751788202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7095310091751788202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7095310091751788202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-not-d.html' title='I am NOT D'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-2889642659942759164</id><published>2010-06-08T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:35:31.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a brighter note, I'm really satisfied with how our FAM is bonding. It's really fun to play with everyone. (When) the atmosphere is right. It was different from when me and Honey were playing with another fam in team. I could really sense how they wanted to win. I guess that might be how our team behaved around other people. But I do think we play differently with/against friends. I guess it's our different culture. And I really do like our culture. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-2889642659942759164?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/2889642659942759164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=2889642659942759164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/2889642659942759164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/2889642659942759164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-brighter-note-im-really-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8495476325361573171</id><published>2010-06-08T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:27:39.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Something (okay, someone) really disgusts me, to say the least. I guess old habits die hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8495476325361573171?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8495476325361573171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8495476325361573171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8495476325361573171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8495476325361573171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-okay-someone-really-disgusts.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-135746705074138892</id><published>2010-05-31T05:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:30:17.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MV on youtube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What am i doing 5am in the morning? I'm watching Epik High's MV on YouTube. The first to catch my eye was Run (because I've seen the rest of the more popular ones). It was (for lack of better word) epic. I didn't think so at first because I don't understand Korean. So the first time I saw it, I was 'wow'. Second time I saw it (with subtitles this time), I was 'Wow!' Actually, I couldn't catch some of the longer subtitles (yes I should read more, I'm out of touch). So the THIRD time I watched it (because I was going to post it on facebook, and I'm glad I did), the waterworks began quite suddenly, I have no idea why. That's when I finally caught the lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-135746705074138892?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/135746705074138892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=135746705074138892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/135746705074138892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/135746705074138892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/05/mv-on-youtube.html' title='MV on youtube'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-184503702104242205</id><published>2010-05-17T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:00:46.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seriously! Heartbreak should be over. It's time to move on, not run away. Go go go go~!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever wondered why people often say running away is easier than moving on? Because it's damn much faster!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the end it'll be okay. If it's not okay, it's not the end.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a lighter note, I got the music player up. So instead of going to Nokia's Ovi Player, I'll just rot here for music. xD&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mix pod asks us to upload our own MP3s if we want to play just the music and not the video. Is that like a new way to catch illegal downloaders? Right...&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/7913671-184503702104242205?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/184503702104242205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=184503702104242205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/184503702104242205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/184503702104242205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/05/seriously-heartbreak-should-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-984115611813871505</id><published>2010-05-17T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:22:50.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I finally deleted someone from my buddy list in audi (around a week ago). Told "someone", then she said "No! We need to track him!" to which I replied "Oh no!" All in good fun =D. That person wasn't even a friend of mine to begin with. Playing with him is not a good experience. And I doubt he will come find us if he can't find me online anyway. ;)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I wonder how long it will take for him to realise I've deleted him ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-984115611813871505?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/984115611813871505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=984115611813871505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/984115611813871505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/984115611813871505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-finally-deleted-someone-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-2306226777291241338</id><published>2010-05-17T04:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:18:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unblocked someone from my msn contacts list and added him/her to my contacts. Then I was looking at the profile for a while. It was then when it struck me. I realised I was a little irked at having this contact within reach again. I didn't want to be able to access that person's profile, like I did last time. I just found it sort of... (for a lack of better word) disgusting. So now, that person is back on my block and delete list again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-2306226777291241338?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/2306226777291241338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=2306226777291241338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/2306226777291241338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/2306226777291241338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/05/unblocked-someone-from-my-msn-contacts.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-396895220798670602</id><published>2010-05-15T02:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:26:45.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walked into the kitchen...
&lt;br&gt;I flipped the switch for the light on...
&lt;br&gt;I looked at the blackish-looking object on the ground...
&lt;br&gt;Is that a black cat?
&lt;br&gt;I got the fright of my life.
&lt;br&gt;The light turns on.
&lt;br&gt;It's just my mum's slippers.
&lt;br&gt;I then realise I don't even own a black cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-396895220798670602?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/396895220798670602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=396895220798670602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/396895220798670602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/396895220798670602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-walked-into-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-591085923665409412</id><published>2010-05-07T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T02:25:49.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>*clicks 'Delete'* OOPS _#*_@)(#+@_)%_$#)*%_)$*

Accidentally deleted my blog background around 5min ago.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-591085923665409412?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/591085923665409412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=591085923665409412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/591085923665409412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/591085923665409412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2010/05/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-567201174554919965</id><published>2009-12-21T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:39:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th!</title><content type='html'>I've never believed in listing people on my blog to thank them for birthday wishes. It seems quite show-off-y. So i shall not do that (although i'm wildly tempted to list the 45 people here. haha what a show off). The people who smsed me wishing me a happy birthday really touched me. The smses literally came pouring in. And yeah, i got a little teary-eyed. =D Thanks to them, this birthday was very memorable.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another thing that made this birthday memorable was the FAM outing. And especially the Swenson's desserts buffet. I realised their ice cream wasn't very good. But the variety wasn't bad. And it's a fun activity to do with friends.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Actually nothing much happened on my birthday. Just stayed at home and stoned in front of the computer. 0 played audi with me for a while =D made the otherwise boring day fun.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another thing that made my day was anli and yiyang's wall post on facebook. I totally laughed at the 2 posts.

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, because of facebook, i've gotten much more birthday blessings. But also because of that, the number of smses may have decreased &gt;&lt; hehe. But it's the thought that counts! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-567201174554919965?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/567201174554919965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=567201174554919965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/567201174554919965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/567201174554919965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-18th.html' title='My 18th!'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-6851342254743757851</id><published>2009-11-28T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:05:47.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>If you cry, is it a sign of defeat? Or is it essential to relieve some of the stress that's piled on you? And is it called crying if no tears are shed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-6851342254743757851?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/6851342254743757851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=6851342254743757851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6851342254743757851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/6851342254743757851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-5368436824710748924</id><published>2009-10-11T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:34:40.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is almost totally not compatible with Opera Mini. Tried and tested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-5368436824710748924?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5368436824710748924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=5368436824710748924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5368436824710748924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5368436824710748924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-blog-is-almost-totally-not.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-3992592601300316417</id><published>2009-09-25T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:41:57.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinatown</title><content type='html'>On this morning's 97.2fm show, the DJs were talking about someone asking why 牛车水 shouldn't be called Chinatown, and should instead be called what it's been called in the past (which is in Malay, read up on the Singapore heritage). The person said that since Singapore has a majority being Chinese, we shouldn't call it Chinatown, which is used in countries where the Chinese are a minority race. But Singapore in the first place is a multiracial society. So we can't expect to not have a Chinatown when the other majority races of Singapore has an area specially dedicated for them. Look at it this way, if there was no Chinatown in Singapore, does that mean that the Chinese population 'occupies' all territories other than Little India and Kampong Glam? Of course not. Since that's the case, shouldn't we have something named after us? I mean, do you see Orchard Road being decorated for the Lantern/Mooncake Festival even if the Chinese population is the biggest in Singapore? I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-3992592601300316417?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/3992592601300316417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=3992592601300316417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/3992592601300316417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/3992592601300316417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinatown.html' title='Chinatown'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-8459125561069755435</id><published>2009-08-31T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:59:57.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the departure</title><content type='html'>it's sort of funny when you think back, and realise that we haven't been on the pictures he posted even though we've all been together for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-8459125561069755435?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8459125561069755435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=8459125561069755435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8459125561069755435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/8459125561069755435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-departure.html' title='on the departure'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-7857943577857447695</id><published>2009-03-18T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:13:12.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many people actually come here.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder how I'm gonna catch up with the rest of the school.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder how I'm supposed to get off Audi.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder what's the FAM blog link.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why my handwriting is so uncontrollably GOOD.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why I think my handwriting is good.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why I'm lying about my handwriting here.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why I'm so lazy.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why if I'm so lazy, I'm still doing this.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if I have selective laziness.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why you start sleeping at 10am in the morning.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why I'm sleeping at 4am in the morning.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder why we have to sleep earlier.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder what happened between certain people.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if I will ever ask what happened. Probably not.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if I could take that news. What would come after it?
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if the 4-letter L word is overrated.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if everyone else says that word that much, while meaning it.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder the same for the 4-letter H word.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if everything is just a farce.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if I'll wake up from this dream.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if I'll wake up from this dream, happy.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if I can stay in this dream.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder what will happen to everything.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if what he said is true.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if what she said was true.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if what you say is true.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if anyone ever wonders this much.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if anyone ever wonders this much without really wanting the answers.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if anyone thinks I'm emo.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder if I'm emo.
&lt;br&gt;Nah.
&lt;br&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why~ Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-7857943577857447695?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/7857943577857447695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=7857943577857447695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7857943577857447695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7857943577857447695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wonder-how-many-people-actually-come.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-9142913173557697730</id><published>2009-01-17T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:17:10.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala</title><content type='html'>Went to search for pirates' blog after conference yesterday. And... I tried -ABC-Pirates. Hoho, no results on google. So i searched DeUnknowns. Wow, 2nd one that came up was pirates' blog. Cool. But even cooler was that I saw my own blog on there (this 'sort of' abandoned blog). Wow, the other more active blog not listed on the first page at all. A tad ironic. Anyway i also found WIL's blog. WHOOT! But really, never update one. Not that I'm in any position to comment about letting a blog rot.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well well well, this is the 1st post of the year here. Been dreading school for the last few days of holidays. But after going back, was quite high actually. It's quite nice seeing the people you know after so long again. Then our form teacher got us to play this Angel and Mortal game. @.@ Lucky for me, the first time we picked names, there was a sort of botch-up. So we had to redo everything. WHOOT~! Words can't describe how happy I was. Haha, I went 'Oh my-!' right after I opened the slip of paper and saw the name, by the way.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And I think I'm getting sick from all the CNY goodies. Getting an abnormal increase in the amount of salt in my body, from all the cashew nuts. And I'm sort of losing my voice. I miss shouting commands... Listened to 'The Final Countdown' a few days back and now it's transferred to my phone. Reminded me of NHNP FDC. And I remember last time Sir Edwin (haha yes I still call them Sir and Ma'am) played us the song and was saying something like 'The opening very seh/nice but when the guy starts singing...' then everyone laughed. But that was sort of our trademark and I don't think we'll ever forget the song.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh yeah, Crunchyroll has been barring us from watching Gintama. So now it's like we can only see that the videos have been posted but we're unable to watch. How nice. I miss new Gintama episodes...

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Anyway, should probably work hard from now on. Or at least keep at the same pace as the school, which is quite reasonable, if you don't mind not being able to relax. But this is A levels year, so I should probably get away from AuditionSEA. Wahaha, I actually typed out the full name. AuditionSEA!!! That's a sure sign I'm going insane from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-9142913173557697730?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/9142913173557697730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=9142913173557697730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/9142913173557697730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/9142913173557697730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-7395497907294346410</id><published>2008-11-10T16:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:01:57.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the title matter?</title><content type='html'>Even before PW was over, had been thinking about creating all these pics and making a new blogskin. Cause since the last post, I've seen that my posts no spacing AT ALL!

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I feel kinda idiotic at this. Created a new background with the pic I took at the Esplanade. Well I took it at the Esplanade but it doesn't feature the Esplanade. Lol it's the Singapore Flyer. No intention of even going up there. Singapore, what to see? Try the London Eye.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Anyway, blogger preview really isn't working for me. Had to save template then load the cranberryriver.blogspot.com to preview. -.- Don't know if it's just me though.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And I still can't get the background to squeeze in the window without the scrolling effect. Can't get it to fix there for don't know what reason. I'm an idiot at this, I guess. No matter. It's just for fun anyway.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm getting bored... I think I'm not getting enough sleep. Sleep too late and wake up too early (relatively). 8hours of sleep isn't enough for me. I suspect this lack of ability to continue sleeping is due to the long exposure to PW. Grrrr... I shall remember the days I couldn't sleep simply because i had so much work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-7395497907294346410?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/7395497907294346410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=7395497907294346410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7395497907294346410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/7395497907294346410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-title-matter.html' title='Does the title matter?'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-3345567334812255137</id><published>2008-10-15T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:03:50.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This just sucks</title><content type='html'>Feel quite emo now.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;People are leaving. one after another. Feel quite contradicted and disappointed that 1 simple thing can lead to so many.
&lt;BR&gt;Expected this actually, when it first started.
&lt;BR&gt;But was quite surprised nonetheless when it first happened.
&lt;BR&gt;Feel quite third-party and insignificant when people decide to make decisions just like that without thinking about others.
&lt;BR&gt;Even now, it's like the rest of us are insignificant and it doesn't impact us. It does. And now we see the effect.
&lt;BR&gt;Maybe I'll feel better after blogging. It's not a big deal anyway (by right).
&lt;BR&gt;Felt better after talking to someone more mature, another third party like me.
&lt;BR&gt;This whole incident just seems so trivial and yet the impact seems monumental to me.
&lt;BR&gt;I'm taking things too hard (been told this by 4 people already. i don't need another)
&lt;BR&gt;I can't guarantee I will stay, but I don't want to leave too.
&lt;BR&gt;So now I'm releasing all these frustrations here and locking it away on the Internet. Isn't this very ironic?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-So now that's it? We've gone our separate ways? No goodbye, no nothing?
&lt;BR&gt;It seems everything that has been built up has been discarded; just flung out the window.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Even though you say who stays is what matters, I don't think many of those that matter will stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-3345567334812255137?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/3345567334812255137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=3345567334812255137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/3345567334812255137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/3345567334812255137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-just-sucks.html' title='This just sucks'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-4016615722652817094</id><published>2008-02-29T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:08:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugger</title><content type='html'>hoho... second day of jae then sprain leg liao. hmmm wuite unfortunate. missed the dance party although i didnt like the mass dance there. preferred jj one. so high, then they teach they will smile one... not like the first intakes who just teach, teach, and teach. like rushing through like that. really couldnt catch loh.

anyway, went back for jj night. actually i went for jj afternoon. went to the doctor's again. grrr she told me the blood vessel or something of my feet burst. felt so sad lah. a bit shocked loh. so now i can sort of see spots of purple on my feet. eeewww. lucky its fainting now. hope it WILL be better after 3 days.

hmmm. ive been limping throughout my days in nj liao. they must think im weird or something. hope not. so now im in a class with only 5 guys. quite sad actually, a bit no life in the class. dont really click well with the rest of the class except for a few. this just feels weird loh. maybe sort of like in sec 1 and 2. when i was a freshman. plain weird because i practically can run anywhere in class when i was in 403 lah. and even in 08s13 in jj i anyhow squeeze in with the guys when eating. now it just seems weird that i cant fit anymore. the transition is quite big.

so sad. 1 ponned 2 chem make up lectures. hope i can really selff study. been doing that for maths. havent really seen what results that will yield. tomorrow i shall begin to mug. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-4016615722652817094?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/4016615722652817094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=4016615722652817094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/4016615722652817094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/4016615722652817094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2008/02/mugger.html' title='mugger'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-5123889358025705569</id><published>2007-12-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:51:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOL! Blogger made me feel so stupid. Editted some parts of the blog. I clicked the 'save template' button before I previewed it. Panic! It would probably have been nothing because I didn't change the so-called &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; HTML part of the 'whole HTML'. And so, I clicked the 'Preview' button to find... the blog totally screwed. Text was all over the place. The spaces allotted for each section wasn't taken into consideration AT ALL. It was just spilling all over the place. Blog on top of introduction, blog posts overflowing to the bottom of the page. TOTAL DISASTER! I was like '(O.o)' and that wasn't a look of surprise. It was one of horror. Utter horror. So I thought Mozilla was playing me again. I went and opened Internet Explorer. SAME  PROBLEM! Goodness me! Went to My Computer to try to search for my current blogskin HTML. Clever me didn't save it the last time. And this time, there wasn't any 'Publish' button we needed to click in order for the saved changes to be displayed. Nuh-uh, not like last time. Anyway, I resigned to fate. I went to my blog via Mozilla again. The blogspot address, mind you. And there it is, perfectly in order! Just to make sure that Mozilla wasn't lagging on me again, I switched to IE. And THERE IT IS AGAIN! Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was stupid. ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-5123889358025705569?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5123889358025705569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=5123889358025705569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5123889358025705569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/5123889358025705569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2007/12/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-601587406175090108</id><published>2007-08-04T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:15:51.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>its a wonder sometimes when your friends dont know what you think about something. i just hide too much i guess. wonder if i'll burst someday. links are made from one person to another. I dont know why. i dont really think anyone will know what i mean and who i mean. everyday i will see that person and that persons friends will just be trying to link that person to another. isnt it normal to talk to a person? so what if the person is of opposite gender? our class is just like that. or rather, our class guys are just like that. youre lucky that you chanced upon this blog. its no big show that i have this blog. its not supposed to be seen by just anybody. but ironically, someone surfing on blogger might see this but a classmate wouldn't be able to do so easily. sometimes i just feel tired of something that i have to post it here. sometimes i have happy news, sometimes i have sad ones. im especially angry at some teacher who spewed nonsense to a classmate's parents. she just exaggerated about what kind of trouble my classmate was in. the problem is, half the school is in that kind of 'trouble'. what with not tucking in their shirts and eating outside of the canteen. eating outside the canteen... if its not allowed, does that mean that we can't consume food outside of school? im not saying that its not partly my friend's fault. but that the teacher doesnt need to exaggerate and blow things out of proportion. i hope my friend's okay. seems fine the next day. i hope thats not only apparent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-601587406175090108?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/601587406175090108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=601587406175090108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/601587406175090108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/601587406175090108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2007/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-115739041763049317</id><published>2006-09-05T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:14:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia trip</title><content type='html'>Whoot~! The Malaysia trip was great! Had lots of fun with all my friends. The bigger part of the reason was because it was with people with the cca. We've been together for 3 years now. We aren't alien to each other and most importantly, we don't stay in cliques. We are a big clique ourselves. We walk together on the streets. We have a gender mixture.

To start off, we assembled in school at around 6. Jiacheng was of course late. He only arrived when we were filling up the white immigration forms. The girls took an average of two cards each. Then, we were still separated guys-girls wise. Jiacheng was punished to carry the first aid box for the whole trip. We boarded the bus and passed the customs at around 7.30am. The second bus was shiok, man. It was a 25+ seater bus that was like grassland express. The tour guide said that we could sleep if we wanted to so even as he was talking, a lot of us fell asleep. The bus was just too comfortable. We arrived at the place for our breakfast. I spotted a 7-eleven and i regret not buying Pringles there because I later found out that the minimart at our hotel sold it at 7.50RM compared to the 2.50RM at that store. Anyway, we ate and continued on the journey. We continued to sleep and someone requested for the tour guide to play DVDs. The guys at the back of the bus, directly behind me and Stella's seats, stayed up to watch the NC-16 movie. Yes, NC-16. We were rudely awakened by the guys' hootings. obviously, the movie had reached its NC-16 part. Anyway, the girls woke up and watched the movie until our next comfort stop. Then we continued with our journey. We arrived at some place where we saw something like an estate of mansions. We ate at the restaurant next to it. The girls sat with the officers and we were very cramped as there was an extra seat which none of the waiters bothered to remove. I refuse to comment on the food. Anyway we went on the journey. I believe the next stop was F.R.I.M. Some forest research thing.

There, we climbed up the forest. It was there that I realised I really needed some exercise. But the others were also perspiring like mad when we finally reached the canopy. I believe it was because of the humid air which was caused by the transpiring plants. We got on the canopy walkway, you can imagine how high we climbed. We had to climb some steps in a 'house' to get to the walkway and gosh, the steps were almost 90 degrees to the ground. It was like a ladder instead of stairs. I got on the walkway with the third group. The first step was bad. We proceeded and reached the first tree which could hole 4 people. We continued to the second one. The path to the second tree was terrifying. I was shaking a lot and I had to walk very slowly. I reached the second tree which could accomodate 8 people. I found that I couldn't face the challenge of walking to the 3rd tree. I walked back and found one of my friends crying. Something came over me and I followed her on the bridge BACK to the 2nd tree. I then made my way back to the forest directly. I didn't stop to chat at the first tree. Anli who was behind me was shaking the walkway and even Xingrong asked him not to shake it. We waited for the rest of the people to get back and we made our way back down. This time, the journey wasn't so tiring but it was scarier. Especially for me because I was wearing track shoes that were slippery. I was lucky because I didn't fall. But one of my friends fell, on flat land. We continued UP another path to the nature trail. We were introduced to many different types of plants. It was a pity we didn't get to see the fungus glow. We went to the 'postcard view' which was magnificent. It was also where the 'tongkat ali plant' was. We took photos there and went down. We arrived at a pond where there lived 5 dragonfish, one of which grew  to a great height. I don't remember, but it was definitely huge. We then went to the most relaxing part of FRIM. The slideshow. I brought drinks in which we bought at the souvenir shop. The guy was friendly and we were at the receiving end of a lot of jokes. We did tell him some  jokes too. HE asked us waht we should do if we saw a tiger. Someone said spray tiger repellant. Tiger balm came to mind. Pretty funny what happened there. We set off for... dinner!

Dinner: it was better than lunch. We were at sort of a seafood restaurant. Everything was nice. Except the crab and the vegetable which I didn't have the chance to taste because xinxuan and xiuying grabbed everything they could from that plate. Nobody looked interested in the veggies except them anyway. Back to the crab, it wasn't an easy task trying to get the shell cracked. Especially with a hammer which most Singaporeans don't use for this purpose. The best dish was something that looked like chicken and tasted lilke chicken or pork. Yes... The tour guide walked towards us and asked what we thought that was. He then said it was better not to know. Haha... Sunny asked one of the waitresses what it was and she said she didn't know. She then referred us to another more experienced waiteress. She told us it was... a mantis! Wow... What did we swallow down our throats??? But it turns out to be something like a shrimp. Whew~! That was a relief. We got on the bus to the fireflies watch.

The fireflies were flying around the trees making them look like christmas trees. But too bad civilisation has made them decrease in numbers. But never mind, I shall continue. We got our life jackets and found out that they were for children. Yes, children. That's why it was so small! Well we changed to the adult life jackets and walked on the bridge to the sampans. The way down to the sampans was slippery and I almost fell. Yes. We got on the boat and I was forced to sit in the front row AFTER I was about to sit in the second row. I got next to jieheng who was beside ms lim. The trip was quiet and slow. We saw many christmas trees (fireflies on the trees). The trip was long and we weren't supposed to disturb the fireflies. But we also did talk and chatted because it was a long way back to the shore. We then went to the souvenir shop where there was a lot of cats. One was sitting on a car that still had a hot engine. It was right in front of the windscreen. JinXing was playing with it while we entered the shop. I think he was still playing with it when we came out. I wanted to play with it but I didn't want to go find the toilet to wash my hands. But I caught sight of another cat which I had seen before the fireflies. It was a cute siamese! But when I went there, it had crawled away and I saw another one which was black with white patches. It was so friendly that when I called it, it came towards me! Gosh! I couldn't resist touching it. Luckily the toilet was just where the cat was. So I played with it and when me and Ginseng went on the bus, stella didn't allow us to go near her even though I was sitting next to her and ginseng was sitting behind me. We were then finally travelling towards the hotel. Grand Seasons Hotel! It was a long trip. Jerome took out his ipod and blasted music but the music was occasionally cut off because of the lack of battery power. We were singing along to all the songs we knew and there was this song 'Graduation'. It was such a sad song that it somehow changed the mood. But we were still singing to it. We were about to reach the hotel when we found out that the car following us lost its was. We had to go one big round to find them and take them to the hotel. I wonder if it was mr see or mr liu who was driving. We took a group photo and went up to rest. Sort of. Our rooms were on the 29th floor. It was wonderful. Sort of like most of the better hotels I've been in. The first thing I touched inside the hotel was the computer. But it was not functioning. Lucky for me because we found out that it was chargeable. We washed up and went down to the minimart which sold things at astronomical prices. One can of pringles was priced at 7.50RM in contrast to what was sold at 7-eleven. We weren't allowed to go out of the hotel and so we ventured to the snooker room where they still served meals. Us girls couldn't stand the fumes that were coming our of smokers' mouths and decided to leave. We took some photos and went up. We went to Jieheng and Jerome's room and played cards. We even resorted to playing memory game when we got tired of Big2. The room next door was playing UNO and they managed to disturb all of us. They finally decided to sleep and it was more peaceful. It was 2am then. The rest of the party went to me and stella's room to continue playing until 4am. At 4am, there was still anli, xinrong, sunny, wanyi, ken, jerome, stella, me and chenyu.

Anyway, we woke up in the morning (me at 6.30am because I was freezing) at 7am. Well, for the others it was more like 7.20 because they couldn't wake up. Me, I was jumping around not because I was feeling enthusiastic but because I was trying to create some warmth. Chenyu woke up and got back to her designated room. Then Stella and Wanyi woke up. We got ready for breakfast and stella and the others disappeared and I went down with Ginseng and Letts. There was a queue and the first thing I saw that was edible was (yuck!) rice! Gosh! Why would I in the right frame of mind eat rice in a hotel breakfast? But I still took it because the next dish was also from nasi lemak. Then I saw noodles... Very funny joke. I walked to the far end and saw cereal! Yes! I put my plate on our table and went back to get cereal. That was the only thing I could get in my stomach that morning. I left a lot of rice and noodles uneaten even after I drank the guava juice that was supposed to be an appetiser. In the end, I had no choice but to eat cereal, not that it was that bad. I ate 4 bowls and left with a contented stomach. But before we left, the guys did some idiotic things. They challenged each other to finish bowls after bowls of cereal and the loser had to drink an additional bowl of milk (that sometimes had people's finger dipped into it). They ended up eating around 5 bowls of cereal.

We went up and played and packed and went down for our shopping trip. I started out enthusiastic about that but when I went back, I was *angry*. But at least my anger was eased off. I was following Zhixin and Wanyi. Then Xiuying, xinxuan, and chenyu joined us. XX pulled chenyu down and I followed because I didn't want to try out clothes. I was there for shoes. xx complained that she was tired and wanted to go to coffee bean to rest. Me, I wanted to look for the rest of the girls and Chenyu went off in front of me when xx refused to budge. She went so fastt that when I turned to look at what xx was pointing at, she was gone. I couldn't find her and we saw stella and her aunt. xx followed them and I was forced to tag along as I didn't have a means of communication then. We reached the second floor and that was when they decided to go down. I didn't want to leave without chenyu and I stayed behind (partly also because I wanted to catch the rest of the girls). Nobody cared! They just walked on down. They walked a big round before I spotted them and joined them again. They settled at coffee bean and chenyu joined us. We walked back to Times Square and me and chenyu got separated fromm stella, her aunt and xx again. But never mind, me and chenyu went around the shopping centre and enjoyed ourselves more than when we were at sungei wang. Even though we didn't buy anything, window shopping was nice too. We met the others and found that some of the guys bought more things than us (we didn't buy anything anyway).

We went to restaurant where nobody had an appetite at our table. Ken simply didn't eat anything. Interesting fact, Ken and Chenyu look alike. They look like siblings! It was sad that we didn't take any pictures of them together. We also celebrated mrs lee's birthday which was supposed to be the next day. We bought a cake and the teachers bought a watch.

We then went on to a famosa, christ church, st paul's hill and studhuys. It was tiring but not as tiring as the forest trek. After that, we went to Tan Kim Hock local products. We had the durian chendol which had durian that tasted sour. Maybe it was my tastebuds as others didn't look like they were affected. I didn't plan to buy anything there as someone told me that the prices there were astronomical. However, I received a call earlier and my mom asked my what I got her. That made me decide to buy something. I chose durian cake and began to walk around. I saw a lot of stuff that looked good. In the end, I bought back durian cake, sasame [something] (it was real nice), some biscuit with honey peanuts on them(real nice too), and some [don't know what it was called but I later found out that it was sold in Singapore too]. I also bought a packet of popping candy which I ate in the bus. Some were left for the ants. We watched the replay of pirates on the way back. It was the way back to Singapore.

We reached the Malaysia Customs and were informed that it was advisable not to go to the toilet there by the tour guide. Anli couldn't hold and had to go. But in the end, we still  made record time and the tour guide told us we broke the record of passing the customs. we cleared it under 1minute. I didn't believe him. I didn't believe anli could come out so quickly. Haha. Anyway, we were caught in a really bad jam that only happens to tour buses. We played a game of UNO and it was amazing that we couldn't finish the game before we reached the customs. We were checked and finally had a chance to go to the toilet. We went back to school and dropped off some people. The bus uncle agreed to drive us to central and that was where we had our dinner cum supper. It was 11pm when we reached. I called my dad and he picked me up at Mac where I was still eating.

~End of Story~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-115739041763049317?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/115739041763049317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=115739041763049317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/115739041763049317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/115739041763049317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2006/09/malaysia-trip.html' title='Malaysia trip'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-115547158924247459</id><published>2006-08-13T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:19:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This monstrosity</title><content type='html'>This monstrosity we call a teacher is getting on my nerves. I can't seem to shake it off. Once I open my chemistry book, I think of her. When I usually study, I tend to feel very sleepy. Now, when I study chemistry, I just feel restless. I walk out of the room like a zombie and I FEEL like one at that. I went to the kitchen and didn't know why I went there. There wasn't anything for me to eat to de-stress.

It all began last friday. SHE went around taking our wallets because our files were not done properly. Okay... but she severely hurt the pride of one of my friends. What did she do I didn't know exactly. But I did hear something about taking away her rank. Doesn't she know that there is absolutely nothing in relation with your school work and your CCA rank?

After school we went to find her to get our files, to know what was wrong with them. Huishan had her file done and went to her. SHE refused her file and told her to wait for everybody to finish before she could go as she had cut the queue. However, there was no queue. She expected huishan to wait for everybody to finish before going home, before she could even present her file to HER. Then she wanted us to check the files of another class for her. She claimed that we made her do extra work for us, she would have to make us do extra work for her. Seeing the pile of files that was in front of us, I suspect that she didn't even check the files for us. Was marking corrections extra work? Does she even know what was required for teachers? Putting aside the requirements, does she even know what teachers were expected to do? Shouldn't she be taking lessons from our geog teacher? Heck, and I didn't even know she pinned up the content page on the notice board for us to copy. And there she says I give her extra work to do.

Anyway, I finished my share of the files and went to her, politely. Me and another girl went in after her to get our belongings. She got out the box which had scotch tape marks. She said that we should only get our belongings back when everyonoe was done. 'See, once i tear this, the box is spoiled already.' I was thinking, never mind, I could come back later to get my stuff because I was supposed to have NP which was later cancelled. That was lucky because knowing her, she would think of me as a defiant student and would not let me have my belongings until after the last person was done, which was after 7pm. That's what's wrong with her, her pride. In the classroom that day, she scolded a girl for using her phone. She made her cry. Yes, she did that, but she didn't even look a bit sorry for that. That girl was the same girl I went in the staff room with. SHE began lecturing BOTH of us in the staff room about using our phones in class. She opened her eyes as if they could shoot daggers at us. She looked at her, then she looked at me, then she looked at her again. This carried on for quite a while. When we finally got back our belongings, she asked us to show her those were ours. She found out who I was. Then she said slowly, 'Wei Qi ah... Your chemistry is not very good ah...' I looked down. Yes, I looked down. Was I supposed to retaliate that I only didn't do well for chemical calculations and keep my friend back too? That wouldn't be a very nice thing to do. For all I know, she might be in a hurry to get home. So I did what I had to do. Which was not very nice for me but was right.

After that last statement, we went out of the staff room. Someone was still standing there. She stood up to HER just now and was made to stand there non-productively. I forgot what she said but SHE just didn't want to tolerate students who could not stand her methods. It's a two-way thing. She just could not tolerate with the fact that she could be wrong. Take for example all the things that she has done to her students. She reprimanded us for being late. She reprimanded another class for not knowing they had practical that day and for goiong down late at that. Yet another class was punished by her for not bringing their books. She did not give chances. What she claimed was chances was what other teachers consider as necessities when they themselves were at fault. So in other words, her mistakes were our chances. She shows no compassion. When she talks to us, she intimidates us. She makes us feel like we are a bunch of people that are not at her standard. She uses her 'dagger shooting' eyes to her advantage. That is her tool and she doesn't hesitate to operate it 24/7. However, her downfall would be her pride. She doesn't take no for answers. What she does has to be right. She holds to her so-called honour. She doesn't give leeways to students when they do something she doesn't want done. Just because she made a rule on the first lesson, we have to comprehend and abide by it. She doesn't even keep to the rules sometimes. She always says she was held up, but when our teachers release us late for her lesson, she would 'confront' them. She thinks that by standing firmly by her rules, she is full of principle and would be honourable. Well honour is not gained by that. An honourable person is someone who is respected. She doesn't have her students' respect, that I can safely say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-115547158924247459?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/115547158924247459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=115547158924247459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/115547158924247459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/115547158924247459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-monstrosity.html' title='This monstrosity'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-115505925299828290</id><published>2006-08-09T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:47:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamped, Refurbished!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I neglected my homework to refurbish this. Currently, I still have around 60 questions left for my TYS. This is bad... Seriously bad... Nevertheless, I shall not give up the fight against homework. I even stayed home today instead of accompanying them to the fireworks display, but that was because I was so exhausted that I didn't even feel like waking up to watch TV. And here I am in the wee hours of the morning typing relentlessly. Heck! I just realised I've been listening to the same song for the past half hour! I really wonder how I'm going to memorise facts and songs for common test and the upcoming ATC.

Just recently, a chinese phrase has popped up into my head. San1 fen1 zhong1 re4 du4. This phrase has indeed made me realise just how it is applicable to me. I realised that I haven't been helping out in the ORD proposal after they've cancelled the FDC, although I don't really think that's a factor in this dismissed thought from my head. Then there comes the recently received maths sums. I was really into doing the sums the day before. However, ever since I finished drawing (and re-drawing by accident) the graphs, I don't feel like continuing with it anymore. Maybe I should gone for the fireworks display... Nahhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-115505925299828290?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/115505925299828290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=115505925299828290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/115505925299828290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/115505925299828290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2006/08/revamped-refurbished.html' title='Revamped, Refurbished!'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-114206639608234171</id><published>2006-03-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:39:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>Hm. Now what? I've nothing to do. Or rather, I have a pile of work waiting for me but I don't want to get it over and done with. My work has been slacking. I really shouldn't put the word 'procratinator' in my msn nick. It's influencing me even more. That is especially bad with me being in 303. The people in my class are all pros. Thus,  being in this class has its cons. What I find disturbing is that most of our teachers haven't 'unleashed their full potential' yet. Our form teacher has made a name of herself not just in our class. People have been complaining that a Bio teacher shouldn't be teaching Physics at the same time. Well, I gotta say I'm lucky she does not have the qualifications to teach us Physics. Otherwise both my Bio and Physics standards will drop like my Bio now. The only subjects I'm willing to think about is my Physics and Social Studies. My primary school teacher will probably kill me if she found out that i barely passed my English common test. Maybe BLim will too. I can't wait till Mrs Sing's maternity leave is up, not that I'm a sadist or anything. It's for the good of everyone in my class. English lessons are no longer an appeal to me. Neither is Maths even though we've got, I consider, the best Maths teacher in my school. Lessons now are a bore. At the beginning of the year, I had changed my view on Chinese. Chinese lessons was interesting then. Now, it's just a period where we sit and the lessons keep transforming themselves. Our trainee teacher is the third teacher who 'scolded' me in my life in this high school. First is my sec 1 form teacher, then it's Surin. After that, it's her. I Do take notes. It's just that my notes need to  be reviewed before I fully understand what it means. And the meanings are written in the kind of Chinese that i do NOT understand at all. The way i translate them to english is simply crappy. In the end, I can't  re-translate them to chinese. I hate this feeling. I feel inferior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-114206639608234171?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/114206639608234171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=114206639608234171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/114206639608234171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/114206639608234171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-113318929569122575</id><published>2005-11-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:48:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The jury has decided: my kid cousin is annoying. Know why i feel so good at camp? I didn't have to see my cousin who's putting up at my humble. Even though we have been punished to run around the parade square after PT for 8 times while carrying the flag, running form NP room to GO, doing 50 pumpings, and doing 50 jumping jacks, I am content with just not having to listen to her voice, begging for me to let her use the computer and acting smart.
When she plays the Sims, she keeps asking me whether I have seen the objects in the game. I mean, I was the one who downloaded the objects! What was more, she kept asking and asking. When i said yes, she asked if I had seen another. What was the matter with her? Can't she just give up?
When she plays MapleStory, she keeps asking me to help her delete her characters, I refuse. When i finally agree to it, I make her feel guilty because it is such a tedious job. She forgets her passwords for maple, hotmail and asiasoft. I had to retrieve her passwords for so many times. I wasn't born to do such things!
When i came back from camp and were alone, she told me that the snowboard drops were over when i already knew. She then told me that there was a patch which I ALSO already knew. I have given up letting her play the computer.

Now... To the happy stuff... No wait, there's no happy stuff! None for now, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-113318929569122575?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113318929569122575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=113318929569122575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/113318929569122575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/113318929569122575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/11/jury-has-decided-my-kid-cousin-is_28.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-112817549899013126</id><published>2005-10-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:04:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are totally ruining my life! I was happy with my life when I came in to NH. However, I now found friend who were even more naive than those in primary school. Just because i talk to a guy, they claim that I am flirting with him. They spread rumours about me and him. Friday, one of them actually called him when he passed by and asked if he liked me loudly. It was so loud that the people in the classroom all heard. Most of them were guys even. There was even one from another class in NP! I was utterly shocked and humiliated. I threatened to throw her bag down to the second floor. I asked her if she had forgotten that i gave her the cookie to keep her quiet. She dared say that a cookie could not supress her. She was beggingfor me to return her her bag then. I asked her to swear that she would never ever talk about anything that would harm me in any way at all. I returned her bag. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-112817549899013126?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/112817549899013126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=112817549899013126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/112817549899013126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/112817549899013126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-are-totally-ruining-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-112765056402981817</id><published>2005-09-25T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:16:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to get good results for my streaming this year, so I'm sitting here typing in my blog. Don't get me wrong. It's not sarcastic language. I really do think that writing helps improve my language skills. Sadly, it's not in the correct language. I need help for chinese. Then I ask myself, Does it matter what language it is in? I'm crapping anyway. I tell myself. It doesn't really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-112765056402981817?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/112765056402981817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=112765056402981817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/112765056402981817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/112765056402981817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-to-get-good-results-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-111979504272568461</id><published>2005-06-26T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:32:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame</title><content type='html'>im doing this here thing as i cant get to maplesea. it is lame. well i just came back from camp some 2 days ago. camp was slack. first day, we had 30minutes to pack lunch and dinner for camp at changi. mad. we hiked a long way and top speed to the NPCC campsite. there, we had to eat lunch and get separated into groups. me, felicia, jie heng and edmund were in the same group. we had to separate again when we had to pitch the tents. they wanted use to find 5 people from different schools and we ended up pitching  tents we were not sleeping in. the people i was working with had no idea how to pitch tents or split work. me and another girl from new town did most of the work. i ended up with 2 blisters from pegging. burst one. the hurting lasted throughout camp. the tent a pitched was the worse tent in the sense that it was in the worst position in the whole campsite. it was the nearest to the trees and thus, resulted in a lot of insects. i was lucky that i did not have to sleep there throughout the camp. after we had our dinner, we were split into our tents in groups this time. i finally had someone i knew in the tent. that night before bed, there was a treasure hunt. we found a loaf of bread. that was the only clue we solved. the other teams that found all the clues harly got anything. we then had our shower which we had to wait a long time for as a lot of people were missing. i thought for sure tht we were going to get punished for it. however, we didnt. i then realised that either the ATC standard has dropped or they were just lying tht ATC was tough. all through the night we could not sleep. a lot of people were chatting. moreover, in the middle of the night, there was music playing! man... plus we heard the boys getting scolded. the instructors were mad.
   the second morning, we did not have PT. think that was because a lot of people were praying for rain. well it rained at 5+ when we were supposed to have PT. having to activate wet weather, we rushed to the canteen at 5.30am. which was 1/2 hour early. seeing that its was raining, the instructors asked us to go back to sleep and fall in at 7. that is cool. so we spent the morning having breakfast and after that, having our ATF. i forgot what it meant. we had the mini ropes course. simin and zhixin were the best at that. zhixin made it across everything quickly while simin sort of shook her way there without any support. now that's what's being cool. after that was the maze. some sortof maze. we had to really (not just practically) feel our way around. it was so dark that closing your eyes would make no difference except that it would make your eyes more comfortable. after the dark maze, there was a shooting game. it was pretty lame. teamwork, communication and cooperation. ha. well we went back for lunch, late as usual. it wasnt our fault that we were group 9 and were released last. well we certainly did not have time to cook. all i had was a can of sardine and a fruit bar. that was pretty pathetic. well we then had out survival course. it was boring but enriching. we learnt a lot of things there. things like not panicking, improvising and observing. we learnt how to make traps and get water. later, we went to the beach and were made to cook coconut rice and orange egg. we  aso had to make some paisha thing which was a shade. our group's shade was the best. however, the coconut rice was not cooked as the guys were to lazy to dig out the flesh. the orange  egg had a hole in the first orange and thus we had to get a second one. the second was burnt and we had to get it out of the fire. in the end, we dropped it. it became sandy-side-up-orange-egg. we went back to the campsite where we had our pioneering. we had to make a diagonal lashing and a square lashing. felicia was taking me too seriously. i think she was fed up with me. she looked like she thought that i was a know-it-all. when i offered to help, she looked like she didnt want my help and thought that i thought she was inferior. tht was pretty stupid. anyway, later we had to make a catapult. our catapult could not stand but due to the complicated catapults of group 7 and 8, our team won with a covered distance of  2m. group 7 threw 2 balls of twine and gorup 8 threw the twine backwards. we then went for our shower at the dorms. where the teachers were staying. we were the first ones in. we got ready for campfire. we were lucky that we did not have to perform tht night. edmund, jieheng, me and felicia were sitting together. before campfire, jieheng told me that he would have killed darrin if he went to the camp. he wanted to sit next to a CHIJ girl at the SANA course but darrin had got to the seat first. better luck next time jieheng. and wasnt wanyi enough? whatever. at the campfire, i forgot a lot of songs. jieheng next to me was like singing with recognition to every song. and some idiot was telling idian jokes when an indian guy was sitting in front. sure he was funny, but he was loud too. we were sure lucky the instructors didnt come up and scold up. the ubin wave was funny. at our section, the screams were low moans while at the middle sections, it was high pitched and the people were really screaming. the performances were funny. especially the 'i ask my love' where they acted it out and the 'when you're happy and you know it' they changed the actions. then we had the friendship dance. i kept stepping on people's toes. sorry.
    the next morning, PT was cancelled gain due to rain. woohoo. we were lucky. we were suppossed to fall in at 6am and it rained at 5.50+am. that was really sheer luck. we had breakfst in the canteen. then a really cadet-looking mdm (hey, she had plaits) asked us to gather all the messtins and stoves and solid fuels. we lost some messtins and stoves. we were expecting punishments but there were none. the instructirs just helped find the missing items. we had to fall in after the rain and it was really hot. the groups in front did not want to sit down as the ground was wet. however, our group sat and it was refreshing. we were sitting on the cold ground in the hot sun. we had to wash the tent sheets. fortunately, it rained again and we were stranded in the building away from the canteen. we did not have to wash the stuff. the instructors were sleeping there and we dared to sleep while the others were busy washing the things. we then had to wipe the sheets dry and then we got to fall in again. kaisiang was awarded best male camper for sec 3. after that, we fell in in units and had to trek back to the jetty. we got to board the boat first as ACS(I) sort of fell out with their NCOs. too bad huh. it was such a long queue we jumped. well we got back to the jetty of the island of singapore. i was the first to attempt to get down fromm the boat this time. i was so darn scared that i would fall into the water. well all those people who were disappointed, too bad for you, i didn't. we had to have our belongings checked like when we are flying overseas. then we had to go up and fall in in the rain. when they were happy, we went back to shelter. that was when i saw wendy and junling in windbreakers. that was also when i knew that they were sick. that was what the NCOs got for making us walk back in the rain. rain, not drizzle. 
    a lot of people fell asleep in the bus, including me. i kept having to refrain myself, or rather my head, from knocking into xiuying who was beside me. i woke myself up when i almost bumped into her and she was staring at me. i felt pretty stupid. and glad that i wasn't sitting next to a guy. i have to apologise to xiuying for bruising her head with my wooden pole. i'll try not to next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-111979504272568461?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/111979504272568461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=111979504272568461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111979504272568461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111979504272568461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/06/lame.html' title='lame'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-111691988121675254</id><published>2005-05-24T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:31:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have absolutely nothing to post about... urgh... well a good friend cum class chairman is gone now... wish we could go to the airport tomorrow to send him off... pon lesson... pon NP... nice... but we were really upset when he left... amber cried... not using him you know... anyway... if anyone reads this... please send your regards to jui chih... he's flying off tomorrow... and good luck too for my cousin who's taking his o levels this year... since my sciece test is over, i needn't worry about a thing... so i can give him all the good luck... ha... not all... im a selfish kid... yea thats me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-111691988121675254?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/111691988121675254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=111691988121675254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111691988121675254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111691988121675254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-absolutely-nothing-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-111608729331352987</id><published>2005-05-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:20:42.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no idea</title><content type='html'>i have no idea... neither do you... until i tell you what i have no idea about... that is... what i dont understand is why UNoHu keeps trying to provoke our form teacher... its not that i like her... sure... she can be unreasonable at time... however... i think that UNoHu is simply trying to show off that she does not like ms wong... she keeps saying that ms wong is biased... if she is indeed biased, she would be towards the girls instead of the boys as she, herself, is a female... waht crap is UNoHu trying to be? she keeps trying to turn the class against ms wong... and what a reporter... she refused to let someone else write about the depression rate of the class... even when the person is right, she refused... how selfish is that...? plus... that column was supposed to be used to write homework! now, she has dedicated the whole column to her stupid, selfish need to satisfy her hunger to be a reporter... she keeps trying to put others down... show that they are inferior to her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-111608729331352987?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/111608729331352987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=111608729331352987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111608729331352987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111608729331352987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-no-idea.html' title='i have no idea'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-111495850123634481</id><published>2005-05-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:41:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promotion test</title><content type='html'>Well... Promotion test was really pathetic actually. San San and Mun Fong were our testers... With Mun Fong, we would score better. But with San San, we would score ridiculously low. Sir was more relaxed. More laid-backed. He would also be more lenient. Mam was strict and serious. All that with the high expectations thing. A Replica of Melisa? Sure, it's not who your tester is that will affect your performance. Well you got that wrong for sure. Mam just being there would make you feel nervous. The slightest mistake and you get booked for it. She just has a sort of way of making people feel nervous. She said that the whole squad's performance was not up to standard. Well of course it wasn't! With you there it wouldn't be in a million years! She said that the Privates were especially bad. At least we LCPs would relax a little. However, i thought that the squad's drills were at least 3rd class standard now, what with all the solid bangs. But noooooo... Some said I would pass CPL test. However, i don't have the 3rd class drill badge required to pass. And I wouldn't be able to get it this year, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-111495850123634481?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/111495850123634481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=111495850123634481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111495850123634481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111495850123634481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/05/promotion-test.html' title='promotion test'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-111116081627333449</id><published>2005-03-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:49:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays huh</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Actually the holidays has already almost flown into non-existance... not like it was existant before. So here i am posting with a... few months?... gap from my last post. I figured I'm not gonna finish posting about my trip to US so I'm gonna leave it at that. Yep. So i could have been doing my homework now but nooooo... Instead, i'm typing at my computer. Nice. Real nice. so i've only got my pile of homework left. No big. and i've got until tomorrow to finish it. Great. And I can't go to the movies with my old friends. So darn fine. So i can't see my old friends anymore. Mind you, they ARE my friends, not just acquiantances. Well, most of them anyway.
  Well... Back to me and my homework... I WOULD have been faser in getting my work doen if i had the thing to start it off with. However, the thing I had in mind was missing. Missing a few pages to be exact. Ok, ok... A lot of pages were missing! 33 pages. Well that's nice. So now i have to go to the bookshop and complain about the book. I hate complaining. It brings the otherwise happy world to a hatred-filled world. The Aunty will probably hate me for complaining about the book. The students in line after me will probably hate me for holding the line up. I will most certainly hate myself for complaining and causing so much hatred in the already hatred-filled place.
  I feel so depressed. I have work undone. I can't find anything to do except watch Ranma and i feel that i'm wasting my time if I'm watching something. At least if I'm playing, I would at least have a goal. I spent too much time watching Ranma 1/2 today anyway. It's like no end to watching it. Don't get me wrong. Ranma 1/2 isn't something i watch when I'm bored. It's a passion. Well, almost. Inuyasha on the other hand is something i watch when I'm really bored or if i have guests who want to watch it. But I'm not gonna watch the first episode of Inuyasha anymore. 2 times is enough. same for Ranma 1/2. I just don't like the repeat of 1st episodes. They sort of drive you crazy. Especially when they keep repeating the facts in the whole entire series. 
  Charmaine is driving me crazy witih her W-inds obsession. I was obsessed with Ranma 1/2 and Inuyasha. Now I'm rather obsessed with Fullmetal Alchemist. It's not those obsession that you keep asking your friends to listen to their music, or read their manga in this case. It's nice to be in something together. Like obsessing a certain anime or band together. It has the feeling of togetherness. It  brings peopole closer. However, if only you take the interest and others pretend to like it, they won't like it when you keep ranting on about it. You should see their faces. It is selfish to make them sit through your incessant rants. You shouldn't be selfish. Like when someone falls, you should help them up. If they managed to sprain their ankle on that fall, you should know that thgey can't stand and if you've had experience with ankle sprains, you should be the one to support them physically to the sickbay or home. If you don't know anything about it, you should let an experienced person do the job. If nobody has had experience, put yourself in the casualty's shoes literally and think how you would want someone to help you. The basic thing is to get the person's legs straightened and hold it to a suitable height away from the ground. If you are just taking someone's injury as an excuse to walk back with the casualty, you are way selfish.
  Well... I almost completed a book this morning. Almost because it turns out that the book had a lot of pages missing. Argh! Pages missing again. 
  So I've noticed that I have the ability to rattle on and on. Just not verbally. I can write or type something and end up with something completely different. I've just had too much experiences. And they say you are not experienced enough. I wonder how much I would experience when i grow up. I've met a lot of different people along the way. I've met people who did not let anyone have a chance and would not let me off a 1hour maths remedial to go to a NPCC course where only 20 people could go and I was one of them. Those are people who are not sympathetic, Mr Tan. There are people who are blur and make people frustrated with them, Charmaine. They say they want something lent to them and they forget ever asking for it the next day. There are people who are so cynical that they have to comment on everything they see, Jolin. They give sarcastic remarks whenever someone talks to them. There are people who act all lost-puppy in front of sympathetic people, Joyce. They want people to think that they are pitiful and in turn let them have everything. Then there are people who likes to criticise people when they've only done 1 thing wrong or offended him or her, me. However, the world isn't such a hopeless place. There are people who try to understand everything, Yi Ling. They listen to you and share their thoughts with you. They never talk bad about anyone even when you push them to. Even when they don't understand something, they force themselves to understand and put themselves in your shoes. There are people with exceptional memory and put it to good use. They remember what you say and do something for you. They remember that you like a certain band when they've only heard it once and when they come across something with the band on it, they buy it for your birthday present. They wouldn't say anything about the person you dislike in front of you. There are responsible people who does all the unfinished work before the deadline. They work all night just for the team and they manage to escape the wrath of the teacher or boss. There are people who shift all the blame to others. They get into a fight and when someone catches them, they say that the other party started it and make up lies that they were only trying to defend themselves. The rubbish people utter. If there were no lies, the world would be a more peaceful place. However, life would be a daily routine. Sure, there'd be no crimes, but poeple would be put in detention more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-111116081627333449?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/111116081627333449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=111116081627333449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111116081627333449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/111116081627333449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/03/holidays-huh.html' title='holidays huh'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110571606222183598</id><published>2005-01-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:21:02.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking abt US (SFO)</title><content type='html'>well... some of you know i went to the US for holiday... want to post... haha... so a lot of jet lag... but i dont think its jetlag leh... i only keep staring at the dinner beacuse i was VERY bored then... no one talks to me (i dont expect anyone to anyway... i would rather they don't) and my dad has to make up such a silly excuse as that i was having jetlag... that made me feel ever so weak... he was the one having jetlag... not me... ok... enough of the jet business... i feel disappointed on that trip... we had brazillian food on the first day... ok... not bad... at least it's south american food... ok... so we went to chinatown of san franisco on the second day... and surprise surprise... we had chinese food! 'hooray'... ok... never mind that... ya well... before that... we went to some ghiradelli square... says they make chocolates there... i actually saw a mustard factory... haha... couldn't have tour as it was thanksgiving... darn? anyway... if you havent noticed, we went to chinatown... ok... well saw a cd shop having a sale... a lot of ppl there... bustling... saw a lot of cds and vcds of anime... but no inuyasha... urgh... saw samurai x and wanted to buy... whole set... but too expensive considering it was shopping in US after all... saw posters of pokemon and clamp detectives and ranma... but left with the 'ugly' ones... so didn't buy... so we then went to the golden gate... pretty boring... it was still afternoon... didn't get on the bridge... took a lot of pictures and clips from the place opposite... a lot of ppl there too... saw the rock (alcatraz)... well... then we went to dad's friend(uncle daniel)'s house to have thanksgiving dinner... saw a REALLY... fat cat... haha... it was cute... but fierce... the dinner was darn bad... it was actually seafood steamboat cum turkey... i have no idea how they can finish a whole turkey with a seafood meal... if you know me well, you would know that i hate seafood... and the turkey tasted terrible... well... i fell asleep on the ride home... ok... day 2... went to downtown SFO... looked around fro viz communications for ranma... found the building but saw that the thing looked closed down... lots of gangsters... well... we went to niketown... darn place... considering the fact that i was wearing an adidas sweater... ok... got lost downtown... just because my dad thought that the person who directed us gave us the wrong address and decided to look at the map himself... believe me, i was fuming... because he kept scolding vulgarities at the person to me... believe me, i don't like ppl who keeps scolding vulgarities at someone who did nothing wrong... i felt we were on the right track... i told my dad... yes... but did he listen? noooooooooo... welll ok... we got the uncle to fetch us again... brought us to japan town and i saw kinokuniya... went in and saw inuyasha collectors guide thingie... bought that... actually saw the 3rd movie in the store... costs a bomb... $68.80 USD... ha... when i went back later, it was gone... i couldn't believe that someone would buy that for the amount they charge... well we had japanese buffet... (asian again) and went back... 3rd day... went for tour of SFO... saw coit tower, lombard street, the rock and all the high lows of SFO... believe me... it was really high lows... the streets were going up and down... i was almost scared half to death... well... we went back to golden gate again and this time we got on the bridge... learnt the history... well... we went to the same house again... saw the cat... same size... (thank goodness) and finally went to have a decent american meal... steak... House of Prime Ribs... they call that... had to wait in line... we waited and waited... i was falling asleep on the couch... finally someone went to check... seemed like they made a mistake and skipped us... darn them... well... the ribs was delicious... but the serving was too large... they had doggy bag service but my dad refused... that was stupid... we could have had it for breakfast... well... 4th day... were supposed to be driving to LA then... but dad's friend fell sick... so had to go to chinatown of all places to look for a bus that goes to LA... they had to find a vietnamese bus... well... whatever... we went to fisherman's wharf... nice place... had real cool shops... bought my san francisco sweater there... it was warm... at least i wont be shivering that much anymore... well... ate at fast food joint In-N-Out... had the best food ive had since i went to US...  bought the sims 2 prima donna guide in EB games... real thick... 100% colour pages... (like buying a picture book? nah... had as much word as pictures... maybe more...) well... saw a lot of street performances... went to hard rock cafe... bought a bear... haha... add to my collection... and bought a pin too... add to collection again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110571606222183598?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110571606222183598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110571606222183598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110571606222183598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110571606222183598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2005/01/thinking-abt-us-sfo.html' title='thinking abt US (SFO)'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110441721140579900</id><published>2004-12-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T22:33:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob</title><content type='html'>well... we... the spongebob group won the best cheer... fine and dandy... the camp was torture... i found out on the first day that it was a training camp... [ohhh... so that's why they call it ATC... 'cause it's Annual Training Camp... i get it...] well... as you can expect... we didn't live in a hotel... night one was in a classroom on the 3rd storey!!! 3RD STOREY!!! and the second night was in the tents in the field... out in the open... so the first day we had our jungle survival which was a bit slack... lunch was bad... we only had instant noodles to eat... darn that... we then got scolded and had around 5 minutes to clean up and bring all the things back to our bunks... then we continued the jungle survival... slack again... after that we had to go to clementi central for some 'treasure hunt' actually not treasure but heck... waht do they call it otherwise? anyway... we only managed to go to 3 places... that's weak... the finding the things in the supermarket was a killer... after that, we did some things...[i forgot] then we had dinner and went for night walk... darn scary... but that was the first part... when the instructors told us ghost stories... and so... we went to the first station... we sat at the table... kaisiang was beside me... he somehow found the station funny that he was laughing... [the person at the first station was yewseng...] so not very scary... haha... ok... so he laugh... then yewseng also laughed at some point of time... then we all laughed at them... ok... he told the storey and some NCO pretending to be a 'head-hunter' came out... we laughed as he was wearing white shoes... dead giveaway... we moverd to the next station and saw the 'headhunter' and kaisiang ran from the last person to the first... and after we finished the 2nd station, sunny 'fell out' from around the corner and kaisiang practically screamed his head off... that was funny... before we continued from the 3rd station, sunny said that he had never gotten that kind of response from anyone from any other group... and that kaisiang, who claimed to be the bravest screamed like a sissy... now that was funny... ok... we were then led around by several NCOs and the nightwalk ended... we had a scolding session from the CIs and HOs... we then had a water parade... had to fill all our bottles to the brim and finish all... luckily i didn't bring my water bottle down... we had to chare the water among ourselves... and i suspect i was the one who drank the most... almost everyone looked for me to drink the water... the junwen kept asking ppl who had trouble drinking water to look for me... darn... ok... we then went up to sleep... then at around 4am+, there was a fire drill... in the end we had to get punished... i didn't know how zhixin could sleep through the fire drill... we got punished because of that... around at least 50 pumpings... we then went up and washed up and went down to have PT before breakfast... well i gained a gastric pain and had to fall out... had stitch too... after we went back, we had to be punished... we had breakfast... measly biscuits... then we had games... captains ball... and woohoo... our group lost 3 matches... in the total of 3 matches... haha... but... those were the best games i have had in years... although we lost... except the match against the NCOs... that was because i didn't get a chance to touch the ball at all then... then we had lunch... then we went up to the 5th level to build our gateways and they had to be high enough for kiathow to go through... well... our gateway was the biggest and tallest... but not tied at the top... it really looked like a goal post... then we played tag... ran around in the hall... then we had drills... or was that before that? anyway... we did some things... [forgot yet again] then we had dinner... finally had rice... along with veggies and a drumstick and a nice fishball and hotdog... finally a decent meal... then we had campfire... we were all very enthusiastic... nice... had our performances... ok... then we went back and had a game with our shoes... haha... weird way of describing... we had to use our shoes to lay our a track for our blindfolded teammate...then after that lame game, we went to sleep... had to wake up at 12.45am for sentry duty... at 1.30am, some senior NCO called us back... he told us to tell our groupmates to go nack to the NP room... we called them back, just as we were setting off to find the other group mates, the sir/S NCO told us to fall in and not look for them... when sunny came back, we got scolded by him... i don't know why he was scolding us when it wasn't our fault... maybe we had a little communication problem or something... anyway... we went back to the tent to sleep... it was pouring for your information, we were sleeping at the side and had to sleep in a situp position, that was tiring... i kept waking up to see if we were ready to wake up... i couldn't take it... that time, i would have rather stayed awake than lay on my back in sit up position and feeling dizzy... the worst part was that it was pouring [not drizzling] for the whole night... when it was finally 4+ we had to wake up, i felt very very hungry... you couldn't blame me... we survived on 3! packet of instant noodles!!! for 10 people!!! and we had to have PT after washup... torture... as usual, i had to fall out and become casualty... i had a muscle ache after doing 50 pumpings, 50 crunches, 25 jumping jacks and 50 burpees... pure torture... we i fell out, i found it hard to breathe... i suspect that i was about to cry at my plight as i felt my throat become sore... anyway.. we waited for them to finish the next 100+ jumping jacks, 15 pumpings [boys knuckles, girls boy's style], 25 crunches and 25 burpees... then they went for the run... torture... they came back and we had to join them... they asked us to spread out and sqeeze... had to run as usual... mam liting asked us [casualties] to go back to the 'resting place'... then they had to carry out stuff and go back to the tentage(?) area... well... we had breakfast... had to scrape the black stuff from the fire from under the messtins(?)... [dad said those things are not good as in poisonous, cannot use for cooking] ok... we then had to clean up the place... we had to clean up the campfire area... real dirty work... after that, we had to get the washed ground sheets and the tent things dry... we 'invented' the flapping method... grabbing hold of the ends or the sheet and flapping it up and down... in the end, everyone copied out method and we got the sheets dry at long last... then we had to grab out bags and report strength for the final event... prize giving... that was the first time i reported strength for the entire camp... and i had to report it to mam yumei... and i had to be the one in front to receive the prize... darn... but it was really fun as no one was really scolded... we cheered for 'xiong', the flag from the nightwalk for the best flag... haha... we practically cheered fro the nightwalk things for almost everything... it was hilarious... everyone was in unison for the first time(?) [maybe] in the camp... haha... then we collect our valuables and interacted with our ICs and that's the end of the camp [finally]...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110441721140579900?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110441721140579900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110441721140579900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110441721140579900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110441721140579900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/12/spongebob.html' title='Spongebob'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110382330843509644</id><published>2004-12-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:35:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tic-tac-toe?</title><content type='html'>ok... this is pretty lame... so if you CANNOT take lame stuff... don't read this... i have warned you... ok... why i'm writing this is because i find this thing really funny... and lame... ok... you've been warned again... ok... so... me and ken played like 42 games... i think... or it could be 43... hmmm... whatever... ok... our way of tic tac toe... win means lose... pretty lame... but hey, at least it's not the same moves and counter-moves over and over again... thats pretty interesting... well... at first we were REALLY playing tic-tac-toe lah... but then he let me win until like 4 times then i let him win he doesnt want to win... then it becomes a mutual understanding that the rules were being changed... so on and on we played... trust me... that was better than the first 30+ rounds... then he had to go offline to watch inuyasha... so we played one last round... he said he will make me win... haha... and... well he lost... all due to my superior intellect... haha... and then ya... i have no idea how he can break his arm like that... i mean... he stepped on a soccer ball... said the ball was gay... haha... what a choice of words... my mum must think i'm mad to be laughing in the room... well it WAS funny you know... and he's one of the few guys in NP whom i don't hate... so i guess being a friend with him isn't that bad... although we all say he's a pervert... haha... which boy in 1/11 or the coming 2/11 isn't? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110382330843509644?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110382330843509644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110382330843509644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110382330843509644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110382330843509644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/12/tic-tac-toe.html' title='tic-tac-toe?'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110381558472369597</id><published>2004-12-23T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:26:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promotion test</title><content type='html'>woah... today promotion test... finally? yesterday postpone until today... then yesterday stayed back to look at the sec 2s take their promotion test... pity them... cause yesterday the councillors meeting in the canteen and the teachers keep using the mic then the commander  shout cannot hear... then they cannot do the drills together... but they only one tester... today we all 3 testers then all dressed in full u somemore... so formal... then ok lah... WOC not bad... at least they can hear... then the MOI very nervous... drill badge is the worst ah... 3rd class drill badge... they keep giving us marching drills... then we only learnt for around 2 parades only loh... then mam mistook it for right after the exams which is around 6 weeks... thats a huge difference loh... at least 42 days loh... then the march on the spot command i keep wanting to march out... darn... then berhenti i keep doing it wrongly... if i really get the drill badge then i'll be surprised ah... but i welcome the surprise lah... haha... as well as the lance corporal rank... well... if i don't get the lance corporal rank then i don't really think i'll be very happy... no joke about it... i doubt yu hui will pass her MOI though... too soft... and she forgot too many things... too tense or maybe she didn't prepare... oh well... what's done cannot be undone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110381558472369597?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110381558472369597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110381558472369597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110381558472369597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110381558472369597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/12/promotion-test.html' title='promotion test'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110329329951205628</id><published>2004-12-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:21:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waliew pt like crap liddat</title><content type='html'>hah! today pt like crap (as mentioned above)... that sebastian take us huh! do 3 sets of 20... ya... i thought... hey! not bad! HOWEVER... he chose to take us to a 'higher level'... by having us do the sets without regular resting... like push ups for example... he chose to let us do 20 all at once... and only stop for a while when HE is tired... crap loh... then after sets is crutches or whatever... also like push ups... at least nicholas is better lah... like let us rest at regular intervals... like do 10 then rest then do another 5 then rest then do another 5 which amounts to 20... then he'll let us put our legs down... then rest for like 1 minute... then change to the jumping jacks... not like that sebastian loh... he think he from dance one must convert us to dance is it? then yee wei 'better' ah... he take us for the running run so fast one... want us to get out of breath is it? worse off, he run fast... then stop... then run fast again... then stop... stupid loh... how are we supposed to take running and stopping and beginning to run again? then THEY had to run up, down, around and around and around and around... and i mean that... you ppl should have seen the distance they ran... they like ran the whole school plus like around 10+ rounds around the netball court... i became casualty because of a stitch... sucks man... yeewei ask and i say stitch then he say, 'never do warm up properly lah!' waht the heck man... we didn't even do stretching of the stomach muscles!!! he say never do properly!!! is never do lah! he didn't do warm up is it? think of the only reason other than that its his fault and he say... i doubt he even thought of the fact that we didnt stretch the stomach muscles! crap him lah... hah! the casualties all from sec 1 this time and amounts to 12 casualties!!! all because of the running... heck man! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110329329951205628?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110329329951205628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110329329951205628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110329329951205628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110329329951205628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/12/waliew-pt-like-crap-liddat.html' title='waliew pt like crap liddat'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110311655874151511</id><published>2004-12-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:21:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday presents!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.yesasia.com/assets/imgs/music/56/p1003918756.jpg" width="100" height="100"&gt;
hahahaha... so now i've got present from dad, mum and yl-c-v... haha... well can't really expect much as i'm not hosting a party this year... boooo... anyone who wants to buy me present out there buy me inuyasha poster can? only $3 only in comic connections... wahahahaso far i've got inuyasha 2nd movie - the castle beyond the looking glass... inuyasha playing cards... and... SUPER J-POP BALLADE... whoooooot!!! 3 cheers for my birthday! haha... i force my mum and dad to buy one lah... the 1st and 3rd present... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110311655874151511?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110311655874151511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110311655874151511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/12/birthday-presents.html' title='birthday presents!!!'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110283442808265939</id><published>2004-12-12T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:22:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuyasha movie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="110" src="http://www.csupomona.edu/~mbhuey/profile_anime_inuyasha2m.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img height="250" src="http://www.discountanimedvd.com/dvd_images/5849.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;woah... so i've finally bought the inuyasha 2nd movie... wahaha... i feel like a million dollars!!! it was so cool!!! i mean... oh my... touching... haha... i am so glad that my dad let me buy it... haha... well it HAS been 3 months since i've been longing for it... well... the graphics is better than the tv series which has amazing graphics on its own... so that's not an improvement... it's a miracle that they can improve it... i mean... its already this good and you wont think that it can be improved any more... and then the movie comes and you are shocked to see that the graphics are improved to a level that is better than perfect... just a figure of speech but hey... i think its terrific... and the 4th movie is about to be out... in fact i think its already out in cinemas in japan today... hmmm or is it 28th or 23rd? hmmm... whatever... im content with this... that is... until the 4th movie comes to singapore... that is... haha...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110283442808265939?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110283442808265939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110283442808265939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110283442808265939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110283442808265939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/12/inuyasha-movie.html' title='Inuyasha movie!!!'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110052903917596378</id><published>2004-11-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:33:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>premonition?</title><content type='html'>well well well... so i hope you've read the previous entry about the dreams... as you can guess from my title... i'm gonna talk about premonition(s)... as i've mentioned... in my dream, one of the similarities were that i was at an arcade searching for 'twinkle star sprites'... so yesterday night... i managed to download some game patch or something for the game... and i inserted the cd and voila! i could play!!! so... waht do you all think of it? a coincidence? a premonition? oh my... it's mearly creeping me out... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110052903917596378?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110052903917596378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110052903917596378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110052903917596378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110052903917596378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/11/premonition.html' title='premonition?'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110026532759157572</id><published>2004-11-12T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:15:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams?</title><content type='html'>ok... so i don't exactly know waht is happening... i've been having similar dreams these 2 days... not such a long time... haha... but i osrt of enjoy those dreams... sure... it gets me tired... but hey... at least it takes place somewhere that's fun...
dream 1:
(ok... i have no idea why it's jumbled.. probably because my watch's alarm was on and it rang at 5.50am... real swell...) we were led by someone into the school hall (i don't really know if it's nh's or lp's) we were seated and well the performances started... behind me were ben(?) and jon(?)(why are they in my dreams?) anyway... where we were sitting suddenly became a pier and i was sitting beside the support of it... jon was directly behind me as we were sitting in 2s... i dont remember who i was sitting with...(either yeeping or yiling) i was almost falling asleep leaning on the support when someone nudged me from behind... i was furious(?)... then i remembered that someone wanted to change seats with me... she was behind ben... so i changed seats with her and her partner so i was directly behind jon... it was payback time... next, we were sort of given a break... i went to the toilet as i felt that there was sand in my mouth from the sand by the pier and saw stella(?) and felicia(?)... we talked... and i don't remember waht happened next... we were at some weird shopping centre where it looked like those old ones like maybe the old people's park? and the fulushou complex or something... ok... so i remember valerie, chi lung, nuraisah and amber there with me... we were about to leave that place when we saw ben(the channel U person)... i dont know why but we thought he was a chinese physician... so we chased after him... we went from first floor to 5th floor... when we were at the 3rd going to 4th floor, i freaked out because the escalator began to behave like those stairs in harry potter... it actually turned a full 360 degrees!!! ok... so we were at the 4th floor... we ran around searching for the clinic... we finally met at the lift... which was conveniently beside the directory... we looked at the directory and found some 'Bo Ling' clinic or something at level 5... so we waited for the lift... there was a crowd there... we could not all sqeeze in to the lift... so we waited for yet another... it was too long and i sugested going up the stairs... we saw some punks but since we were in a group it was not a big threat... we reached the 5th floor and waht was there? a gigantic arcade!!! it was so big... we went in and i followed chilung to some game as he was leading... when i looked back, there was no one following behind me... so i realised that they'd splitted... so i left him to his game and went to the other side of the arcade... it was such a long way... it made me tired just running halfway there... i passed by chandini, valerie, gong tuo, and kim hock... there i stopped and and sat down... i found myself sitting with some girl i knew but forgot who... so TKH there started talking crap since we had not seen each other for a long time... i couldnt believe it but i was still in my school uniform!!! how did i get into that place with my uniform on? but never mind that... something more ridiculous happened... mr choy... known for his surveys on asknlearn, i piece of paper appeared on our hands and he told us to do the survey... i was shocked as i hadnt even played with anything yet... how was i supposed to answer... so i came out of the chair i was sitting on and founf that there was some sort of roof on me... i struggled out of it and found that it was my blanket... haha...

dream 2:
we were just released from school (lps) and i was with my usual hairstyle at LPS with my short-but-can-tie hair up in a ponytail... we were walking to the back gate with valerie in between kenneth and me... she told us that she heard a song which she hummed... i knew it in a second... it was somewhere i belong by linkin park... she asked us who it was by and me and KL said linkin park immediately... i dont know why but i remembered that i once said that linkin park sucked to K and now im acting like this... i dont know why but i changed course and headed for the front gate when i saw my mom there and headed into my dad's car... i saw mr wong and mr low and they said i was breaking the school rules by having my hair tied up in a ponytail... (isn't that NH's school rules?) we arrived at some arcade... it was big... not as big as the one in the first dream but big... bigger than the e-zone in westmall... there were all sorts of games and i went around trying to find 'twinkle star sprites'... i passed by someone who had 'incredible' aims... he was so bad that when he tried to shoot a hoop, he managed to get the ball to rebound back and managed to almost hit me... and he was so fast(that or the machine was out of control) that i had to run to dodge them... i passed by kenneth (why's he there?) and went on my search... i found 3 games which had twinkle star sprites characters but it wasnt twinkle star sprites... it was some other game... so i went around looking... i found a boy playing some throw-the-pingpong-ball-into-the-hole game... he was such a terrible aimer too... i managed to catch hold of a long-shaped pingpong ball(?) and threw... of course i missed... i walked on by... my legs were tired form the walking cum running around looking for the game... i saw my mom and hurried to her... i wondered how she could have found me in such a big space... so we went to my dad's car and i woke up... swell...

well they were so weird all involving some big arcade... and NH and LPS mixed together... i don't know waht to think... is it something to be afraid of or just some innocent dream that one should have every night? i guess i won't find out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110026532759157572?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110026532759157572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110026532759157572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110026532759157572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110026532759157572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams.html' title='dreams?'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-110017989375666258</id><published>2004-11-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:12:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Concrete Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; She walks to school with the lunch she packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nobody knows what she's holdin' back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;She hides the bruises with linen and lace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's hard to see the pain behind the mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bearing the burden of a secret storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sometimes she wishes she was never born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Through the wind and the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;She stands hard as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But her dreams give her wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And she flies to a place where she's loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Concrete angel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Somebody cries in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When morning comes it'll be too late&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Through the wind and the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;She stands hard as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But her dreams give her wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And she flies to a place where she's loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Concrete angel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  A statue stands in a shaded place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A name is written on a polished rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A broken heart that the world forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Through the wind and the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; She stands hard as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; In a world that she can't rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; But her dreams give her wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; And she flies to a place where she's loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Concrete angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok... so i absolutely recommend this song to all you people... it's by Martina McBride... i think... i think she got an award for this song... well i can tell you she deserved it... or rather the song did... it's just absolutely beautiful... and touching... well... i sort of found this song reading the fanfiction 'Silent Screams'... well... my heart sort of goes out to those being abused and don't really know about it... so... people... take note... if there's something you ever heard about a child being abused, please... don't think of it as just nothing... they are people too you know... don't tell the person who is allegedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;abusing them as that might do more harm to the child... i know through the fanfiction i read... and it's based on a true account... even if it isn't, it sounds logical enough... these things happen you know... sometimes you just come across them... sometimes you don't... so that's all i want to say for now... Ja Ne&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-110017989375666258?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/110017989375666258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=110017989375666258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110017989375666258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/110017989375666258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/11/concrete-angel.html' title='Concrete Angel'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109984065214398964</id><published>2004-11-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:17:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn PT</title><content type='html'>wah... pt today really like torture... i was actually thinking taht maybe i liked pt yesterday night... but who was i kidding? it was really just pure torture!!! guess how many casualties there were for sec 1s today? 12!!! do you believe it???! now onto the details... whoo...
first we had warm ups... no sweat. then came the sets... that was actually not that hard... except for the fact that we had to do 4 sets instead of the normal 3! waht a bummer! first were the push ups... 15 push ups... crunches... 20 crunches... scissors cross... 15 scissors cross... jumping jacks... 30 jumping jacks... so... not bad... if we only had to do 1 set... but we had to repeat it 4 times!!! 4 times!!! ok... so i survived that one... but guess what? we had to run around the school 3 times!!! ok... so i became a casualty after the first round because of a stitch... i would have comtinued slower... but there was some brainless nco who was shouting at us!!! 'aye! run lah! stull dare to walk???!' that ruined my chance to try to run another lap... so i stopped and joined the casualties... i mean, they were supposed to encourage us when we didnt have the willpower to run any further... not rage us!!! so... ok... pt done... and we were all left with that painful memory... i still am sore all over, mind you.
so we had to run to 1/10 classroom to put our bags after our 5 minute break... ok... hurts but i can take it... we ran back to the parade square... fell in... and guess what... we had to run back to 1/10 classroom to get our uniform to change into half-u... not really very bad... so we ran back to 1/10 classroom... we had to for some long time until they were all ready... we asked for permission... we went in and ran out to the area behind 1/12 classroom... too bad... we took 24 minutes to change into half-u!!! we were shocked... so we had to change to pt kit again... realllllll.. niceeeeee... not! so we changed and went back 15secs after the time limit... not bad... no punishment, yet... so when we fell in... some idiot had to say that the parade sucked...so we had to do some 20 'nice' pumpings... then we had to change to half-u once again... pretty much a routine now... so we changed... couldnt walk to the toilet... we had to run... so i had to hurt all over more... and so... once again... we were outside classroom 1/10... we finally were 3 minutes late... yippee... not! so we owed the corporal 180 pumpings... we girls had more reasons... reduces to 60... because of the time we had to wait to get into the room... to run to the toilet... to run back... to get into the room... to execute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kekanan lurus... &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sediah&lt;/span&gt;... haha... so we learnt marching... had to march on the spot for what seemed like eternity...
so we had to change to pt kit again for campcraft... darn it... we realllllly had a hard time learning how to tie the sheepshank or something... the stupid person kept teaching us how to tie it on one side but iddnt complete it... so when we tied the one side... we didnt know if we did it correctly or not... it was after he taught us how to tie it the '3 loops' way when he taught us how to tie the other side of the knot... he was obviously not teacher material... that wasnt really that bad... at least we had the chance to enjoy the nice floor with our bums and not our feet...
dismissal was really looked forward to... it was the most pleasant part of the entire parade... altough we did have to stand in the sun to wait for mrs lee to get to us and tell us about teh good news... i was starving when we were really dismissed.. but unfortunately, we had to wait for the lance to hand us our valuables before i could buy things to eat... great... just great... i was having gastric then too... so i had to get to stella when she was talking to sunny to beg her to hand over my valuables...
woah... the best part of my day was that i got to sleep for 6 hours in the afternooon after the parade... 3.30pm to 7.30pm... great going...
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109984065214398964?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109984065214398964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109984065214398964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109984065214398964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109984065214398964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/11/darn-pt.html' title='darn PT'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109949296502587277</id><published>2004-11-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:42:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>young leaders' day</title><content type='html'>well... today we went to some young leaders' day event at singapore poly... speakers were motivational, movie clips were motivational as well as entertaining... haha... one of the speakers, dr andrew goh was the greatest speaker among all of them... he made us laugh and feel better about ourselves... probably because he was quite a professional speaker... haha... he told us a joke(not true story)... it went...chairman mao of china was meeting president nickson. now, chairman mao knew that when president nickson left a country, it will be under america. so he thought very hard. and he got an idea. if he could learn how to speak one sentence of english, he could stun president nickson as he was sure he could not learn a sentence of chinese. so he asked his assistants to teach him how to speak a sentence of english. his assistance thought that he was so old that it would take up too much time. but the boss is alwasy the boss. so they taught him one simple sentence. 'how are you'. so chairman mao went to practice it. when he mastered it, he thought,'if i could learn that, i could learn another sentence.' so he asked his assistants to teach him another sentence. they taught him yet another simple sentence. how do you do. finally the day came when they would shake hands and it would be on the world news. when chairman mao shook hands with president nickson, he was so excited that he said 'who are you?'. president nickson was shocked. chairman mao then said,'what do you do?'of course, like i said, thats not a true account or anything... that was just meant as a joke... for anyone offended in any way... i apologise... one more thing dr andrew goh said, he asked us to repeat it after him... In the end, it will be OK. If it's not OK, it's not the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109949296502587277?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109949296502587277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109949296502587277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109949296502587277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109949296502587277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/11/young-leaders-day.html' title='young leaders&apos; day'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109871055450250938</id><published>2004-10-26T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:22:34.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siblinghood?</title><content type='html'>well, today i invited charmaine, vivian, yan bing and yi ling over for a movie marathon... it went rather well except for the food... pizza was far too much fro us... we did not finish it as you guessed... i have invited them over for the 2nd time this year. i finally have tquite the answer for this. i feel in 'need' of siblings sometimes... it's not like i really wish for siblings as from what i've heard, they can be quite a problem sometimes. however, i feel that sometimes, they can be fun to be with even though they wreck your toys and disrupt peace like you all say. most of the time, i do feel the joy of not having a sibling barging in to your room and bugging you when your doing something important or not so important for that matter. i can do without them as my mum does that --the barging in, not really the bugging-- sometimes. i don't have to share a room with them. i don't have to fight for my parents' whatever. i don't even have to fight to get money in that case! i just open my mouth and ask. if they agree, no one would want something that's the same from the same father and mother (less wastage). if they don't agree, too bad then. to all of you reading out there, i mean no offence towards people who have siblings or don't... please don't take my opinion wrongly... i am here to write about this things as i prefer to think of my blog as a diary where not a lot of closed ones get to see anything while the further ones get to as most of you out there don't know me... neither do i possibly know you... i just like for this chance to tell all of you i would wish for world peace... it's not just meant as a saying because everyone says that, but rather in a more serious way... the world's peace affects everything. world's peace affects the rate of divorce, the birth rate, the death rate. whether enemies are made, whether wars occur. if everyone could just settle their disputes in the more peaceful manner, the world would be a better place. of course then, the lawyers and judges would be out of job. but think of it this way, so what if they were out of job? surely with world peace, people would not be so selfish. people will offer their things to the less fortunate. if everybody were to be friends and there were no enemies between people, there would surely be no war. not only would the stocks rise, the world would also be a richer place. people would be sharing their riches and we will all be able to indulge in luxury together. however, maybe this might be wishing for too much... people might say we have our differences as we are unique. differences means fight. fight means no world peace. however, which one do you think is better? a world with world peace that is luxurious or a world of killing with suffering? make a choice... world peace is better, i tell you.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109871055450250938?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109871055450250938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109871055450250938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109871055450250938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109871055450250938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/10/siblinghood.html' title='siblinghood?'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109551911714962396</id><published>2004-09-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T22:51:57.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiking trip to west coast park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wah today hiking to the west coast park veyr tiring ah... walk walk wlak for dont know how long one ah... from school to aroung new nus high school campus, then cross the expressway... then walk the whole way along the perimeter of nus campus ah... mad man... then we walk nearly all the way to the port there... turn and saw some houses... gto one dog there kept barking at us when we passed by... i thought it was a bird with sore throat or something... but it turned out to be a small, white dog... no, not cute... then finally we saw west coast park... waited at the traffic light... wait until the green light came on but no green man... realised that they didnt push the thingie(button?)... waited... still no one push... expected a non-green man again... i was right... then theyy realised that  they hadnt pushed the thing... this time... 'learning their mistakes', they pushed the thing... not only one but 5 people, 5 times... finally we crossed but we left the other groups behind... had to wait for them... had to do PT... i thought they promised us games day for one whole day? not like last time half day PT half day games...? had PT but felt the liquid in my stomach 'slosh' around during sit ups... not a good sign... had to run to the stage 'nearby' as we were not high enough... did 2nd set... then same feeling when it came to sit ups again... then had to run... realised that my throat was too dry and had to fall out... was feeling ready to puke any moment... not good... while i sat with the medics(joanna &amp;amp; kiat how) and bag manager(wei teng) and another casualty(fiona), the others were having fun in the obstacle course... too bad... you win some, you lose some... other casualties came and it became crowded... saw some silky terrier or something without a leash jumping around with owners behind it... stupid pup... some kid about 3 years old(noticed he was a kite-flying expert) cmae by with his beagle... the terrier chased after the beagle and they jumped around and we laugh... very rude, yes... they chased each other in circles... can you refrain from laughing when you see two small doggies running around in circles? after that, some fairfield student came by and the terrier once again began its chase... the student was only saved by the pup's owner... after that, the other groups came back from their frisbee game adn was getting ready for their PT... only that their PT was more than a little slack than ours... we had to do sets and run 2 rounds before heading for the obstacle course but they only had to run one round before that... after thath, we ate(white rice with potato wedges, hotdog, luncheon meat, fried chicken)... no veggies... very unhealthy... left most of the rice in the box when i threw it into the bin... then had to go back... lucky for them they booked the bus... otherwise they would have had more casualties than they could carry......&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109551911714962396?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109551911714962396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109551911714962396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109551911714962396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109551911714962396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/09/hiking-trip-to-west-coast-park.html' title='hiking trip to west coast park'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109437861071283802</id><published>2004-09-05T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:03:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yestersday ORD ah... very... entertaining... the second time i was in the school auditorium for NPCC... haha the first time fall asleep then kena punish... then yesterday quite fun so didnt fall asleep... not even when the mams made their farewell speech lah... haha... we all first group to perform... NP Idol... hah... actually quite fun lah... a lot of ppl laughed at shida when he steal the spotlight... then when i scold the judges laso a lot of ppl laugh because of all the *TOOT*(s)... haha... then after us got another grp performing skit... this one more solemn... abt the CPR... haha... then 3rd grp got singing then got that weird weird guy/sissy... the sec 4s cheered the guy and they sang the yu(4) jian(4)... changed the lyrics... group 4 danced... perfect by SP... quite good, their dance... using caps... they take off their caps taht time their hair very weird... then grp 5 did dance i think... either 5 or 6... then they dance until the center guy action very big while the others not so  'actionate' one... then grp 6 sing and dance... sang my love by westlife and danced and rapped to ai ni by cyndi... grp 7 danced also i think... yeah... to skater boi by AL... then the timer was the skater boi and the girls are... well... the girls... haha... then last grp, grp 8 skit and dance... very funny... cinderella... then the prince and cinderella both guys... junwen and edmund ong... then prince did 'strip-tease' but still got PT kit underneath one lah... then edmund saw him and screamed until very high... very funny... wah my opinion ah is that opening and ending are the nicest... haha... before last group got sec 3 special performance pole dance... haha... very funny... then after grp 8 the sec4s did special performance... singing... and then got one strum guitar... and then got video clip of sec4s then go outside for friendship dance... very funny... but stupid because must mix boy girl... then change and change until i with one sec4 guy... then need to chacha... stupid ah... then he too enthu... actually is hold hands one but i dont hold lah... then he grab wrist loh... hurts man... i dont remember who now... but funny lah... then move until behind is all sec4 guys including my ex-sergeant... then i was with my female squad leader... then we dont change partners... haha...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109437861071283802?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109437861071283802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109437861071283802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109437861071283802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109437861071283802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/09/ord.html' title='ORD'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109378697631407661</id><published>2004-08-29T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:42:56.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>npcc games</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;wahahahahhahaha... yesterday so funny... np games day with the mams... after pt lah so tired... we play the stand on bench game... had to arrange ourselves according to height... after arranging to height then had to arrange to birth dates... very what leh... fell off once... haha... then mams want interaction... say name, where you live, whether available, who you like within the squad... very what loh... got 3 ppl say like me... junwen, shoujun and sean (i think)... haha what a joke... one begin then all follow... so not embarrass... hah! then after 3 then the mams say no more stella and weiqi... hahahaha... because in front a lot of ppl say stella because she's the squad leader... hahahaha... mad ppl...
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109378697631407661?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109378697631407661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109378697631407661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109378697631407661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109378697631407661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/08/npcc-games.html' title='npcc games'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109309977321704011</id><published>2004-08-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T22:49:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my home economics teacher... too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just hate my home economics teacher... every lesson we see her, she scolds us at least once... i won't bother with the figures... i wont bother much except to vent my anger!!! last week... we were doing some revision lessons... which is to bake cakes... once we entered the kitchen, hse told us to on the oven to 200 degrees. we went around asking each other which one was for the oven... there she scolded us... 'you all have done this before. this is a revision lesson and i have to scold you. how to on the oven you all also don't know.' ok! so what if we didnt know... big fat hairy deal! we did the cakes at around 5 months ago...! revision lesson... what does she think we'll learn when she rushes us in cooking and sets us off in 'missions' that seem to fail if we take a longer time than permitted. heck, man. we don't even catch half of the instructions! she prepares the ingredients for us and doesn't tell us the recipe... she expects us to check the textbook... some of the recipes are not even there! hello? and at the start of the term i thought home economics teachers were supposed to be sweet like cake... but here she is... hot like the oven... if it was geography, i would have said hot like volcano... but its home ecs... one thing im thankful about home ecs... although i don't really learn anything, i'm glad that i only have to see her for this year... for another 2-3 months! but who knows what will happen...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109309977321704011?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109309977321704011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109309977321704011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109309977321704011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109309977321704011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-hate-my-home-economics-teacher-too.html' title='i hate my home economics teacher... too!'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109309903021968355</id><published>2004-08-21T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T22:37:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the maths teacher!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;waliew... i hate the stupid maths teacher leh! (as mentioned in the title) he says,' i give you this 2 periods to do the questions,' then after 2 minutes, he says,' i'll give you the answers on the board.' waht is the meaning of this? giving us the answer before we have a chance to try and question ourselves if we can solve the problem by ourselves? is it because he's just so self-concious that he thinks that we will laugh at him if he let us do without giving us the answer as 'proof' that he know the answer? or is he mad? or is he just a plain failure at being a teacher? did he really pass the trianee 'training' or did he just put up a show and is not showing is true spots? why did the principal even let him teach in the school? is he so impatient that he can't wait for us students to finish before he gets on with his giving out of answers? the week before the maths common test... my friend asked him when he was beginning a new chapter that wasn't at all tested in the maths common test, 'why don't you give us revision lessons instead of teaching us something that isn't tested in the common test?' know what he replied? 'you have to revise on your own, this is tested in the end-of-year exams too,' how enthusiastic he sounded. i just wish i dont ever get this teacher in my later years in nan hua...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109309903021968355?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109309903021968355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109309903021968355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109309903021968355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109309903021968355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-hate-maths-teacher.html' title='i hate the maths teacher!!!'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109300628715881572</id><published>2004-08-20T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:51:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid geography teacher...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;wah! geog results got back... A2... hmmm not bad... ok... go through... 2nd last question... NOT ALL RIVERS HAVE DELTAS. EXPLAIN WHY THIS IS SO.

my answer: SOME RIVERS DO NOT CARRY A LOT OF SEDIMENTS, THUS THE RIVERS DO NOT HAVE TO FIND ALTERNATIVE ROUTES AS THEIR FLOW IS NOT BLOCKED BY HUGE AMOUNTS OF SEDIMENTS. THEY ALSO HAVE FAST-FLOWING WATER WHICH CARRIES THE SEDIMENTS AWAY BEFORE THE SEDIMENTS CAN BUILD UP AND OBSTRUCT THE WAY.

her answer: THS RIVERS' MOUTHS MAY BE SHALLOW AND THE RIVERS MAY HAVE STRONG WATER AND CURRENTS ALONG THE COAST. THE RIVER MAY NOT CARRY TOO MUCH SEDIMENTS TO BUILD UP A DELTA.

ok... so the fast-flowing water isn;t quite so correct... but i wrote 'did not carry a lot of sediments' compare to hers which is 'may not carry too much sediments' anything wrong? upon 3 marks i only got... 0 marks... nil... zilch... none... how could she???! not like i didn't go and find her... she pointed at the phrase 'huge amounts of sediments' and said, 'go and check your notes! it is obviously wrong!' in what way was that wrong???! huh???! Stupid!!!
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109300628715881572?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109300628715881572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109300628715881572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109300628715881572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109300628715881572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/08/stupid-geography-teacher.html' title='stupid geography teacher...!'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109257308958265712</id><published>2004-08-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:31:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tests coming ah</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;wah... sian man... tests coming tomorrow... how to deal... chinese teacher mad one... tomorrow geography test ask us to have chinese spelling... think we dont need to study for geography test one is it? then chinese spelling got add marks one... how???! then besides chinese and geography... havent done much more revising... yesterday got muster parade some more... waste one whole day leh... go until 12.30 then reach home at abt 2+... then sleep until 6+... can revise meh? mad one ah... other cca stop already then we still have to go... mad one ah... kenak scolded by the mams some more... stupid... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BAKA &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109257308958265712?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109257308958265712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109257308958265712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109257308958265712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109257308958265712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/08/tests-coming-ah.html' title='tests coming ah'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913671.post-109213576699256633</id><published>2004-08-10T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T19:02:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;first blog here so nothing to do then post loh... dont post also cannot do anything... haha...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913671-109213576699256633?l=cranberryriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/feeds/109213576699256633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913671&amp;postID=109213576699256633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109213576699256633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913671/posts/default/109213576699256633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cranberryriver.blogspot.com/2004/08/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>RavenD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06163681363612404885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
