<?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-5693778875190334867</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:07:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Masker Says...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-5854615490268079398</id><published>2009-11-19T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:32:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP</title><content type='html'>We had POP today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was clearly a distinct ennui evoked amongst the sec 2s, as we discussed in soft murmurs, about&amp;nbsp;Luke and his&amp;nbsp;comical antics while he handed the Sec3s their certificates (of promotion). [Which was supposed to be done in April, screw H1N1...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathed having to fall in under the hot sun. On some charmed moments, a stray cloud would drift&amp;nbsp;slowly, blocking the&amp;nbsp;sun,&amp;nbsp;giving us a breather from the relentless basking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Except for the farewell presents, and the playing for the farewell concert&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I HATE POP!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-5854615490268079398?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/5854615490268079398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5854615490268079398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5854615490268079398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/pop.html' title='POP'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1265858220715311184</id><published>2009-11-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:34:35.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ShOrT pOsT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to st. pats today-- claimed by our conductor as,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;one of the best bands in singapore&lt;/em&gt;, having been their&amp;nbsp;band director&amp;nbsp;for 25 years. By the way, he's an ex st. pats student.... haix im not saying anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, we were totally trashed... well, at least i ain't beaten by the st. pats tubist. HEE HEE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1265858220715311184?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1265858220715311184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1265858220715311184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1265858220715311184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-post.html' title='short post'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-6988304907809184242</id><published>2009-11-07T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:06:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAn you actually see the title?</title><content type='html'>Good job! I want more people to start flaming me! Then, we can have a flaming war. Now, look at the side&amp;nbsp; at the profile page, yeah thats the reason for the short post. I'm off to maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: -I would prefer ppl using my cbox to flame other people, then i can be the hero who stops the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - and FYI, I ain't sebastian. He's just another good friend, and I ain't the cad who would adopt another personna just to scold vulgar. --I would say it IN YOUR FACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-6988304907809184242?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/6988304907809184242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-actually-see-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/6988304907809184242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/6988304907809184242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-actually-see-title.html' title='CAn you actually see the title?'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-4224727360664090590</id><published>2009-11-01T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:57:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid jokers</title><content type='html'>I overheard the bunch of sterotypical hypocrite know-it-all, opposite our table,&amp;nbsp;discussing about the upcoming sequel to the Twilight, Dawn. This is&amp;nbsp;what the oldest, haggard-lookin' has-been said: " &lt;em&gt;You know, &lt;strong&gt;dawn&lt;/strong&gt; is when the sun goes down, and when we experience &lt;strong&gt;twilight&lt;/strong&gt;. Having heard what I've just said, I'm sure you guys must be eager to watch the movie&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I exchange glances with my dad, and his face recoiling red just like his rare steak, apparently trying hard to&amp;nbsp;curb&amp;nbsp;the approaching&amp;nbsp;shrieking and howling. Yes, we have yet to see how hard his guffaws can become, maybe he can laugh from his belly with this vile of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then, I directed to my brother, who shot me a quizzical look, " WTF is with them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-4224727360664090590?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/4224727360664090590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/stupid-jokers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4224727360664090590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4224727360664090590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/11/stupid-jokers.html' title='Stupid jokers'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-2580451948075350006</id><published>2009-10-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:41:43.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post cos he's celebrating...zzz</title><content type='html'>爽SHUANG爽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year of waiting and diligence. One year of envy and determination... And the masker has finally earned the right to use the SENIOR'S tuba! W00t!&amp;nbsp; YNWA &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-2580451948075350006?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/2580451948075350006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-post-cos-hes-celebratingzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/2580451948075350006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/2580451948075350006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-post-cos-hes-celebratingzzz.html' title='short post cos he&apos;s celebrating...zzz'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-7459844354791521603</id><published>2009-10-21T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:46:40.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am condemned</title><content type='html'>Mathematics.... Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;topic ruined by the ugly facts, as the simple idea becomes complicated. This statement rings true to what I'm feeling now. Mathematics, usually the one which save me from the&amp;nbsp;pits of abomination&amp;nbsp;is actually dragging me down, not like the messiah I always regarded it as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate maths. It refused my entrance to eminence, like what my buddies are enjoying now. Why play Judas on my final year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-7459844354791521603?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/7459844354791521603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-condemned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/7459844354791521603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/7459844354791521603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-condemned.html' title='I am condemned'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-5730023403053947846</id><published>2009-10-20T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:32:35.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hysteria</title><content type='html'>They will return our EOY scripts tomorrow. A curious mixed of excitement and fear thrives. Ador for&amp;nbsp;my 2 months of dilligence and perserverance, and&amp;nbsp;trepidation&amp;nbsp;of tasting&amp;nbsp;the bitter pill of disappointment ---again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there won't be eight classes of combined science next year --- try taking our EOY science, you'll cry. I believe that there won't be another episode of partialness -- we're tired of being maligned, so we vilify teachers of favouritism when we gossip. I believe the moderation would be fair -- to our marks and capabilities, as well as the teachers' conscience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would tomorrow be the time i savor my fruits of labour, or&amp;nbsp; shun in the magnifestation of my pre-EOY idleness? I put my last prayer ... to my computer game. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-5730023403053947846?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/5730023403053947846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/hysteria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5730023403053947846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5730023403053947846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/hysteria.html' title='Hysteria'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-5653918810993157</id><published>2009-10-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:26:29.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate 中国象棋 today</title><content type='html'>4 sets. All lost. All &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try&amp;nbsp;enduring&amp;nbsp;4 sets of humiliation to your almost senile grandfather, and then facing his bumptiously cockeyed smile (he was wearing dentures by the way). So much for being the preceding Chinese chess champion in my maternal family. The loses were big blows, especially when my ignorant younger cousin was observing the match. (&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; How can you lose, last time tyko de la..&lt;/em&gt;.") Those words still linger in my mind, scarring the daylights&amp;nbsp;(or rather, &lt;em&gt;moonlight&lt;/em&gt; since its nighttime...) out of my ego. Just imagine, my parents are&amp;nbsp;leaving my brother and I with the old man and grandma off to China for 6 days, and what if he comes knocking on my door requesting for a little skirmish... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's been a long time since my last post. Yeah, been busy with band and games...hehheh. I'm still in the tardy temperament, not ready for Sec 3 revision... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have realised, I changed my blogskin, why? Err...( the quiescent mind gets into thinking...)&amp;nbsp; We must change as time changes, just like how fashion changes when the trend becomes outdated, or else we become stuck like Superman without Kryptonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-5653918810993157?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/5653918810993157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5653918810993157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5653918810993157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-today.html' title='I hate 中国象棋 today'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-5289028117968591924</id><published>2009-10-13T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:48:33.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO play ur lives out</title><content type='html'>Let's break our credence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-5289028117968591924?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/5289028117968591924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-play-ur-lives-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5289028117968591924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/5289028117968591924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-play-ur-lives-out.html' title='GO play ur lives out'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-6724432296965140013</id><published>2009-10-03T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:59:38.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>Coffee has been&amp;nbsp;an everyday drink for most people, but have you ever thought what actually is that cup of deleterious&amp;nbsp;sepia melange? Coffee is acidic, everyone knows that. However, many people would&amp;nbsp;yoke the effervescence in coffee as a natural&amp;nbsp;corollary&amp;nbsp;of brewing. Well, if you were to remember how acids would normally respond when in contact with another substance...hehheh, what do you get? Nevertheless, what's the harm in downing that astringent caffeine? Did you heard of anyone die becuase of drinking the beverage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-6724432296965140013?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/6724432296965140013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/6724432296965140013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/6724432296965140013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/10/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-2263453876819983663</id><published>2009-09-29T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:26:04.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what would my reaction be?</title><content type='html'>It was today that I became cognizant of the pathetic 8 days to EOY. 8 more stodgy days of intese excogitating. 8 more days to the great revolution. Following that woud be 5 heinous days of the EOY, with an accursed 3 days of rest in between (for mugging 133 HCL idioms and maths theorys). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that in a comprehension test, on top of understanding the text, a comprehension is&amp;nbsp;the meeting unexpected opportunities. While checking summary, it suddenly dawned upon me of another word to use for vocabulary; one that is more *cheem* and more suitable to the contextual word. HehHeh, luck is a skill.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is an elongated aeon timed practice, with twenty minutes to fiddle with my thumbs when everyone has already completed the paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-2263453876819983663?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/2263453876819983663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-my-reaction-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/2263453876819983663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/2263453876819983663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-my-reaction-be.html' title='what would my reaction be?'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-7544509236555518513</id><published>2009-09-26T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:46:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to the glacier age</title><content type='html'>Well, before you even continue, please get in your heads that I ain't evoking any terrorist, religious, anarchism or any other negetive feelings which harms anyone's interest, whatever. Be warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary two, we study DOOMSDAY geography. On the contary, I beg to differ, how wrong. Many people thought that global warming would wipe out humanity, and bring forth the end of the world. No, global warming  would actually call upon the Ice Age. Think, the melting of polar icecaps and motion of tectonic plates would intervene with the ocean and wind currents, and then leading to climate change and CHEERIO, you get your glacier epoch! Err... before you can beat the drums and start your fete, begin to vituperate on how you're gonna die in the perennial jack frost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Or probably, Toba would blast its vent, and send the blizzards for eternity!&lt;br /&gt;-I ain't censuring Sec2 geography, I just have a rancour of memorising the facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-7544509236555518513?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/7544509236555518513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-glacier-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/7544509236555518513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/7544509236555518513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-glacier-age.html' title='An ode to the glacier age'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-8372322389258381650</id><published>2009-09-26T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:14:49.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close speculation of his life on 25/9/09            12 more days to EOY!</title><content type='html'>I felt like a lowborn plebeian today, on my journey home. Just imagine having your primary-school friend walking along with you, deploring and berating your every action. I have to masquerade myself under a pretended blase mannerism, in order to continue this cat-and-mouse game.              -Hey, hey  ain't I magnanimous? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, the good thing is that I have finished compiling my maths notes. Ask anyone and they would start bemoaning about how I flaunt the thick printing paper at their faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am recurrently in the excogitating humour. I guess the EOY dogma has taken over my apperception...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-8372322389258381650?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/8372322389258381650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/close-speculation-of-his-life-on-25909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8372322389258381650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8372322389258381650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/close-speculation-of-his-life-on-25909.html' title='Close speculation of his life on 25/9/09            12 more days to EOY!'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1923714043368882278</id><published>2009-09-24T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:52:23.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's tale</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, my apologies for not updating for soooooo long. Man, you know the exams are nearing and I just need to finish some last-minute revisions. ( you should know...) Anyway, today's update is a tribute to your pleas and my boredom. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had floorball today. A new wound to lick, a goal to savor and a fantastic record. not forgetting an opponent's own goal to laugh at. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Masker halted at the junction. Dextral was a gang of smoker punks, and to the left was a bovine, over-sized chap. Naturally, only nincompop would skip happily to the right. I strided to the left, and stared hard at that hostile-looking lad. Once we got to the other division, I turned back. There he was, stealing nifty oblique glances at the bellicose Masker; vexation clearly written on his face. Thereupon, he flashed one big malicious cockeyed smirk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1923714043368882278?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1923714043368882278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1923714043368882278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1923714043368882278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-tale.html' title='Today&apos;s tale'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1853876949782325749</id><published>2009-09-19T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:28:33.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer + Yesterday's tale</title><content type='html'>There is nothing my buddies and I enjoy more than to banter good-naturedly, when the teachers are not around. Occasionally Ivan and I would stand along the corridor outside our classroom, ogle at the Chio Bu teachers, only to have BenChua and others to abhor with utter repugnance. (he destests pervys, but reverts back to his xiao jie attitude in the next min) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Punch * My computer cannot boot up that abhorrent MSN, and &lt;eoy Dogma is driving me crazy! Getting a time-out with my Guitar Hero!&gt; will be officially not going to be online untill that heinous hacker gets game over. -. - (which means watever recent update on my MSN will be fake!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As my 7-up cascaded down into the cannikin, I could't help but recall the Chemistry SPA we did earlier. OH MY GOODNESS! The sinister foam reminds me of acids, those corrosive sour-tasting compunds, containing the deadly hydrogen ions. We are actually downing acids after a hearty meal at the hawkers' centre! What the heck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS: &lt;br /&gt; - I am currently mugging for My EOY-OPPS-im currently slacking ... &lt;br /&gt; - I might post today's account later ... depends on the cut-throat homework&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1853876949782325749?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1853876949782325749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/disclaimer-yesterdays-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1853876949782325749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1853876949782325749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/disclaimer-yesterdays-tale.html' title='Disclaimer + Yesterday&apos;s tale'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-8458052680641044340</id><published>2009-09-15T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:26:20.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A leaf from 15 september of the masker's schoolday</title><content type='html'>It was distressing at school today. I should have went to the doctor and get a MC, so that I need not turn up for school today... Well, anyway this is my tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed too hard today, when the science teacher mentioned the canal successively five times in one sentence. Mann chill it, it was just that he faked an angmor accent while he pronounced the word, and that Asian-trying-to-be-caucasian diction just had a peculiar inkling of perversion. Ok, it's just me, don't go to your father and demand him to say 'vagina' five times. I assure you he'll smack you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ Chen did an ancient love dance during ACC. He warbled an ancient chinese love poem, Fei Yu Qing-style. As he scaled the lake of BAI PO, on an imaginary boat, with his fictitious oar, in search for his quixotic foxy babe. I must say, not bad for a seven decade old teacher to actually yodle this epic chinese composition in a sonorous voice. ( actually i didn't mess up in ACC...hehheh:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my unique artistic touch during ART! The first elongated ten minutes were spent trying to synthesize the broken pieces of my spastic mind, as I quickly put my dopey thoughts to my 2B, hoping to at least impress the exquisite NanZheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE CAME ENGLISH!! I was squarely beaten by 'Justice'. Imagine sitting for an impromtu timed Compo Practice.&amp;nbsp;TheMasker sticked to the sagacious ethics of narrative, and barely managed to proficiently crap out a masterpiece. ( note that it is crapped out...) I am so gonna be the subject of Ms Hua's humiliation tomorrow... Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMBAH FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE... THIS GUY IS GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVbuIZ-5-8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVbuIZ-5-8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: finally able to post pictures on blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-8458052680641044340?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/8458052680641044340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaf-from-15-september-of-maskers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8458052680641044340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8458052680641044340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaf-from-15-september-of-maskers.html' title='A leaf from 15 september of the masker&apos;s schoolday'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-3818246042663027095</id><published>2009-09-14T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:45:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues aren't felt on a Chapt 14 Day</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to relish this two weeks of Science's chapter 14. Err... Don't think the wrong way, JUST CONTINUE READING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's "duck" is actually alkaline in nature, and it cancels out the astringent condition of his partner's "hole" when it enters the acidic canal. " It's amazing how nature does things, like make things neutral in processes like this." The Science teacher stated in an indifferent, monotonous sonance, as his horned-rimmed glasses slides down nose, creating a Dumbledore effect, which in further enhanced by his wily-looking tilted eyes. ( whether the teacher is scheming.. hehheh i dont know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many slides after this came the Fun Facts page, whereby one particular point asseverated that Using Steroids actually does harm to the male's two precious treasure hanging from his duck. "Apparently," He explained,"Steroids expands your muscles, but shrinks your balls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OROCHIMARU DOES THE PECULATOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="pid=a1314329" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://roxik.com/pictaps/viewer.swf" /&gt;&lt;embed width="380" height="360" flashvars="pid=a1314329" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://roxik.com/pictaps/viewer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-3818246042663027095?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/3818246042663027095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-blues-arent-felt-on-chapt-14-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/3818246042663027095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/3818246042663027095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-blues-arent-felt-on-chapt-14-day.html' title='Monday Blues aren&apos;t felt on a Chapt 14 Day'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-9098644727117468304</id><published>2009-09-11T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:02:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day into band</title><content type='html'>Another day of slacking, another day of blasting. From yesterday,-the first time I touched the Dark Adventure and Beyond the Highland scores- I can very confidently tell everyone that the bass part is a piece of cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While our melodic pals are busy trying to enrich their diapason, the lower brass were having fun with the dynamics. And I was assuring HuaYu that ff means to semi-blast in Dark Adventure, because it gives the odyssey feel.Yes!Mr Glosz would call it musical style:), one step closer to becoming SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ivan couldn't stop laughing when Shoki complained that he couldn't hear the melodic parts. I was taunting Ivan that I could go louder -which i actually can :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had kickball, or they would call kampung soccer, later. I could hear the OOs and the AAHs whenever some idiot whacks the balls. Well, judging from the fact that we are using the width of the pri sch plaza as our court, they are really half muscles but no brains :(.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I am so looking forward to a concert with Dark Adventure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-9098644727117468304?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/9098644727117468304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-into-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/9098644727117468304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/9098644727117468304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-into-band.html' title='Another day into band'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-7649200628609120666</id><published>2009-09-09T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:12:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A penny for my thoughts and I would have been a millionaire</title><content type='html'>I was staring at the Bangladeshi worker washing the floors of the market adjacent to the hawker centre where i was at. I thought of the water lost to his convenience. I was thinking if he had sticked to the traditional method of mopping the floor, we could salvage that scarce resource. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was zoning out at the table, lost my appetite to don't know what. Then I found myself gazing at my grandmother's chopsticks. The wooden untensil was resting on a fatty duck meat, while granny's nifty eyes caught another bigger piece of chow, the chopsticks -just as fast- darted into that juicy brawn, before grandma decided to maneuver the tool towards the biggest --braised duck drumsticks. I was thinking that if granny wasn't picking on the food, I might not have been told off by mom for not eating (MY MUM SCOLDS ME FOR THAT!), and I might already have grabbed that tender drumstick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had chicken wings... I was thinking, how many chickens have died for this cause? How many chickens had had its throat slited, eyes gorged out, head hammered off, body grinded by modern technology so that their only two wings can be burned over that luminous flame, set ablazed by that smoke after having that sticky honey spread marinated on it for that ensanguined $8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i was spacing out -again- before I was astouned by this wonderful singing of JINGLE BELLS by one of the cook at the CharKwayTeow stall. Well, it was just---too flat and he had rhythmic problems. There were hints of perverted humour in the husked drone, and he sounded between A-do and an exhausted 吴宗宪.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, if you were to listen attentively to my two cents worth, you WILL be amazed at how I can turn black into white. (someone with half a brain should know not to take this literal...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-7649200628609120666?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/7649200628609120666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-staring-at-bangladeshi-worker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/7649200628609120666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/7649200628609120666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-staring-at-bangladeshi-worker.html' title='A penny for my thoughts and I would have been a millionaire'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-4850185318236354559</id><published>2009-09-09T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:44:07.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;'But' is a word used to delay the inevitable,&amp;nbsp;a word to contradict, a word which when said sometimes gives the same impact as a certain expletive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mum :&amp;nbsp; Hey! 你没有服药啊？这种是不可以delay的！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : 我忘记啦。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mum : 打psp就不会忘记哦？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mum : 不要but了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've realised of a new way to promote sales within the Singapore community now. Apparently this new method is by putting two or more music groups into one new group, and giving them a new name. My mum was back from the market, and she proudly handed me a 'new' album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mum : 你看，有新的band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : (saw that it was actually Jay Chou, 王立宏&amp;nbsp;and JJ lin, in a 'new' band called RnB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;shot a diao face&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpEipgoZ3Kk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpEipgoZ3Kk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ps: i should go back to my mugging status...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-4850185318236354559?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/4850185318236354559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-things-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4850185318236354559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4850185318236354559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-things-today.html' title='Random things today....'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-8458734811434079683</id><published>2009-09-07T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:38:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take things for granted</title><content type='html'>Don't really feel like writing anything, but I've to keep the blog ALIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was running smoothly... Listening Comprehension, slacking-for-a-while, up to read-the-passage. HCL Oral is, well, HCL Oral... The teachers would spend hours persuading you to memorize some model-会话-answer, and when the exam questions come, you find yourself in deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep shit, because you have just wasted ur mugging time memorising on some stuffs which you-tried-and-tried-and-tried-but-just-couldn't-use-in-the-exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no offence, but that didn't happen to me. Why? Simple, the only time I was mugging was during the 7.30-8.00 am period before the exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really amusing to see those I-wasted-my-time-mugging-on-nothing faces&amp;nbsp;after I exited from the examination hall. The first thing 鸭子said was,“早知道, I should have go doTA... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that anti-mugging paid off. I'm sure it wouldn't happen again in ten years, so I'm off to hit the books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRED GOES SWIMMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEqwKNNQBwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEqwKNNQBwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred is some obnoxious kid on YouTube who tries to be funny by speeding up his voice and making it high pitched. All he does is talk about random stuff in that annoying-gay voice the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-8458734811434079683?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/8458734811434079683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-take-things-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8458734811434079683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8458734811434079683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-take-things-for-granted.html' title='Don&apos;t take things for granted'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-4708090385319574763</id><published>2009-09-06T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:27:34.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason behind of the tongue</title><content type='html'>While watching Boys over flowers, I realised that while some of us are very enthusiastic in perfecting the Korean language, especially in speaking, the Koreans are also very keen in polishing their English. It dawned upon me that people are not practising what their mentors are preaching. Our teachers are ranting endlessly for us to pass our chinese, (which often proves to be futile...:( ) while most of us here are practising on other foreign language. Well, people predict the Chinese market to prosper, and making China one of the major hub for trade. So why then are we practising on Korean, Japanese knowing very well of the limited opportunities to speak the language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqNtTb0ZJCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-svcqE9qMoU/s1600-h/gujunpyo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqNtTb0ZJCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-svcqE9qMoU/s320/gujunpyo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've realised that we speak those languages because for some strange resons, it make us look cool and trendy. According to my 3hours-of-listening-to-the-characters-in-&lt;em&gt;Boys over flowers&lt;/em&gt;-speaking-korean, I discovered that one of the factors that attribute to this feeling of being trendy, is the&amp;nbsp;beautiful phonology of this language. Korean has&amp;nbsp;charming prosodic qualities too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second reason for this is also becuase people want to associate themselves with these koreans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqNwXam1wkI/AAAAAAAAABA/-r0dc2Z8C1A/s1600-h/Koo_Hye-Sun_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqNwXam1wkI/AAAAAAAAABA/-r0dc2Z8C1A/s320/Koo_Hye-Sun_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqNxMrZnXVI/AAAAAAAAABI/JfiYRXIVgZY/s1600-h/3196300318_9ce8518794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqNxMrZnXVI/AAAAAAAAABI/JfiYRXIVgZY/s320/3196300318_9ce8518794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;you see for yourselves how beautiful these people are. It's no wonder that people want to have affliations with them - and firstly, by speaking the same language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-4708090385319574763?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/4708090385319574763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-behing-of-tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4708090385319574763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4708090385319574763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-behing-of-tongue.html' title='The reason behind of the tongue'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqNtTb0ZJCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-svcqE9qMoU/s72-c/gujunpyo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1091747795613196487</id><published>2009-09-05T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:04:48.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bushed</title><content type='html'>I was slacking through the first half of my Homecoming shift. Settling comfortably at the steamers place, and playing Duel Masters with an equally bored ducky. C'mon, gimme a job! And BenChua would occassionally pop around and spoil our game...To hell with you righteous idiots!!!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, i helped earn $20 for the second half. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqJ8AyCHSHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LVSm1aP7Vnw/s1600-h/Photo0388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqJ8AyCHSHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LVSm1aP7Vnw/s320/Photo0388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqJ7-aKXpHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hDiomkFKeaQ/s1600-h/Photo0386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqJ7-aKXpHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hDiomkFKeaQ/s320/Photo0386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those two pics are in the morning when i was still soundly asleep at home. hehheh, who cares about taking pics? ( kope from darrel's blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;福迪馆... I remembered that I was that smart idiot who came up with the chinese characters... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSB2TpeY-2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSB2TpeY-2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1091747795613196487?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1091747795613196487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bushed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1091747795613196487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1091747795613196487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bushed.html' title='I&apos;m bushed'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFvOkh3QfVE/SqJ8AyCHSHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LVSm1aP7Vnw/s72-c/Photo0388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1097220460805247947</id><published>2009-09-04T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:11:59.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonnes of homework</title><content type='html'>I walk the road of bequest. Why do we go to school? Do we go to school for&amp;nbsp;our beloved future? Do we go to school for our parents, whose only requests are good academic results? Do we go to school, because the shopping malls don't open at such wee hours in the morning?&amp;nbsp;Even though we can foretell homewrok, why do we&amp;nbsp;complain like some&amp;nbsp;@sshole when we&amp;nbsp; receive the damned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework, and I'm sure most of you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Homework ensconce itself comforably on friday, squashing Saturday flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Homework makes the people mad, sniggers and laughs and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;The homework dogma ruins man's ego, and spoils his day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;this is poem is a property of VICLAUS YIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My grandad reveals that in his youth, he was a student by day, and a plantation worker by night. And tell me why i wasn't surprised when i saw his report card..."31/40" ...zzz (he's proud tt he was from chung cheng main, but i think CHS is much better...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said i walk this road of legacy, though we're apart by two generations, we have the common purpose for education - THE BRIGHT FUTURE LIES AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna finished this pile of homework and then start mugging for EOYS!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who can't handle violence, pls dont click play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hw4wzwYeZ0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hw4wzwYeZ0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys tommorrow in &lt;a href="mailto:Homecoming@CHS"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homecoming@CHS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1097220460805247947?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1097220460805247947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonnes-of-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1097220460805247947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1097220460805247947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonnes-of-homework.html' title='Tonnes of homework'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-2237619549705712163</id><published>2009-09-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:34:43.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depths of Boredom</title><content type='html'>BOREDOM. That's the word to use when I got my first MC of the year for PE. Yes, the FIRST. Imagine sitting down on the grandstand area and&amp;nbsp;zooning out as EOY approaches. Well, I was like reading my scrambled sci notes (&lt;strike&gt;and HCL Oral notes&lt;/strike&gt; mann chill it!) while watching the red badges playing their cranky game of soccer. It's really amusing to see how that bunch of rascals kicking each other on the legs, while sometimes, one or two pro manage to&amp;nbsp;dribble past the mob of rampaging bulldozers and net home. Mann, I wanna play something! &lt;strike&gt;Curse this bout of illness...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; But i&amp;nbsp;have to get along with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we had some kind of personality test during the CRUSH session, and I got 'critics'. Yeah, I ain't rantting&amp;nbsp;i am a critic sort in reality, but just know that i rebuke people usually because u KAJIAO me first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-2237619549705712163?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/2237619549705712163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/depths-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/2237619549705712163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/2237619549705712163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/depths-of-boredom.html' title='Depths of Boredom'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1441154205109936653</id><published>2009-09-02T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:28:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD( or rather, DRINK) for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some people prefer Coke Zero to the original Coca-cola recipe. I don't see how this zero calorie can become people's first choice, i mean how can a can of fizzy drink be zero calorie? Anyhow, there are rumours surfacing that Coke Zero, Coke Light, Pepsi Zero,...and the like actually kills sperms! Apparently it is the artificial sweeteners that actually does this gruesome job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last night, as I reluctantly sipped through my Kickapoo Zero ( my mum ordered it...)I realised that sucralose (some wierd artificial sweetener i found on the label) has replaced sucrose( natural sugar .. duh). Think about it, we're actually consuming chemicals which derived from don't know where, and most people actually feel cool about it. I guess the coca-cola people did an excellent job in painting the ZERO CALORIE word. *hands down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now did I just sparked off a lightbulb in your heads? Think about food in the future...Like how in the past salt has been replaced by MonoSodiumGlutamate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I just thought that MAYBE, some smart guy can create some kind of capsule that when eaten can trigger the memory of a specific taste in our brains. That'll be cool, and MSG, when&amp;nbsp;taken excessively causes hairfall,&amp;nbsp;can now be&amp;nbsp;consumed without having to&amp;nbsp;worry about&amp;nbsp;its drawbacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Three cheers to Health and M...Memory Food!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;Hip, Hip Hoorray&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;CHEERIOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1441154205109936653?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1441154205109936653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-or-rather-drink-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1441154205109936653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1441154205109936653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-or-rather-drink-for-thought.html' title='FOOD( or rather, DRINK) for thought'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1918930242744906675</id><published>2009-09-01T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:32:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ill</title><content type='html'>38 degrees celcius! WTF... im down with this bout of sore throat + cold... But im still going to sch. After all, tmr is the last HCL double period before the HCL oral, and having one years wif long, we know very well that she would only go through oral on double periods. Fret not, im better now, 37.1 degrees celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i was surfing the net and i came across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2oLoBpFmho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2oLoBpFmho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1918930242744906675?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1918930242744906675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/38-degrees-celcius-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1918930242744906675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1918930242744906675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/09/38-degrees-celcius-wtf.html' title='I&apos;m ill'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1947774886411045980</id><published>2009-08-31T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:27:32.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It rained thrice today     +        teachers day</title><content type='html'>It rained&amp;nbsp;thrice in succession&amp;nbsp;today. Each time it poured, I could sense the melancholy that came along. When the first&amp;nbsp;cloudburst hit land at home, i could see the precipitation paint the buildings outside to a sombre shade of grey. Yes it was that heavy.&amp;nbsp;The drizzle&amp;nbsp;during curriculum time wasnt that bad; the field was wet and i decided not to hang around there. The third shower went on an onslaught, I quickly ran home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's teachers' day celebrations was&amp;nbsp;a total waste of time,&amp;nbsp;fortunately&amp;nbsp;it was D&amp;amp;T (useless) and HCL (which i hate) that we&amp;nbsp;missed so, no hard feelings from me. And yeah, the finale rock band was&amp;nbsp;a disappointment&amp;nbsp;(esp the vocalists, and Mr McCaleenan can go back to teaching, pls...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i met some CHIO BUs @ NLPS. It was worth the taxi fare,&amp;nbsp;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: -im taller than most of my ex-classmates, in ur faces!!&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -i expect another downpour later today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1947774886411045980?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1947774886411045980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-rained-thrice-today-teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1947774886411045980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1947774886411045980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-rained-thrice-today-teachers-day.html' title='It rained thrice today     +        teachers day'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-6613221085343466214</id><published>2009-08-30T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:53:47.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShOrT pOsT</title><content type='html'>Yes, I will be going to NLPS tmr. There is no band tmr, which means I can slack...=D&amp;nbsp; Well, it's been so long, will be the first time im going back to northland as alumni. Hope i can get to see some of my chio ex-classmates.. haha. Anyone wanna go tgt call&amp;nbsp; me. my number hasnt change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-6613221085343466214?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/6613221085343466214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/6613221085343466214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/6613221085343466214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-post.html' title='ShOrT pOsT'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-1785611265938537736</id><published>2009-08-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:58:33.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An inspirational philosophy lesson from viclaus ( warning gory violence inside...)</title><content type='html'>idk wat to write, but someone asked me to update this blog. well, i'll start wif some crap philosophy that i just crapped out from my crappy brain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that people are rather instinctive than intellectual today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What language will you speak to when u meet a stranger?&amp;nbsp; English(singlish isn't globally accepted as a language, so it doesn't counts)? mandarin? Would you like study him/her for two whole days then deciide which language to speak? Or would u just whack some cheem english? Can guessing have a go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do u make ur way to sch? (if ur dad doesn't drive you then... duh!) would u like analyse how every step u take would lead u away from school, or would u just walk the same way u did yesterday, still in that sleeping mood? ( i can't think of a better instinctive example...&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.how would u react when u go to this website ( warning: pls turn OFF ur speakers, gore, horror, malicious, morbid, scary; if ur have got heart problems, skip this; note that i am NOT liable if u become sick/ill/even die/annoy ur neighbours/ develop nightmares&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aft u go to this website...)&amp;nbsp;: &lt;a href="http://www.killerjo.net/"&gt;http://www.killerjo.net/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; would u like scream in fear and have goosebumps appear on ur skin? or would u just dismiss&amp;nbsp; this as another lame site, which is used to scare the daylights out of people? ( which is what im doing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ok, im done... good day/night guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-1785611265938537736?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/1785611265938537736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspirational-philosophy-lesson-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1785611265938537736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/1785611265938537736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspirational-philosophy-lesson-from.html' title='An inspirational philosophy lesson from viclaus ( warning gory violence inside...)'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-8026550784170806394</id><published>2009-08-27T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:19:02.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ostin here&lt;br /&gt;i helped vic in completing this blogskin&lt;br /&gt;so he ought to thank me&lt;br /&gt;right??&lt;br /&gt;instead he gave me hugs and kisses...EWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-8026550784170806394?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/8026550784170806394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/ostin-here-i-helped-vic-in-completing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8026550784170806394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8026550784170806394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/ostin-here-i-helped-vic-in-completing.html' title=''/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-4032356402141477429</id><published>2009-08-27T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:35:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Appreciation</title><content type='html'>As the 'parady' blasted through the conductor's newly-bought speakers, I began to think of 2011. Not the 'O' levels la, look at my title...&amp;nbsp; -.-&amp;nbsp; Yes, that fantastic piece was played by some Japanese Sec 2 band for their Japanese contest, similar to our SYF, some grade 4+, I reckon?&lt;br /&gt;Early this year, our seniors aced their way through SYF with Golden Jubilee (grade 3). Our japanese counterparts are PWNing some grade 4+ piece, while we are like struggling through Exultate and March 98. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;the conductor&amp;nbsp;was like taunting us about the dull 34 years of no-gold-awards before the 2nd milleniuem came, obviously, picking on our musicality handicap. Well, it can't be helped that some 14 year-old are owning us( and our seniors -_-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a sec 2-- and having one sec 1 under my wing who is like also pwning me( although i always catch up, hey he got 2 years experience leh...), I coundn't help but think whether we could maintain our standards of honour, or fall beneath the shadows of our past glory...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp; you got me thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-4032356402141477429?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/4032356402141477429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-appreciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4032356402141477429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/4032356402141477429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-appreciation.html' title='Music Appreciation'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693778875190334867.post-8157529268721796159</id><published>2009-08-26T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:23:21.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Singlish!  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tis' the first time im using blogger, since p5 [ google my name and u can see my p5 blog(its balls)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i decided just now that i will be posting my thoughts onto the net, coz its cool and trendy. yay :D  and thats how my blog was born. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i will be like posting things from tmr onwards. yeah. Tag me if u want, link me also. yeah thks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: screwed term 3 MR!! even got PWNed by carrot!!&lt;/span&gt;      &gt;,&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693778875190334867-8157529268721796159?l=viclausthemasker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/feeds/8157529268721796159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-singlish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8157529268721796159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693778875190334867/posts/default/8157529268721796159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viclausthemasker.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-singlish.html' title='Ode to Singlish!  :)'/><author><name>Expressed,  Viclaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391496070822045394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
