<?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-5518207</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:44:42.910+10:00</updated><category term='post post hiatus'/><title type='text'>Exhale </title><subtitle type='html'>Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-3086212866226940288</id><published>2008-04-06T04:42:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:33:54.727+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the Absent (physically, metaphorically ...)1. Dear Sarah, Steph and Gwen - it's been great to hear from all of you this week. :) People always say that there's nothing better than face-to-face conversation but I think that gives it far too much credit. In times like these when we're diffused spatially and even temporally, "face-to-face" conversation is not just the luxury we can't afford but a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/3086212866226940288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/3086212866226940288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-absent-physically-metaphorically.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-3122733218223480116</id><published>2008-01-06T19:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:54:25.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ruminations For a while, I believed 'being humble' meant underplaying any personal triumphs or qualities. Proper humility was best gauged by how insistently I self-deprecated and proclaimed 'it was nothing.' To demonstrate an appropriately modest countenance, nothing but a complete disavowal of my attributes would do.Perhaps it was the culture I grew up in, with its emphasis on polite modesty. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/3122733218223480116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/3122733218223480116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2008/01/ruminations-for-while-i-believed-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-2313644790778904647</id><published>2007-10-15T02:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:09:39.902+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am under duress to blog.But I still love my MOOFIKINS, JAESSON.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/2313644790778904647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/2313644790778904647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-under-duress-to-blog_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-7033897282385725292</id><published>2007-10-11T01:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:45:32.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a disastrous mid-term exam, my Chinese history prof commented on the online forum that he was 'heartbroken' that so many of us couldn't tell apart the Yellow river from the Yangtze river.I suspect I still can't.Onto other news: my DEAR Life science professor is offering TWO OPTIONS for a make-up tutorial: embarassment and public humiliation. WOULD YOU dress up in costume at a PUBLIC event </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7033897282385725292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7033897282385725292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-disastrous-mid-term-exam-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-8965624830186548202</id><published>2007-10-08T03:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T03:09:10.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man Candy  Hands off Murali! The one on the right is MINE! Muahahahaha.(hey don't say you didn't ask for it :P)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/8965624830186548202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/8965624830186548202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-candy-hands-off-murali-one-on-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt_wicksiDc/RwkRj1JmT9I/AAAAAAAAACs/940ckNEOKI4/s72-c/oooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-8277412333131049994</id><published>2007-07-08T16:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:32:59.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has been a strange and faintly ridiculous weekend. Suffice to say that I'm not sure what the hell I've been doing and I really need to think a bit more sometimes. Or maybe a bit less. Both can lead to problematic and sticky situations.But oh well. I'll post up random happy pictures because I'm trying to reclaim my Zen spot and because I'm bored.-roar!-Congrats Eugene! You've finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/8277412333131049994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/8277412333131049994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-has-been-strange-and-faintly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt_wicksiDc/RpB-lDlVccI/AAAAAAAAACc/7MoDxfCpv3s/s72-c/PICT0385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-2133970595641360056</id><published>2007-07-06T00:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T03:50:35.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Holy Mother of Pearl!" - incoherent ranting around the bend.Haha Jah, I'm using your pet phrase becausei) I miss you. *snuggles*ii) I thought this was appalling enough to warrant such an interjection:Posts on the maidlibrary.com.sg forum:"making a servant stand in corner or outside seems very appropriate to me and is good for teaching them their place in life""A disobedient maid should be made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/2133970595641360056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/2133970595641360056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/07/holy-mother-of-pearl-incoherent-ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-4702556063332874089</id><published>2007-06-26T01:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:04:59.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU WANT FREE ICE CREAM??(even though it rubs against your conscience)Quote of the day:*at Island Cremery*Jeanne: 2 Pulut Hitam and 1 Soursop icecream...and ...a baked Alaska please!Staff: Ok...will that be all? $11.50 please.Jeanne: *hands over card*Staff: Oh I'm sorry, we only accept cash!Jeanne: Oh...I don't have cash on hand.Staff: *shrugs* Oh that's alright. You can pay tomorrow.Jeanne: *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4702556063332874089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4702556063332874089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-want-free-ice-cream-even-though-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-3011135583177226507</id><published>2007-06-24T01:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T03:36:38.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Thought BubbleFor me, the worst part about being around people who bring you down is that after a while you actually start to believe the things they say about you. True or not, the limitations they ascribe ultimately become yours. Invisible boundaries which you accept and make your own.And you start to think that maybe these walls were inherent; that they were always there but you just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/3011135583177226507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/3011135583177226507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-thought-bubble-for-me-worst-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-7190634656841631785</id><published>2007-06-22T00:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:22:01.978+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a fringe!I haven't had one since primary school. I had forgotten the sensation of having hair against my forehead.From some angles I think I look quite odd. Sigh. I need to grow into my new hair.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7190634656841631785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7190634656841631785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-fringe-i-havent-had-one-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-4211501125861349934</id><published>2007-06-19T00:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:59:23.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick, Hungover, GrouchingLadies and Gentlemen I officially have a stalker. Whoopdeedoo.And in the clear of day, I always regretfully experience the costs of late night drinking. Physically and monetarily.I haven't reset my bodyclock.I keep harbouring evil thoughts.In my very uncharitable mental state, I have started thinking about the types of people who perennially annoy/irritate me. In no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4211501125861349934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4211501125861349934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/sick-hungover-grouching-ladies-and_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-2045839177174094789</id><published>2007-06-16T18:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:54:35.758+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TravelogueA rare photo in which my dear brother deigns to show his face.I left for Rome a pilgrim aspiring to higher, and returned like any other debased commercial tourist. And I have a whole lot of trinkets, Baci chocolates, duty-free shopping and 1GB cards full of images (some useless like the one above; others of places with names I've forgotten) to prove it!Perhaps also returning with a tad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/2045839177174094789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/2045839177174094789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/travelogue-rare-photo-in-which-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt_wicksiDc/RnPYlSDMFKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2FWrTmojQD8/s72-c/PICT0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-1141745911991886011</id><published>2007-06-02T20:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:53:31.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gwen: *moaning* I don't even know what I did to it to deserve this...maybe its because I've been neglecting it for a while, but even still why is this happening to me?? Why is this creature tormenting me so...I hate it Jeanne. I hate it.She was talking about her Fujitsu laptop which keeps hanging. I so feel your pain Gwen.I watched Pirates 3 yesterday with Ian! I haven't done much with my brother</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/1141745911991886011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/1141745911991886011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/gwen-moaning-i-dont-even-know-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-4547827428177624586</id><published>2007-06-01T01:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:00:08.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At Zouk on the Eve of Vesak DayFirst of all, a very Happy Birthday Brandon! :)There was a phenomenal queue outside Zouk yesterday. Apart from the 1-hour wait, I was very upset to learn that I would actually have to pay a cover charge on a Wednesday night.Brandon: *breaking the news* There's no free entry for ladies on the eve of public holidays!Me: What?! ... ...Will I get free entry if I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4547827428177624586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4547827428177624586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-zouk-on-eve-of-vesak-day-first-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-7212878026559066382</id><published>2007-05-28T00:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:51:40.185+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Small Moment of Self-PraiseI made Bruschetta and Vegetarian pasta! I'm so proud of myself!Incidentally, learning how to cook properly is one of my holiday resolutions. (see previous post)I have moved up 0.5 points up the culinary scale! I now stand at a grand 4.5/10 on Dominic's (very arbitrarily decided) cooking chart!Dom: So what can you cook?Me: ...Well. I can make instant noodles...with an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7212878026559066382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7212878026559066382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/05/small-moment-of-self-praise-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-7623117910928974391</id><published>2007-05-25T21:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:34:51.158+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a sidenote, am I the only one irritated by the Straits Times' coverage of the University of New South Wales (UNSW) withdrawal from Singapore?This has been labelled a blow to Singapore's searing 'vision' of becoming a 'world class educational hub'. Nevertheless, Singapore will 'press on' and continue to keep up its actually 'good trackrecord' of attracting foreign universities.I don't think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7623117910928974391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/7623117910928974391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-sidenote-am-i-only-one-irritated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-6575809538683798180</id><published>2007-05-25T18:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:29:58.942+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello again world!As it is in the post-post hiatus world of Jeanneblogdom, my entries are becoming increasingly erratic and irregular. I take full responsibility for this. I really ought to maintain this blog a little better. After all its been with me for ages and possibly the only way by which I can leave some tangible mark on the world (wide web) even after I die. I think. Are inactive blogs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/6575809538683798180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/6575809538683798180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-again-world-as-it-is-in-post-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-4512487286690678040</id><published>2007-04-11T02:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T02:03:04.522+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post post hiatus'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post-post HiatusHaha I read my previous post and I sound like a whiny bitch. I'm sorry I put you through that.However I still maintain that Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri is overrated and is best borrowed, not bought.Anyway I know I said I would try and blog more...and I tried! On March 19th at 12.15am and on March 21st 11.45pm I attempted to upload 2 posts, but blogger thwarted me and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4512487286690678040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/4512487286690678040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-post-hiatus-haha-i-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-116849334155626047</id><published>2007-01-11T15:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:29:01.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much for coming out of hiatus.School's started and I have a bad feeling that thing's are going to be crazy again, especially once tutorials kick in. USP's still fun. USP people are still great. FASS is big and faceless, but then again what's new.And PGP still resembles a Hong Kong slum. I got an unexpected surprise while cleaning out my new dorm room - soiled women's underwear in the cupboard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/116849334155626047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/116849334155626047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-much-for-coming-out-of-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-116713711427803811</id><published>2006-12-26T22:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:45:14.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose it's about time to emerge from hiatus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/116713711427803811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/116713711427803811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-suppose-its-about-time-to-emerge-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-115337295537794416</id><published>2006-07-20T14:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:25:56.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a new assignment thanks to Melissa! I am to become an 'undercover' shopper, covertly rating the service standards of various shopping outlets in Singapore! Isn't that great? It combines two of my favourite activities - shopping and making critical assessments of people. Which is essentially what I do in this blog, no?Preliminary assessment of Service Standards in S'poreI don't think I'm a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115337295537794416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115337295537794416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-new-assignment-thanks-to-melissa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-115293424840217833</id><published>2006-07-15T12:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:27:43.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions of a Relief Teacher Part IIIFor the oft-absent studentHe is an uncommon animal:Hardly spotted, but when seen,the moment is fleeting and brief.For the permanently stoned, glaze-eyed oneWilted rose languishing in the corner -Turn not your back on the sun!Your errant head in symbiosis with the snug surface of your desk -for from thence your life-blood flows. The 'I-wanna-be-a-Bimbo!' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115293424840217833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115293424840217833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/07/confessions-of-relief-teacher-part-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-115244955682948457</id><published>2006-07-09T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:52:36.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was never really a fan of Superman. Nope. Not ever. And it goes beyond the garish tights.And no it's not a typical girl aversion toward comic book characters! I never really read the comics themselves but I watched the shows...which is almost the same thing. Haha. Ok apologies to purists who may be gasping in horror now. But in any case, Xmen was firmly established in my canon of favourite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115244955682948457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115244955682948457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-never-really-fan-of-superman.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-115219000553728641</id><published>2006-07-06T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:46:45.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Spa or Not to Spa?I have yet another pair of shoes to add to my collection, which is growing at an approximate rate of 2 pairs per month. I find justification in the old adage ‘One can never have too many shoes’ (and bags) which was probably coined by some other Shoe slut, though the words in parenthesis are my own modification. Nevertheless, I will have you know that I am not driven by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115219000553728641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115219000553728641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-spa-or-not-to-spa-i-have-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-115116312148193751</id><published>2006-06-24T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:36:24.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shall never go clubbing without a guy again. Club bouncers are not enough, I need my own personal bouncer.I went to MOS with Anjali the other day to show her around because she'd wanted to go for a while. So we hung around having drinks, fishing out lychees out of her lychee Martini, attempting to take pictures with our cellphones, watching the bartender drop the bottles he was juggling and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115116312148193751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115116312148193751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-shall-never-go-clubbing-without-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-115099052844518883</id><published>2006-06-23T00:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:35:28.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha Father Richard Ambrose is a great speaker. How come I can't speak like him? Instead I'm relegated to writing sad, sardonic entries about 3-star flicks.And speaking of movies, Scary Movie 4 is ...well. What can I say. What we've come to expect of the Scary Movie franchise. Though I think one of the best scenes was when Ann Faris was talking to the Ju-on boy-haunt in a mixture of rubbish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115099052844518883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115099052844518883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-father-richard-ambrose-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-115055801426353677</id><published>2006-06-17T23:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:26:54.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frivolous Entry:How to Reconcile a Shopaholic and a Cheapskate (With great difficulty)It's the GREAT SINGAPORE SALE!(Ok fine it's been on for a while)A month meant for rampant shopping and maxed out credit cards.And what does this also mean?More opportunities for me to get ripped off! Because as friends will know, I have earned notoriety for attracting rip-offs and ripper-offers. And a whole lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115055801426353677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/115055801426353677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/06/frivolous-entry-how-to-reconcile.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114830380766283995</id><published>2006-05-22T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:16:49.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha as a follow up to my previous post, I can assure everyone that no one's going to come out of the Da Vinci Code movie going 'Omg! I've been living a lie!' And why?It was just lame. Impt moments in the movie where cruical information was supposed to be revealed turned out to be quite laughable because of a poor, heavily condensed script which did not build up any suspense/tension/anticipation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114830380766283995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114830380766283995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-as-follow-up-to-my-previous-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114741964692990264</id><published>2006-05-12T17:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:48:28.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. That is all. All art is quite useless.Oscar Wilde, Preface of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Ok, before struggling Lit students rejoice, the last bit about 'all art being quite useless' was Wilde's own potshot at the Victorian, utilitarian concept that "good Literature" had to have a social function; ie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114741964692990264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114741964692990264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-is-no-such-thing-as-moral-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114724329539082681</id><published>2006-05-10T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:41:35.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the prickling of my thumbs something wicked this way comes.It's the weirder half of TomKat!I have to say, M:I3 was the ultimate and terrifically shameless ego-rush for the latter. Everyone else including Phillip Seymour Hoffman (Capote and the MI3 villain) was rendered grossly superfluous. I know its an action movie and Tom Cruise is supposed to be. Well. The lead. And that he demanded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114724329539082681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114724329539082681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/by-prickling-of-my-thumbs-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114672065640210542</id><published>2006-05-04T14:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:30:56.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Lindsay Morgan Lohan!I don't really understand this girl. At all.Don't get me wrong. I adored her in Mean Girls and Freaky Friday. She was strangely likeable in Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. And positively sweet in The Parent Trap. And she's not half bad an actress for her young young age.I defended her even after all those reports of perennial partying and cavorting with dubious company</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114672065640210542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114672065640210542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/lindsay-morgan-lohan-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114639170582579966</id><published>2006-04-30T18:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:08:25.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JEANNE'S BOOK CLUBIn another desparate attempt to convince myself that I'm doing something productive and fulfilling this holidays, I'm glad that I've finished reading what are considered to be the three most enduring works of Dystopian literature...in addition to just generally trying to be more literary. (I've always wanted to call myself that one day. Doesn't it have a certain ring to it? :P)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114639170582579966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114639170582579966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeannes-book-club-in-another-desparate.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114628712405017313</id><published>2006-04-29T14:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:09:19.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was at an interview a week ago. I think the most interesting part occured in the waiting room, where I was seated with about 4 other girls who came with their own unique arsenal of weapons: Sharp suits, Crisp accents and the Power to annoy.Scene: Waiting room. 4 girls who represent a vast spectrum of Singaporean JCs - namely the top 3. They all seem to know each other fairly well perhaps because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114628712405017313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114628712405017313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-at-interview-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114578428667200676</id><published>2006-04-23T18:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:30:41.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have just managed to upload photos from my Japan trip and lookitthat!See? I totally wasn't lying when I talked about canned fresh air (300 yen) from Mt Fuji. Quote of the day: (Eric Cartman) You will respect my authori-tay!My brother was telling me ab0ut his attempts at school-sanctioned community service. Apparently and shockingly, he's been helping (out of his own free will) at some children's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114578428667200676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114578428667200676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-just-managed-to-upload-photos-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114560368111363938</id><published>2006-04-21T15:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:14:41.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had to travel 7 hours by plane, over sea and land, endure perilous roads with no toilet breaks, drive round the Pacific Ocean, brave 6am morning calls, climb up the fifth level of the most sacred mountain in Japan in order to see It.And what, pray, was It?The Biggest Rip Off  In The History of the Universe. (Mount Fuji, 5th level, souvenier shop)At first glance it looks like canned sardines or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114560368111363938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114560368111363938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-to-travel-7-hours-by-plane-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114474049438332171</id><published>2006-04-11T17:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:28:14.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Konnichiwa! Kyoo doko e ikimasuka?NIHON E IKIMASU!!I'm leaving for Japan in 6 hours! *excited* Will be back in a week.BTW, uberburger (at Millenia Walk) is a really cool place to hang out at, pricey burgers notwithstanding. I had a Wagyu-style burger ($32) which is essentially the cheapo counterpart of the jaw-dropping $101 Wagyu burger with grade 5- 7 Wagyu beef (whatever that is), truffles, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114474049438332171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114474049438332171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/04/konnichiwa-kyoo-doko-e-ikimasuka-nihon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114448138449084522</id><published>2006-04-08T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:29:44.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was in charge of 4 students during the oral practice period this week. That's when they simulate an actual English oral examination for sec 4s who need more practice in that area. So I was testing them on Conversation that day.Me: Describe an interesting journey you have had.Student #1: .....Can I make something up if I don't know what to say?Me: Sure, just make sure it's believable.Student #1: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114448138449084522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114448138449084522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-in-charge-of-4-students-during-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114431599184862819</id><published>2006-04-06T19:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:33:11.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions of a stand- in Relief Teacher (Part II) Me: *msging the most powerful jedi for help* Sir, how do you deal with sec 3 students who refuse to learn?Most powerful jedi: If you're a girl, just cry. Tell them that you've never given up on anyone, but the sad thing is - maybe they've given up on themselves. Think it'll work?Me: Haha I don't have anymore energy to cry. Anyway, they aren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114431599184862819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114431599184862819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/04/confessions-of-stand-in-relief-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114346805187137754</id><published>2006-03-27T22:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:00:52.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions of a stand-in Relief Teacher.2pm msging Mel and Sarah from the staffroom: SOME KIDS NEED TO DIEWell its true.To call some of the students I came across as 'quiet' would be a bit of an undeserving compliment and a euphemism. Stepping into the classroom was like entering a parallel universe inhabited by extras from Dawn of the Dead. Its one thing to encounter shy/quiet students. Its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114346805187137754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114346805187137754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/03/confessions-of-stand-in-relief-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114318075954290326</id><published>2006-03-24T12:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:12:39.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: "Don't you know the first law of physics? Anything that's fun costs at least $8." (Cartman)That's so true. I need more money.Anyway Ms Leow was showing me this powerpoint quiz called 'Industrial Geography'. I'm not sure how some of the questions were related to Geography but in any case it was pretty interesting. Did you know for instance:1. Michael Jordan is a University </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114318075954290326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114318075954290326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-of-day-dont-you-know-first-law-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114303596722628441</id><published>2006-03-22T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:59:27.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A curious sight today. Or rather, two.Behind and across ACJC lay two huge but neat piles of food - fried rice and an assortment of noodles respectively - ontop of those black, metal, rectangular drain covers. They appeared to have been left there deliberately because this definitely isn't the first time I've seen food dumped there. At the same spots too! Do disgruntled spirits dwell in our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114303596722628441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114303596722628441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/03/curious-sight-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114251617777523201</id><published>2006-03-16T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:36:17.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Bloggade:Anjali ! Como estas? I'm going on with Intermediate Spanish. Are you? Tell me by this week cause I'm going to call the school up soon. And I hope those history essays are getting more lucid.Priya You perfectly epitomize the phrase, still waters run deep...as do simmering grudges. Call you up for another bitch fest; Great catching up with you today!Sarah Lim You have revealed a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114251617777523201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114251617777523201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-bloggade-anjali-como-estas-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114231329361019339</id><published>2006-03-14T15:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:14:53.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother got into AC and he's taking Geog, Hist and Econs too (with Math). Oh goodie! I can vicarously relive my school days through him.Sill idle, bored and unemployed.Going off to Japan in April. Interning in May.So just have to get through March. Sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114231329361019339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114231329361019339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-brother-got-into-ac-and-hes-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114137955504900248</id><published>2006-03-03T18:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:16:51.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And because I honestly have nothing better to do now that I'm unemployed and idle, this blog entry will be about our Incredible and Scary Shrinking World. No its not about globalization.I think, that next to the word 'cadaverous', Webster or Oxford should place a picture of either Marc Antony (the above is a pretty good specimen) or Nicole Kidman after she renounced her auburn tresses.They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114137955504900248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114137955504900248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-because-i-honestly-have-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114122291956358974</id><published>2006-03-02T00:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:01:49.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoopeee! The results are out and the tedious wait is finally over! If I relief teach I get a pay rise now because I actually have higher qualifications! (so I've heard)Some people mentioned I didn't look 'happy' to receive my results. I think its just my face. I look sullen sometimes when I'm really just stoned, nervous or tired. Don't mind my face. You should pretend its not there; really. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114122291956358974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114122291956358974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/03/whoopeee-results-are-out-and-tedious.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114096262770323919</id><published>2006-02-26T22:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:03:49.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Konichiwa!!!!! Hajimemashite??!Japanese is fun! Its a very refined "musical" language - if that makes any logical or grammatical sense at all! Its rolls off your tongue very nicely...once you're actually familiar with the words that is. And right now, unfortunately, I'm not =( In fact during the first Jap lesson, my Spanish vocabularly kept infiltrating! I'd go "Si...oh no wait...Hai". Utterly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114096262770323919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114096262770323919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/02/konichiwa-hajimemashite-japanese-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114057767080416159</id><published>2006-02-22T12:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:07:50.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was walking down Orchard Road a few days ago after work when I was accosted by Steven Lim who was promoting his eyebrow grooming services. ($10) I have to say that standing alone in the middle of Orchard promoting your own business takes some guts - although I suppose that pales in comparison to prancing around Singapore Idol in yellow briefs on national television.Anyway I was suddenly waylaid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114057767080416159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114057767080416159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-walking-down-orchard-road-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114052993644679198</id><published>2006-02-21T23:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:52:16.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm currently trying to learn Spanish out of a Teach Yourself book because I can't bear to pay $300 to carry on with the Intermediate course. But I have to admit I'm not making any more progress. More like getting more confused. There are so many damn tenses! I think I took very much for granted those lessons in the nitty-gritty technical bits of the English language in primary and secondary</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114052993644679198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114052993644679198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-im-currently-trying-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-114009675009365518</id><published>2006-02-16T23:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:32:30.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Butters! One of my favourite Southpark characters apart from Cartman. I think it must be the Southern accent and his applesauce song that appeals to me =) Does anyone know how to bring in Southpark boxsets without running afoul of the law/censors? I need my Southpark fix!Anyway, I've finished my Spanish course and am technically proficient in Basic Spanish ...though I don't really feel it. : I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114009675009365518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/114009675009365518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/02/butters-one-of-my-favourite-southpark.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113906213117709067</id><published>2006-02-04T23:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:08:51.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As with the business world and Reincarnation, my moods go through cyclical fluctuations. So with the euphoric highs reaching a new peak in the last entry, I have hit the inevitable trough and am sobering up. I still do lust after the M.A.C Disney lip tints though, don't get me wrong.After a terrifically monotonous day at work, I made a beeline for the nearest CD shop this week and bought myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113906213117709067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113906213117709067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-with-business-world-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113898292320906857</id><published>2006-02-04T01:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:15:45.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Public Warning Service: A Completely Self-Absorbed and Indulgent EntryIn her latest blog entry, Sarah talks about the good ol’ days of Disney animated cartoons, while Gwen attempts to recall the lyrics to various Disney soundtracks. In lieu of the sudden nostalgia for all things Disney, I must admit I do miss my Snow White and Beauty and the Beast tapes (tapes! Yes that’s how old I’ve become)…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113898292320906857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113898292320906857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/02/public-warning-service-completely-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113845674978908378</id><published>2006-01-28T22:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:25:49.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paris Hilton: "Every woman should have 4 animals in her life; A mink in her wadrobe, a jaguar in her garage, a tiger in her bed, and a jackass to pay for everything."Strangely enough - and I can't believe I'm saying this - that's probably the most quotable and halfway sensible quip Paris Hilton has come up with. I'm still reeling over the 'Barbie is my role model' line.And for the record, I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113845674978908378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113845674978908378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/paris-hilton-every-woman-should-have-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113738509724588132</id><published>2006-01-16T12:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:42:42.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find that writing out stuff in Spanish helps expand my vocabuarly - which is rather limited at present. I think I should do this more often to improve. Besides its fun. :)**hola Anjali! Que tal? yo estoy un poco enferma y mareada…y tu? estas muy bien? estoy aburrida Anjali…quiero nadar, pero estoy muy perezosa. Haha.Oh BTW…Anjali, donde trabajas???Manana, trabajo en la escuela, ACJC – enseno </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113738509724588132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113738509724588132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-find-that-writing-out-stuff-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113733592640532528</id><published>2006-01-16T00:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:38:46.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the bright side.I got my first paycheck!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113733592640532528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113733592640532528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-bright-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113733449579122579</id><published>2006-01-16T00:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:14:57.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aiya irritating people/things/objects/memories, just get out of my life. I can't be bothered to deal with you anymore. Just go away and leave me alone and disappear or something. Stop plaguing me before I sleep and harraunging me when I wake up.Just when I was moaning about how (delightfully) boring and (charmingly) uncomplicated my life was, I had to step in, mess everything up and abruptly jolt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113733449579122579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113733449579122579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/aiya-irritating-peoplethingsobjectsmemo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113715043088549717</id><published>2006-01-13T20:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:07:10.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was on the phone with Gwen 2 days ago.Gwen: Jeanne...I want a boyfriend who's rich and dying.Jeanne: Oh so now you want a boyfriend after you rejected my attempts to match make you.Gwen: But that guy wasn't even rich and dying!Jeanne: Well he was one of the two! So that counts for something.Gwen: Oh. Which one then? Rich? Or old and dying?Jeanne: ...He's serving NS now, what do you think?Gwen: *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113715043088549717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113715043088549717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-on-phone-with-gwen-2-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113685610479248779</id><published>2006-01-10T10:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:21:44.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to this Multi-level Marketing thing for an interview - if you could call it an interview. I always thought that in job interviews the candidate is supposed to answer questions and talk about himself to the interviewer. Well apparently the process is being reversed. I answered a grand total of two and a half questions ("How do I pronounce your name?") yesterday before the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113685610479248779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113685610479248779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday-i-went-to-this-multi-level.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113671490216313678</id><published>2006-01-08T20:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:16:47.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooh...I have just discovered the wonders of technology. I am so ignorant. Now time to (re)discover photoshop!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113671490216313678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113671490216313678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113652933149069770</id><published>2006-01-06T15:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:35:31.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick!Anyway to all the people going into army today, good luck and good bye!Went to Simply Bread yesterday with Sarah, Gwen and Pea where we ordered Everything...yea that's actually the name of a sandwich. Its for people who can't decide what they want in their sandwich so they just go for every filling they have. It was actually quite good; Like a healthy version of a Hamburger. Then Sarah's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113652933149069770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113652933149069770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-sick-anyway-to-all-people-going-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113642427796837935</id><published>2006-01-05T11:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:24:38.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I demand a refund.How can the nozzle head of a fabric paint bottle have no hole??Grr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113642427796837935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113642427796837935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-demand-refund.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113635716864678788</id><published>2006-01-04T16:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:46:08.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sort of had like an old neighbour's gathering yesterday. Mum, Ian and I had lunch with Joelle and her mum.. minus the other ex-neighbour who-shall-not-be-named for once! She's been trailing along for our yearly lunches for the past 2 years, 'leaching off' (as Ian puts it) while making unfavourable comments about other peoples' weight. Sigh. Do I sense my nasty side rearing its head? Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113635716864678788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113635716864678788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/sort-of-had-like-old-neighbours.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113611633308163299</id><published>2006-01-01T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:52:15.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok it looks like I haven't kept to my post- A resolution to blog more. Oh well.Think I've been procrastinating on a lot of things this December. I suppose I better start on those things I'm supposed to do pretty soon. Grr.Random thought: I hope I can get into Law. I don't think I have given my future much thought and now the prospects are quite scary.Well anyway, Happy New Year to everyone! Went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113611633308163299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113611633308163299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-it-looks-like-i-havent-kept-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113331821472840226</id><published>2005-11-30T12:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:36:54.803+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A's are over!! Or rather they've been over a long time ago, but its taken a while to sink in :PHopefully now that work's out of the way for good, this blog will 'come back to life' (to quote Gwen). But in the meantime I'm catching up on half a year's worth of Sims2 ..haha can't get enough of controlling other people.On a side note I need a job! I told that to my mum a few days ago and she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113331821472840226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113331821472840226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-are-over-or-rather-theyve-been-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113241596167058502</id><published>2005-11-20T01:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:59:22.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is it with reality shows and obese people?I was channel surfing yesterday after the prat crit paper and I happened to come across this show called the 'Biggest Loser'. Its something like Villa Wellness ...all these fat people who compete to lose the most weight. And the said person thus becomes known as the 'Biggest Loser'...of weight (if you didn't catch it).I suppose when put in that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113241596167058502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113241596167058502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-it-with-reality-shows-and-obese.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-113228963389751512</id><published>2005-11-18T14:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:53:53.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Literature in daily life:An instance of dramatic ironyDad: *muttering* All these local 'fast food' outlets...sold their souls to Western consumerism...exchanged tradition for the lightweight and superficial...*muttermutter*seconds later when we drive by ShellDad: *enthusiastically* Junkfood, anyone?Bathos if I ever saw one!On the subject, I feel my whole life has been a continuous bathos. But oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113228963389751512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/113228963389751512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/11/literature-in-daily-life-instance-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-112634332498560997</id><published>2005-09-10T18:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:15:32.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh...what a day, what a tiring day. Or maybe I'm just lazy.Went to school at 9 for the SEF geog forum project meeting with Shawn, John and Yongxi. Ended up going all the way to friggin' East Coast Park, to look for evidence of erosion. Well we didn't find much of that in particular, but we did discover immense amounts of trash on the shoreline and signboards that cautioned people against both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112634332498560997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112634332498560997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-112316319208278604</id><published>2005-08-04T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:46:34.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I lost my Methodist Donation card issued by the school, so I went to make a police report. And when I got there two other people from school were making similar reports.Frazzled policeman: 'This is the third time in the week someone's reporting a lost donation card from your school!'So after waiting for 40 minutes for the girl in front to make her report, and for the faulty computer to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112316319208278604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112316319208278604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-thought-i-lost-my-methodist-donation.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-112281278713090880</id><published>2005-07-31T21:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:26:27.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We concluded a series of body combat lessons for PE this week! Thank god! *collapses* My arms are still aching from their stupid push-ups. Concluded that I am definitely the biggest couch potato ever.I suppose in some ways, you could say that body combat was fun. A lot of the other classes in our group seemed to enjoy roundhouse kicks and upper cuts. (WHY???) But then if you're an even bigger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112281278713090880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112281278713090880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-concluded-series-of-body-combat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-112100363059447234</id><published>2005-07-10T23:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:53:50.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Guangzhao!!!!A premature message but oh well :)And Gwen, thanks so much for your help...and the very innovative schemes. ;) Really appreciate it!Have realized that beaches in Sentosa are looking much better. And that tourists who travel in groups there tend to have 2 volumes: Loud and louder.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112100363059447234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112100363059447234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-guangzhao-premature.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-112048335220001500</id><published>2005-07-04T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:22:32.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NLs have been newly painted and now there's a strange smell which won't go away! Mel thinks we should put sliced raw onions in there to absorb the smell.Any tips apart from using air fresheners and onions?Reminds me of the NLs we had in secondary sch. I think our class held the dubious distinction of having the dirtiest and messiest NL classroom. Not helped by the fact that everyone snuck in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112048335220001500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/112048335220001500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/07/nls-have-been-newly-painted-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-111987793021522273</id><published>2005-06-27T23:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:12:10.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A rather uneventful first day back at school.Had a strange speaker for Chapel this morning. Was I the only one who felt just slightly (ok very) disturbed by him? The guy was talking about how he once tried to ressurect a dead classmate in the name of Jesus. That was just such an obvious display of psychosis to me anyway. No way around it.Ok. Perhaps to be a little less harsh, it demonstrated a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111987793021522273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111987793021522273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/06/rather-uneventful-first-day-back-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-111937010833078534</id><published>2005-06-22T01:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T02:08:30.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellohellohello! Just got back from my trip to Switzerland/Italy. No one believes the Italy is probably as hot (or even hotter) than Singapore. 30 degrees and I've got an uneven tan to prove it.Some things I learnt about Europe.1. It is VERY expensive.Found a McDonalds on the 2nd day of the trip. Incidently, the McDonald outlets in Italy probably have the best designed interiors. Its black and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111937010833078534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111937010833078534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/06/hellohellohello-just-got-back-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-111625125771636759</id><published>2005-05-16T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:47:37.720+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to RVHS to sell Camelot tickets today. It was quite unnerving having come from a school where Chinese is like, close to an alien language. I'm quite sure that all the time I was in RV I did not hear a single conversation which was carried out in a language apart from Chinese. The only english I heard was when they saw our posters and went 'Camm...me...lot..'.Guess this is what you call a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111625125771636759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111625125771636759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/05/went-to-rvhs-to-sell-camelot-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-111443822267135789</id><published>2005-04-25T23:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T00:10:22.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have concluded that my history class and our history teacher make an interesting, but rather unfortunate combination.Lessons inevitably fall into a very predictable pattern of us making random comments which in turn distract her and throw her off tangent which then invites even more random comments from us, subsequently leading to an even greater divergence from the lesson.Its a vicious cycle.But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111443822267135789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/111443822267135789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/04/have-concluded-that-my-history-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-110787653743652886</id><published>2005-02-09T01:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:28:57.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from reunion dinner. Feel quite stuffed. Ahh...I am putting on weight! This has to be good. We went to My Humble House at Esplanade...which is probably the most ironic name ever since its hardly what you would call humble. For some strange reason the place is characterized by these ridiculously huge, high-backed chairs. If its an attempt to look homey - it failed! Yea but its kinda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110787653743652886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110787653743652886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-came-back-from-reunion-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-110674122833647172</id><published>2005-01-26T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:07:08.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok the cookies turned out edible...though rather strange in appearance. I guess you can bake with a microwave oven after all. I think Gwen enjoyed eating the cookie dough more than the actual cookies itself though...she wanted to spread it over bread and eat it. Then we carved smiley faces into the back of the cookies once they were done.I feel so tired and...stretched. Had another history S </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110674122833647172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110674122833647172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-cookies-turned-out-edible.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-110622559247035635</id><published>2005-01-20T22:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:53:12.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was planning to do some baking with Gwen tomorrow. Met her today during a combined Chinese class - where our long suffering chinese teacher was screening Romance of the 3 Kingdoms and giving a running commentary at the same time as we attempted half-heartedly to read the subtitles - what is the point of having subtitles in Chinese when the whole film's in Chinese? Haha strange things. Then Gwen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110622559247035635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110622559247035635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2005/01/was-planning-to-do-some-baking-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-110412562047345089</id><published>2004-12-27T15:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:36:04.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hands smell of...aluminium.When school reopens. I need to study to forget. I need to get my A's over with. I need a job. I need to move out away from these irritating people.And I'm going to start finishing my meals. That's my first new years' resolution.This Christmas is seriously full of rubbish. Why are they being so damn noisy? Just shut up la.I need to save money too. I blew $300 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110412562047345089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110412562047345089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-hands-smell-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-110027436317323585</id><published>2004-11-13T01:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T19:49:27.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something strange just happened. A group of people just burst into my room and stood behind me as I chatted online. And they never said a word to me! And a very weird bunch of people too - my younger brother, his genius/child prodigy math tutor, the latter's father who is from China and speaks with a strong Shangainese accent and my own dad who doesn't speak a word of Chinese but gets by with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110027436317323585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/110027436317323585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-strange-just-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109992110383688660</id><published>2004-11-08T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:38:23.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out with Joel in the afternoon and spied this cuddly, fluffy handphone holder thing in the shape of a cow. Bought it on impulse after I realized that it actually starts mooing whenever you receive smses or calls. I think the radiation activates the mooing or something. So me and Joel were just standing in the middle of the store looking really excited, calling each other just to hear the cow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109992110383688660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109992110383688660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/11/went-out-with-joel-in-afternoon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109983945245202354</id><published>2004-11-07T23:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:57:32.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha really love going out with Gwen. We always do really stupid things when we're outside and have a good time laughing the whole day about it. So after doing some stuff for drama a couple of days ago, went with her to orchard to go shopping (more like window shopping as it later turned out). Then we met Kohshay in Far east who told us that she had seen Pea loitering around Orchard with her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109983945245202354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109983945245202354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/11/haha-really-love-going-out-with-gwen.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109949395647274643</id><published>2004-11-03T23:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:59:16.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG I can't believe I got ripped off again. And at a Japanese restaurant again. What is wrong with me???Went to Cine for sushi buffet with John and Joanne today. I wanted ala carte but according to some silly rule everyone at a table has to either order ala carte or buffet - no exceptions. Ok so fine I go with the flow. (why?????) Its $16.90 for all you can eat but I can't eat, partly because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109949395647274643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109949395647274643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/11/omg-i-cant-believe-i-got-ripped-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109938943226756782</id><published>2004-11-02T19:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:57:12.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got ripped off again. At a sushi place. As Anjali put it so well on her blog, I paid $5 for 'two pieces of prawn'.-_-It was partly my fault because I just grabbed the first dish which looked nice off the conveyor belt - but you wouldn't think 2 pieces of prawn would cost 5 bucks now would you??. Then after I had scoffed down everything, I searched for the pricing - which we finally found at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109938943226756782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109938943226756782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-got-ripped-off-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109810334552297715</id><published>2004-10-18T21:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:42:25.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dad just got totally ripped off yesterday at some Chinese restaruant. We went there to celebrate (prematurely) my mum's birthday and the waitress was really insistent that we order fruit juice - and with good reason as we later found out. So anyway we gave in and ordered 3 glasses of apple juice eventually. I did something stupid when I mixed up the layer of pulp floating ontop, so all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109810334552297715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109810334552297715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-dad-just-got-totally-ripped-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109793798977035208</id><published>2004-10-17T01:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:46:29.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a cricket in my mum's room which has been keeping us awake the past few nights with its humming. My dad's gloating over it. He's been sore ever since my mum banished him from the room because he snored too much and too loudly.  Dad: Hah! This is divine retribution! You shouldn't have kicked me out! Now its crickets...next it'll be frogs...then locusts...then all the water in the toilet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109793798977035208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109793798977035208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/10/theres-cricket-in-my-mums-room-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109723342432318319</id><published>2004-10-08T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:03:44.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a most disturbing and weird dream last night. I dreamt I went to the movies to watch this cartoon with my mum. And my entire dream was literally, that movie; I actually came up with an original cartoon/show in my dream! The movie was about these living blobs who worked in a hospital. Most of the details have been lost but I remember one of the blobs was a pregnant nurse named Lollipop and she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109723342432318319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109723342432318319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/10/had-most-disturbing-and-weird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109706805075742061</id><published>2004-10-06T21:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T20:34:15.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its ironic that I've started sleeping more during examination week. Promos could actually do the dark rings under my eyes some good.Chinese was a joke. Didn't understand the comprehension and didn't get the summary. For the essay I did some argumentative on whether Singaporean youths took for granted how lucky they were. It was so bad it could almost be funny. I wrote some rubbish about how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109706805075742061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109706805075742061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-ironic-that-ive-started-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109670109453120259</id><published>2004-10-02T16:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:11:34.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anjali: *months ago. Whining* You haven't blogged in eons....Me: Well... I can promise that I'll blog once a month.Anjali: ...OH WOW.Elaine: *even more months ago* BLOG DAMN IT.Resolution: To blog more frequently. Entries should not be pointless.Having Chinese promos next monday. I think the sole purpose of Chinese exams nowadays are to see how badly we fail because passing seems a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109670109453120259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109670109453120259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/10/anjali-months-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109607318454113363</id><published>2004-09-25T10:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T10:46:24.540+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I have nightmares about it.I'm headed for a nervous breakdown.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109607318454113363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109607318454113363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-cant-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-109205464881445380</id><published>2004-08-09T21:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:19:19.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never watch a movie with half the student population of Singapore in the same theatre as you.Went with Joy, Kimboon, Isabelle, Neha and Shawn to cine to watch The Village after National Day celebrations. We were joined by lots of other people from assorted secondary schools decked out in red and white, also using the second half of the day to crawl up and down Orchard. But that's normal so its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109205464881445380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/109205464881445380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/08/never-watch-movie-with-half-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108701100940061701</id><published>2004-06-12T12:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:30:09.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mum's suddenly beome a fan of Koean drama serials. She borrows vcds which come in box sets and spends her afternoons sitting through about 4 episodes at a go before toddling off to cook. Then she promptly fastens herself right back on the sofa staring avidly at pretty Korean actresses who all seem to have the same plastic surgeon. After a few weeks I've come to conclude that when they're not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108701100940061701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108701100940061701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-mums-suddenly-beome-fan-of-koean.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108539766602606078</id><published>2004-05-24T21:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:21:06.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pointless entry Oh woo I'm so happy with my history tests. Whee!I predict after the June holidays I'm going to emerge the most cultured person ever - going for strings concert, choir performance, band concert and maybe the dance production. Whooooo. And i'll probably end up a lot less richer too. Sir was giving us a talk today on career opportunities and how we should learn to speak and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108539766602606078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108539766602606078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/05/pointless-entry-oh-woo-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108376550011914367</id><published>2004-05-08T20:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T20:52:41.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went for lunch at NYDC yesterday. After much pestering, Kb finally takes out this canned drink from his bag and slams it onto the table - Sparkling Oldenlandia water: a mixture of carbonated water and extract of Oldenlandia (some kind of plant. I think.) made in China - proclaiming that its the worst drink he's ever tasted in his life and how he'd rather drink aqueous ammonia.  Kb: I dare you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108376550011914367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108376550011914367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/05/went-for-lunch-at-nydc-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108334327577682022</id><published>2004-04-30T23:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T02:47:42.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The euphoria over 2.4 has died down and I've sobered up. Am starting to regret not putting in more effort for econs and exercising better time-management during the test. But I guess its too late. I'll just go to a corner, pray that I get 3 measley marks for the DRQ section(minimum for a pass!) and try and be content with my E/D/C or whatever it is I've got under the A level system of grading.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108334327577682022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108334327577682022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/04/euphoria-over-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108324392395065905</id><published>2004-04-29T22:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:08:30.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was thinking of bribing the timekeeper at first. Hanyang was offering $2 for every 10 seconds shaved off our 2.4 timing. But in the end....I. PASSED. the stupid 2.4km run today!I PASSED! And I got a B!! Thanks to KB for pushing me to run when I started to walk after the 5th round!! :D:D You saved me from a borderline C and a possible D!! Mass PE will be full of GAMES from now on!!(((</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108324392395065905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108324392395065905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/04/was-thinking-of-bribing-timekeeper-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108273215682630641</id><published>2004-04-23T23:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:00:52.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went for the scholarship interview on Monday. Not good at all! Won't comment too much here but I think I wouldn't mind so much if I actually do get the rejection letter. But I still can't get over the fact that I caved in to a woman with bad eyeshadow who talked down to me like I was a kid &gt;.&lt;Interesting geog lesson yesterday. Sir and John had an intense and fierce competition to see whose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108273215682630641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108273215682630641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/04/went-for-scholarship-interview-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108168094387466704</id><published>2004-04-11T19:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:04:39.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My family and David (who was church visiting) wanted to watch Passion of the Christ after mass but I made the mistake of showing my face while we were purchasing the tickets. So we spent good Friday arguing with the Guy behind the counter at the cinema over my age.Guy behind the counter: ....Is she 18?Dad: *loudly* Yes of course she is! Isn't she? *looks around for support*Guy: She doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108168094387466704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108168094387466704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-family-and-david-who-was-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108089068320035661</id><published>2004-04-02T17:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:27:21.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joy!! This is the last day I'll ever have to set up the drama booth during recess to sell MSND tickets!! :D:DACSb has become drama's new headquarters for the whole week. Been heading down there after school with Michelle, Jacinta and Kelly to settle accounts with the cast and dance company and, since yesterday, taking half the day off school to make the necssary preparations for Midsummer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108089068320035661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108089068320035661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/04/joy-this-is-last-day-ill-ever-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-108022250050213801</id><published>2004-03-25T22:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T00:34:38.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This whole week has more or less fallen into boring routine. I go for lectures in the Sports Com in morning and promptly fall into a deep stupor all the way till 9.10 after which I wake up, rush back to the main school building, up to the drama studio, grab the drama board, poster and table cloth, (and if Melissa/some other kind soul isn't around), kick open the door, rush back down to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108022250050213801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/108022250050213801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-whole-week-has-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518207.post-107975511570169109</id><published>2004-03-21T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T00:18:33.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went over to Joel's house yesterday and just spent the whole afternoon lounging around his room surfing for better ring tones, getting high on chocolate and working our way through his PS2 games. Still sore over my 3 consecutive defeats by Wakka while playing Kingdom of Hearts. Think I almost destroyed Joel's console after 20 minutes of vigourous button-pressing and violent rotations of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/107975511570169109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5518207/posts/default/107975511570169109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negativeone.blogspot.com/2004/03/went-over-to-joels-house-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
