﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>prischan's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from prischan</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan</link></image><item><title>Saturday, May 10, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/656227236/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/656227236/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 02:29:22 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="font-family: Arial;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This ship is sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm thinking I'm done for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll watch as the sails disappear under water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm no captain yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Save me someone. Can't wait for the week to be over! And then I'll be totally dreading the week ahead cos of results urghh.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/656227236/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, May 08, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655949901/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655949901/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 06:53:23 GMT</pubDate><description>You know what sucks?&lt;br&gt; Going to class knowing
there's a 100% chance the teacher will look at you like you're
incapable of thinking, and having a 99% chance you'd get picked on. Thank goodness today was the 1%.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I don't eat recess and lunch, I will have at least an hour more to study. I like the sound of that. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;UNFORTUNATELY, there isn't any time left to study.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm becoming more mentally retarded day by day. I can't even differentiate my handphone from a LUNCH BOX just because they have the same colour. Not to mention, I can't differentiate ANY problem in my tys. So much for textbooks and tys being my best friends. If they're your best friends, you're supposed to UNDERSTAND them right? Well, not in my case. Gosh I'm so screwed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;br&gt;"Girls, why are you so stressed out for mid years? What will happen when you take prelims, o levels, and get burnt out?"&lt;br&gt;Deanna: We become carbon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655949901/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, May 07, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655794483/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655794483/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 06:39:04 GMT</pubDate><description>Well basically we got back our _____ test that we did (like a
freaking ONE MONTH AGO omg) and I did quite well, like 10/13, which is
L4 (you know, those LORMS haha). So I guess I did quite well. From what
the teacher said, I gathered it was one of the highest in class. So
fine. Then she was going through the paper. And I asked her what the L5
was. So I could like, you know, improve my essay writing skills. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Then after that, she was going around (or as I would put it,
mercilessly going around trying to pick up at screw those that didn't
do their work) checking if we did this essay outline she wanted us to
do. &lt;br&gt;
So she got to my table, and just because she didn't see a PRINTED COPY
of what we did, happily assumed that we (my desk partner and I) didn't
do our work. And started scolding us. But like, WTF?! I wrote down damn
bloody a lot of things, and if that isn't detailed, my goodness, I
don't know what is.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
And then not only that, she had to indirectly (although if you ask me,
it was blatantly obvious she was referring to my desk partner and I)
scold us in front of the whole class. About how &lt;i&gt;some people&lt;/i&gt; are not taking their work seriously, and other stuff.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;" class="gmail_quote"&gt;Like.
"Those that did their work and typed it out, this is the kind of work
that will stay with them the rest of their lives! When they go back and
study for their exams, prelims, o levels, this is what they will be
able to see and study. But those that don't do their work properly,
this is the kind of work that will stay with them one day, few days,
few weeks, one month! Huh? Doing their work in pencil? ..."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
WHAT THE?! Just because I do my work my pencil because I'm more
comfortable with writing in pencil than in ink, plus it makes my
handwriting neater, does it mean that:&lt;br&gt;
1) My work is of any less quality?&lt;br&gt;
2) My work will just vanish into thin air?&lt;br&gt;
3) Printed work is the best just because some teacher will be able to read it?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
You know I can't help it if I get a 10/13 for my essay and want to know what the L5 is. &lt;br&gt;
And you know, I can't help it if I do my DRAFT WORK in pencil. YOU DIDN'T SPECIFY YOU WANTED IT IN INK. So there. And I can't help it if the sight of me makes you annoyed at me and think my work is of inferior quality. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mind you, I'm not doing my work for YOU. I'm doing it so I will do well.&lt;br&gt;Mr Seow made history bearable&lt;br&gt;Miss Chia made history fun&lt;br&gt;You just made history a total chore for me to do. Do you know how much extra effort I have to put in because YOUR TEACHING METHODS DON'T TEACH ME?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good day everyone. Hope your day wasn't as sucky as mine.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655794483/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, May 03, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655211186/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655211186/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 09:00:33 GMT</pubDate><description>TODAY WAS QUITE A HAPPY DAY! Happy birthday Nic! Full story on my &lt;a href="http://chantchan.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; because&lt;br&gt;1) I'm rather lazy to type everything again&lt;br&gt;2) Saying the same thing is rather lame hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Please don't get me wrong&lt;br&gt;Because I&amp;#8217;ll never let this go&lt;br&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br&gt;But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655211186/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, May 02, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655032646/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655032646/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 06:22:54 GMT</pubDate><description>I dropped Higher Chinese so I could do an easier, less daunting Chinese paper so I wouldn't freak out and die. Right? WRONG. The Chinese paper was the hardest mid year paper I've EVER TAKEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. (ignoring the fact I hardly take mid year papers haha) But seriously. No one knew what was going on?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Urgh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save water, Drink Beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/655032646/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, May 01, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/654886154/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/654886154/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 07:14:34 GMT</pubDate><description>If I get too stressed, I just might do this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c261/chantchan/piercingsandribbons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy labour day everyone. Hope you're having a fantastic time studying your ass off.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/654886154/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, April 30, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/654712944/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/654712944/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:03:44 GMT</pubDate><description>Okay here's an update of my very boring life&lt;br&gt;Monday: Attempted studying. Did hell loads of chemistry until when I woke up on Tuesday I realised I dreamt of KI (Potassium Iodide) my goodness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tuesday: PE LESSON. Just when I thought Monday couldn't get any warmer... I was proven entirely WRONG. The day was so hot, I was so tired I forgot to bring my PE shirt I had to do PE in my uniform that doesn't absorb sweat well at all. And I was seriously drenched by the end of the lesson. Not to mention smelly sigh. But Rivali's words of comfort helped! "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Don't worry, Mr ____'s probably drowning by now&lt;/span&gt;" HAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wednesday: Very tiring day, but at least I didn't sleep in school, and my piano teacher came to pick me up so I got to go home early! (For piano lesson hurhurhur haha) But I got a free Coffee Bean cookie! HAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I found on the freakiest thing ever. My laoshi actually attends the same church as me. HAHA. But it's a different service, just the same building, and that my service is after hers. FREAKY!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I should start locking up my computer heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/654712944/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Run.</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653790437/run.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653790437/run.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 10:31:44 GMT</pubDate><description>I'm not a cross-country runner, or one to regularly step out of my house to go to the lake near my house to run. But when I run, I just feel a sense of liberation. It's like you're running away... running away...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But today. I realised something else about running.&lt;br&gt;In the past, when I run, I used to run for myself. Always thought of it as a challenge, to challenge myself, push myself to the limits, feel the oxygen rushing into my burning lungs. Someone that feeling of bursting ribs just makes me feel human again. That I'm able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;pain. Running was also some form of escape for me. In our fast-paced society, just sitting down and thinking about everything but nothing in particular (or sometimes just something that is bothering you) would seem like a total waste of time. So why not go and run, and think at the same time? I remember when I used to do my 2.4 runs, I would sing the song "Running After You" in my head, or imagine someone that I love dearly is running away, and I'm running after that person, but never being able to catch up, hence I will push myself and pu(ni)sh myself, until I reach the end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But now I've also realized that running can be so much more than that. That every step you take, shouldn't be for you own glory, shouldn't be for boasting rights, but it should be something you should be thankful for. How every step is blessed by God, how thankful we should be we have legs to run. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(245, 245, 245);" size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Andale Mono;"&gt;I have no idea what the whole purpose of that was. Just to get my thoughts out anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Andale Mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Andale Mono;"&gt;Mid years are coming. I'm feeling the stress, and I don't know how to cope with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Andale Mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Andale Mono;"&gt;Simple starving to be safe, burying myself in books, pu(ni)shing myself to do more questions when I can't get others right, refusing to eat in school, binging at home, sleeping the stress away only to wake up and realised I've just doubled the trouble, pretending every thing's alright in school when I'm just a wreck. I don't even crave communication anymore. How pathetic is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(245, 245, 245);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(245, 245, 245);"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;But in everything, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Go, Let God&lt;/span&gt;. I'm trying, I'm trying. But sometimes trying just isn't enough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653790437/run.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, April 22, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653423188/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653423188/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 08:30:05 GMT</pubDate><description>Today was quite a good day because I came in 3rd for 2.4 :)&lt;br&gt;But then it was the "not as fast" batch as Tuesday.&lt;br&gt;But still. It was my personal best! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653423188/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, April 20, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653077434/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653077434/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 06:51:58 GMT</pubDate><description>From &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/starring_thebeautifulones" / target="_new"&gt;Evan&lt;/a&gt;'s blog! (Our GEL video)&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nebB3t1hLyU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nebB3t1hLyU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just cannot in the world, phantom why we lost. It's so freaking good and funny okay! Just because we didn't say anything about Excellence in MGS. If everyone just goes on about how "Godly" "Excellent" "Lovely" MGS is, it's just so...kiss ass. I mean okay there might be some truth to it, but surely Godliness, Excellence, and Love is not just confined to a building situated on 11 Blackmore Drive is it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PHYSICS IS PURE TORTURE.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/prischan/653077434/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>