<?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-9102486776623563039</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:25:42.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>badass emo?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7792745760367386069</id><published>2009-09-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:20:33.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips</title><content type='html'>Hi. Lots to blog about in such little time. Teacher's day was fun. Went out with a couple of nh guys to jurong point. I didn't know nigel played DDR :O Brandon changed loads, cos now he looks more buff that fat. I got a shock when I saw Harry, cos he actually has hair now xD Nic oh and Daryl are also pretty much the same, but they both reach puberty liao :D And just for yor info, the reason why daryl didn;t come along for the jurong point thing is cos he played too much soccer and began to stink like  hell, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm making a habit to the gym everyday these nine days. I just went yesterday and today, and you should see the amount of salonpas on me right now :P I went there with my bro, and we chatted a little. He's actually from a band and he had three performances before breaking, and that's actually quite a lot. And he was NEVER the person I thought he was. &lt;br /&gt;  I'm going to watch g-force soon :D It's this guinea pig show that is sheer pwnage. And in 3D somemore! I just bought this game for the xbox 360, Lips. It's the best investment I have ever bought. It's like a karaoke machine, but much better. Aiyah, next time I'll invite you guys to my house to play it. My brother and I played a while before my mom got home. Let's see, I pwned his score in Bleeding Love, Love Song, pretty much all the girly songs. He's better at guy songs though. There was this song by Young Folks (I think) where you had to whistle, where I completely got owned. Can't wait to sing In The End when he buys it. RB, I know you love that song :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7792745760367386069?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7792745760367386069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7792745760367386069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7792745760367386069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lips.html' title='Lips'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6359296435194627119</id><published>2009-08-31T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:32:52.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MWAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHA, my parents just left me at home without a modem so i can't connect to the internet, but I used my bro's ac adapter (he was charging his psp with it) and used it to run the old modem :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6359296435194627119?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6359296435194627119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/mwahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6359296435194627119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6359296435194627119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/mwahahaha.html' title='MWAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8516071285171899921</id><published>2009-08-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:08:50.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbaticals</title><content type='html'>Hey there, sorry I haven't posted for such a bloody long time, I just didn't have the time or mood to do it. Lots of stuff happened so far, so I guess I'll just talk about my sabbat.&lt;br /&gt;  At first I thought I was doing CWO cos I didn't do any bidding, but then I went to my MSP teach and she let me into this thing which involves eating lots of food :) At first I thought it would all be about one thing: FOOD :D! But then it turns out we were supposed to fast first, as in the muslim fast, and then cook our own stuff and then eat it. Kind of like home ec in HCI. First we made some like, banana buns? I think they were called jemput pisang or something. I thinking of saving some for the guys in my class, and using one for bicheoing philmann, hehe. But, yeah, I got hungry, as usual D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then we went and did some CIP for a mosque, which brings my total to about 15 hours (only). Nigel has like, 30 plus I think :O. And I totally can't believe this, but they actually let us go see 'The Proposal' when we had some free time. It was a really sick show, but hell it was funny! I was sitting next to this other guy, and we were going to hit on these two girls randomly, but I had to go to the toilet, so too bad lor.&lt;br /&gt;  God, but my sab is full of malaysian scholars lor. I hung out most often with that guy, Raymond from 1i2, and an ex-nhuarian. We were the only i-spark/ortus pupils there. The rest were from Aphelion or ugh, Pro-ed. And did I mention that I only had to go to school at 12.50pm today? Talk about UT3 spam the whole morning :D&lt;br /&gt;  I bound myself in my own chains, but now I guess I'm a free man. Just can't seem to cut those damn strings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8516071285171899921?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8516071285171899921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabbaticals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8516071285171899921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8516071285171899921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabbaticals.html' title='Sabbaticals'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-4058811426995132219</id><published>2009-08-15T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:04:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Without a Life</title><content type='html'>God, I seriously have to say my life so far has SUCKED. The last happy moment I had was like, two weeks ago. Today in tuition this fucked up guy from pro-ed kept insulting I-Spark. His name is Gerald, and he sure as hell isn't like the Gerald Choa in 1I1. He's in way over his head. So when I could take no more bs, I grabbed his jacket( which looked cheap as hell) and pulled his freakin brains out through his hair. More like a catfight thatn an actual fight, I know, but if I was really pissed, he'd be in the hospital by now. I just decided that the girls in the class shouldn't see so much gore :/&lt;br /&gt;  And the day before that was kinda sad too. I watched GI Joe with Anton and Bao Huei, and then I had to rush back to school for NPCC, just to get my attendance marked. So I couldn't really enjoy the movie. Argh, then before that I spent like 30 plus dollars on a wireless mouse, and the remaining I spent on other random stuff. Couldn't even afford my movie tickets, so Anton had to chip in. He treated me and Bao to a whole movie, so I'm really sorry I couldn't enjoy it ): Then I donated $1 out of the remaining $1.80 on this old woman on the way back. Bao was the first to give a dollar, so I kinda felt obliged to part with half of my money. It did make me feel a bit better though. NP was kinda normal. Went in, explained with a tearful expression why I was late, and got yelled at. Didn't do push-ups this time, though. After training ended I spent my final eighty cents on a drink. So yeah, I'm totally broke now. Then on the bus back home Shanisse called to try and sell me this keychain for 8(?) dollars. I hardly have fifteen cents leh, so try to understand leh t.t&lt;br /&gt;  Chionging math ACE now. I think it's already overdue, but I'm going to try to get Mr Tan to make an exception. WTF is a mobius strip???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-4058811426995132219?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4058811426995132219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuck-without-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4058811426995132219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4058811426995132219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuck-without-life.html' title='Stuck Without a Life'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2107411717400225275</id><published>2009-08-07T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:22:55.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIP on National Day -.-</title><content type='html'>I just found the Fruit Park CD that p5g1 did for some music thing. I didn't think I still had it lor. That time Nic Oh was trying to 'audition' for the part of lead vocalist, and his attempt at being lyrical was met with 'yeah, Nic can't sing' and 'eh daryl, you should try it out leh'. &lt;br /&gt;  Anyway today for school we went for CIP ):, and I found out nigel has his giant collection of.. um... alphebet jewelery, those kind of keychains with letters on them? There was a 'C', and an 'M', an 'X' and maybe an 'S'. It was kind of disturbing looking at him fondling the 'C'. Ugh... *shudder* But then he lost the whole bunch, and I dunno where it went. He still thinks I stole it, though :p&lt;br /&gt;  The cip was kind of sucky, cos my group was filled with people in my class that I don't usually care about. So me and Yan Kai went from door to door trying to get newspapers, and out of the ten plus floors we covered, we NEVER got to see a chiobu! DDDD: They all had to go to school I think. Then after that I brought philmann home to play some UT3 (Unreal tournament 3). On the way I sort of took his phone and changed my name on his contacts list to 'Shanisse'. So I smsed him like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Phailmann: On the way to Keeve's house&lt;br /&gt;(After he left my house)&lt;br /&gt;Philmann: I'm at home alrd sry i forgot to tell ur mom ima go back. Anyway tell her thx (forward this to Keeve and give me his number too thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: So what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;Philmann: Play  UT3&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: Sound like fun! So who was better?&lt;br /&gt;Philmann: Noone, we took turns, only one com sad face&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: Cool. Er.. umm, this is going to sound stupid, but i have a crush on you. I don't really care about davis, just you. Call me :)&lt;br /&gt;Philmann: /calls me/ Ohaiz&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: LMAOROFLLOLCROUCHx10 &lt;br /&gt;Philmann: Sad face, shanisse is going to pwn you for doing this&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: yeah but hell it was worth it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my inspiration from none other than my brother. He did the EXACT same thing to me in p5, except he posed as Limin. &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I also got some alphebet keychains. They cost a freakin bomb lah, 2 for $9.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I'm spending my Sunday in a hotel? :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2107411717400225275?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2107411717400225275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/cip-on-national-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2107411717400225275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2107411717400225275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/cip-on-national-day.html' title='CIP on National Day -.-'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-5097707651757854884</id><published>2009-08-06T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:07:13.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>Today I spent most of the time reflecting on the past few months. I was watching all the videos i recorded with my phone, and I realised a lot of things have changed. How I wish I could go back to the old days, where I was still slacking off with Nic Oh and the rest of the p5 group. There were lots of vids, some of IDEA( with justin and brandon), and some more recent, like gabriel trying to nail the legs into our RS project, heehee. Oh yah, there was also one where you could see shanisse flirting with bradley &gt;:) Then there was this video I took before PE, which synth-di( gerald's girlfriend) would definitely want to see, if you get what I mean *pedo-smile*. There was a lot of shit on Philmann saying 'bicheo' into the cam. The oldest videos go all the way back to the time when I got my phone &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;  Tomorrow is ND, so happy 44th birthday, Singapore :) (44th, right?) I have to charge my phone so I can take more videos. Just so you were wondering, there were a few on Bing Jun also. How could I forget him, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-5097707651757854884?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/5097707651757854884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5097707651757854884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5097707651757854884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-1760855296062316740</id><published>2009-08-03T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:36:14.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Likes You</title><content type='html'>God I'm pissed with Nigel now. Can't you get the message, dude? I feel so sorry for that girl he's stalking lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-1760855296062316740?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/1760855296062316740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-likes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1760855296062316740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1760855296062316740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-likes-you.html' title='Nobody Likes You'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6618556652972694453</id><published>2009-08-03T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T04:18:43.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the N in 'Noob'</title><content type='html'>The first thing I heard when I came to school is that there was a geog test, and i spent the past night reading the history textbook, which was already really slacky. I didn't have the time to study all the way till the test itself...&lt;br /&gt;  Urgh, so after school thing were a bit different. I discovered that Xin Jie has been taking 67 all this while but I haven't seen him throughout the year. So today we chatted about lots of stuff while we were on the bus. Stuff like, who is the most fugly guy in the class (and it's not Bryce), and who is the most flirtatious guy in the class, and I really don't know the answer to that. I guessed Bryce first, then Nigel, then me, and finally Shan Wei, but Xin Jie didn't tell me ): Most of the journey's talk was on girls, though. And not in the despo way -.- More like nigel and er-hem :D&lt;br /&gt;  Tomorrow I have another bloody test, and I had to cancel the nan hua reunion with Brandon cos my mom said no cos I have a history test the day after ))): I hope I don't do too badly for my geog, though getting A1 is like, wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The new NDP song is nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6618556652972694453?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6618556652972694453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-n-in-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6618556652972694453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6618556652972694453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-n-in-noob.html' title='He&apos;s the N in &apos;Noob&apos;'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6157451315933829734</id><published>2009-08-01T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:08:40.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking some air out his FAT ASS</title><content type='html'>Below is a convo on the phone with my bro when he was rehearsing for NDP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Hi, what's the name of your gay senior again?&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: Hong Liang, but why?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ok. You know his sir name?&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: No.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: But he's wearing like a HC logo (that's our formation sign) on the side of his uniform right?&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ok. I'll go fuck him up later.&lt;br /&gt;Keeve: :D kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my CI probably got his ass kicked today. I've never seen my brother seriously pissed before (for those who came to my house and were unfortunate enough to see him when he came back from work, that's just annoyed, hehe), but he never breaks his promises. I promise NP squad sec 1 that he'll be nicer this Friday. Unless he comes back more pissed than ever :(. But at least I got at him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6157451315933829734?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6157451315933829734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/kicking-some-air-out-his-fat-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6157451315933829734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6157451315933829734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/08/kicking-some-air-out-his-fat-ass.html' title='Kicking some air out his FAT ASS'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-556637742548963965</id><published>2009-07-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:44:18.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should my titles be unrelated to my posts?</title><content type='html'>Had a nice chat with Justin yesterday, his dad fetched me to clementi after CCAs ended. We talked about our classes and people, but nothing deeper than that. It was still fun, though :) &lt;br /&gt;  And I'm pretty convinced yesterday was the worst day of my life until after school. First, in the morning I had my dad hollering at me in the car. Classes were as usual. But after that, I went into my classroom, all alone(they did some investigation for h1n1 or something, so we spent our time in The Space) and listened to some music. Isn't that totally pathetic? Then I went for CCA, and I got yelled at by my superior officer for using a brass button for my NP uniform. And then he made me stand in the corner, and there was a glass door there so I could see that I was wearing an oversized PE shirt. Did I mention that he made me change out of my NP uniform and into PE attire 3 times? Then he finally come and yell at me somemore after making me stand for more than an hour, and pumped me 30. And trust me, it's a lot harder pumping while shouting at the top of your lungs. &lt;br /&gt;  I know he was trying to break me, but I didn't give him the satisfaction. That's hardcore badass already lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-556637742548963965?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/556637742548963965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-my-titles-be-unrelated-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/556637742548963965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/556637742548963965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-my-titles-be-unrelated-to-my.html' title='Should my titles be unrelated to my posts?'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-1700457684022023013</id><published>2009-07-11T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T05:54:14.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today rb and gab came to my house for my RS and after RB left me and gab did some serious laughing. See, my little cousins were over for dinner, and they discovered my phone, so they apparently went to my contact list and managed to call Shanisse( what are the chances of that????)! Then I was like, sorry sorry sorry, and won't happen again x3. But then they were laughing like hell and called another random number, which I checked my call log to find that it was Miao Ling, and I was super wtf xD. Then we got a brilliant idea! We started calling other people, Limin was the first one, then they took the initiative to call Bryce, so I told them, "Say Bryce, you are an ass", and we called Shanisse again, which was ALL gab's idea :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So now they are saying alot of crap, and screaming very obscene things, like (gabriel takes over here): &lt;br /&gt;"Keeve likes his hairy butthead"&lt;br /&gt;"Keeve's real identity is a GIRL"&lt;br /&gt;"Gabriel wants to drink your pee!"&lt;br /&gt;and other related stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to put my side of the obscene stuffs, the reason being I changed my identity to *someone* in 1i1, starts with B :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Back to Keeve narrating) So today I very happy lor :D. But when they get home and start saying all those stuff, I will totally die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS The part about them saying stuff abt the big black hairy thing wasn'y my fault. I dunno how they learnt it, but it's not my fault tio liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-1700457684022023013?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/1700457684022023013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-rb-and-gab-came-to-my-house-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1700457684022023013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1700457684022023013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-rb-and-gab-came-to-my-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7568404819489598154</id><published>2009-07-07T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:54:42.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parkour</title><content type='html'>Lately Nigel has come up with this brilliant idea of creating a parkour club! Parkour is a form of proness where you try to get from one place to another as fast as possible, and most of the time you run in a straight line. So today we practised some parkour at the staircase outside my classroom. So we tried jumping onto the staircase via grabbing the railing and then hauling ourselves up. Nigel couldn't get his foot on the stairway -.-, but I managed to grab the railing, and then did like a half chin-up and finally brought my foot up to a hold of some sort! Don't worry Nigel, you can probably do it if you try hard enough :)&lt;br /&gt;  I can't...believe it. My bro wtfpwned me 2 times in 24-hours. First, I left my blog wide open to prying eyes on my laptop moniter while I was doing chinese on my mom's com (my com can't use hansvision or any other chinese writing), and when I was completely absorbed, he was like: Hey, so what do you play on your gameboy micro?&lt;br /&gt;  'How the hell do you know that???"&lt;br /&gt;  'I read your blog lah, duh!'&lt;br /&gt;  Then we started rofling :D. And today he caught me singing along to Miley Cyrus' 'The Climb' and called me a fag, and in case you get the wrong idea, MC has a very bad voice. &lt;br /&gt;  So I said," You think I'm being a fag singing her songs?? I have a friend("") who watched the whole Hannah Monatnah movie leh!"&lt;br /&gt;  "Then he's an ultra gay fag! :DDDDD"&lt;br /&gt;  By now you should prob know who that friend is, so, ;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7568404819489598154?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7568404819489598154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/parkour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7568404819489598154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7568404819489598154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/parkour.html' title='Parkour'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2500411056146704212</id><published>2009-07-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:16:44.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending to be Asleep</title><content type='html'>The past few days I've kept going to my room with the excuse that I need some sleep, and then I go to my room, take out my GB micro and start playing in secret :) It's really fun and you should really try it! When you're in the room you have to turn down the volume from your GB till it's really low, or your parents might come in and screw you, so that's what I did. Sometimes you can hear what they are doing outside. Cos in the room it's creepily quiet, so I kept using the noise of the door opening from the other rooms to hide my gameboy. I realised that my mother is a whole lot sharper than my father, or at least more suspicious. In the morning I was pretending to sleep and was using my brother for cover in case they came in (he sleeps like log), then he started snoring. I could hardly hear what was happening outside lah, but then I still continued playing. Then when I least expected it, my father came barging into the room. My arm made a really obvious dive to hide my GB under my pillow, and to my surprise, my father just said, "Oei, wake up already lah, Delwin is here!" I was still pretending to be asleep then, and I long before knew that Delwin, my 7-year old cousin was in the house, lol. But my father rules at being blur :D! Just last night I used a diversion by putting my phone next to me and blaring music. But I was actually focusing on my GB. So when my mother popped in I was quick enough to coolly slip it under my pillow and pretend to be sleeping. SO my mother took it that I was listening to music to sleep, and was too lay to turn off my phone, so she just went back outside. This is a sure-win method to get the free time we all truly deserve, instead of being dragged to sutdy the whole bloody day &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and how you like my new skin? It's a Taylor Swift skin, I know, but I just realised that all her songs will soon be on radio, so I decided to get a blogskin on her. Besides, the romeo and juliet theme kind of suits me, right? I ahve to get her CD from Justin! He's an expert when it comes to buying Music CDs! 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2500411056146704212?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2500411056146704212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretending-to-be-asleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2500411056146704212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2500411056146704212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretending-to-be-asleep.html' title='Pretending to be Asleep'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2659975227815411108</id><published>2009-07-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:19:20.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was really exciting. I went for dinner with my little cousin and his little brother, and after eating in crystal jade, we went to Metro to buy some toys for my cousins. I got a little carried away, though. I saw this toy gun called 'Nerf', then at first I said it was for nerds, cause the name suggests as much. But then my cousin wanted to buy some Spiderman action figures, and I realised that Nerf was actually so cool compared to those pieces of crap. So I got a Nerf and managed to convince the older cousin to buy it instead of his Spiderman thing. Then the next thing I knew I was running around the store trying to shoot him. I must have looked like a retard, but I couldn't help it lor. See, guns and shooting to me is like Hannah Montanah for Bryce :D. &lt;br /&gt;  But before that the day wasn't so good. I slept really late the last night playing Pokemon on my GBA( I suddenly feel like playing, no reason), cause my mom says I can't play now that school has begun, so after I came back from lunch I slept all the way to dinner, and that still wasn't enough. Still my mom woke me up, and seriously pissed me off. I was just sleeping then she go and wake me up, then when I couldn't, she purposely go and use the grinder outside, which is damn loud and guttery to wake me up leh &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;  Now I'm watching Harry Potter while trying to upload a video for my history project. Tomorrow my cousins are coming over again. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2659975227815411108?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2659975227815411108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-really-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2659975227815411108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2659975227815411108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-really-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-3299139394990167132</id><published>2009-07-02T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:20:13.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotteries- A Tax On the Poor</title><content type='html'>Lotteries have been called a tax on the poor. Ultimately at only a dollar or two a ticket, anyone can play the lotteries. However, many people become addicted to buying tickets and they can cause family/marital problems. Discuss this topic with a parent and get their view on lotteries and specifically lotteries in Singapore. Include at least one quote from an adult, one quote or reference from either an NPR presentation or YouTube video in your discussion. Your blog entry has to be at least 200 words in length and you must either support lotteries or condemn them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Gambling has never been a problem in my family, as my family members know how to manage their urges. However, my mother claims that gambling really isn't a bad thing. My grandfather is a Majong pro, and he's won so many games and bets that almost nobody bets money when playing with him. He has earned a lot of money through this. He no longer plays as often, but he still makes the occasional quick buck or two from this. Don't get me wrong, my grandfather is not that bad a gambler. As I said, he can manage his impulses to gamble away all his savings. He has never been to a casino, and neither has any of my other family members. When I asked my father for his opinion on gambling, I emphasised on why he bets on 4D sometimes. He said that it was to give him something to hope for and keep him through another work day. I feel that too much of this thinking will result in gambling problems, as if somebody thinks he is gambling just for relaxation and motivation, and thus spend more on gambling, he might eventually get addicted to gambling.&lt;br /&gt;  'Just get yourself hooked on other things', is what my father believes in to avoid getting a gambling problem, and what that 'something' is I really don't know. Anyways, there is reportedly a 'new drug, Nalmefene, (that) may help reduce urges in pathological gamblers.' This drug has not been tested yet, but I hope that people who haven't heard of the rules my father lives by can finally quit gambling with this drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-3299139394990167132?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3299139394990167132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/lotteries-tax-on-poor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3299139394990167132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3299139394990167132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/07/lotteries-tax-on-poor.html' title='Lotteries- A Tax On the Poor'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-674997869404750230</id><published>2009-06-29T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:14:51.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Learning Blog Prompt: Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. (Source: www.wikipedia.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost is a unique man, with unique perspectives to everything that he does or writes. It is reflected in his pieces of work that I have posted below. Especially the poem 'The Road Not Taken'. He chooses to take the other road that others do not. The symbol in the poem is, of course, the road. The road represents his life, and he twists and turns of this road represents the choices he made. He did not know if he should 'ever go back' to the road more familiar to him. But he stuck to that path in life, and 'that made all the difference'. This reflect his difference from others, the courage to be able to face upto something different, and quickly adapt to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are three of his poems. I hope the vividness of his words will awaken you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lockless Door by Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;It went many years,&lt;br /&gt;But at last came a knock,&lt;br /&gt;And I though of the door&lt;br /&gt;With no lock to lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew out the light,&lt;br /&gt;I tip-toed the floor,&lt;br /&gt;And raised both hands&lt;br /&gt;In prayer to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the knock came again.&lt;br /&gt;My window was wide;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed on the sill&lt;br /&gt;And descended outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back over the sill&lt;br /&gt;I bade a 'Come in'&lt;br /&gt;To whatever the knock&lt;br /&gt;At the door may have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at a knock&lt;br /&gt;I emptied my cage&lt;br /&gt;To hide in the world&lt;br /&gt;And alter with age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire and Ice&lt;br /&gt;Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;br /&gt;Some say in ice.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;br /&gt;I hold with those who favour fire.&lt;br /&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know enough of hate&lt;br /&gt;To say that for destruction ice&lt;br /&gt;Is also great&lt;br /&gt;And would suffice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-674997869404750230?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/674997869404750230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-learning-blog-prompt-robert-frost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/674997869404750230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/674997869404750230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-learning-blog-prompt-robert-frost.html' title='Home Learning Blog Prompt: Robert Frost'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7467050511947136881</id><published>2009-06-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:50:03.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place where the sidewalk ends&lt;br /&gt;And before the street begins,&lt;br /&gt;And there the grass grows soft and white,&lt;br /&gt;And there the sun burns crimson bright,&lt;br /&gt;And there the moon-bird rests from his flight&lt;br /&gt;To cool in the peppermint wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black&lt;br /&gt;And the dark street winds and bends.&lt;br /&gt;Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;br /&gt;And watch where the chalk-white arrows go&lt;br /&gt;To the place where the sidewalk ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,&lt;br /&gt;For the children, they mark, and the children, they know&lt;br /&gt;The place where the sidewalk ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some personification in this poem. "&lt;em&gt;And there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest thing to a hyberbole: "&lt;em&gt;And there the sun burns crimson bright&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I particularly like this poem for being so delicate, and it has a sort of falshback feature. It is really deep when it comes to emotions, and it is evident that this author is adept at bringing out sadness and gladness in his reader. He made me think twice about my everyday life. What if one day we do have to leave this place where the smoke blows black, and go beyond the sidewalk to the land beyond. &lt;br /&gt;  This poem reminds me of a song I heard on the radio, which almost made me cry. A guy like me crying? Must be really sad for a poem. This author has moved me, or at least my heart and my focus, to the future. What kind of future would we all want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7467050511947136881?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7467050511947136881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-sidewalk-ends-by-shel-silverstein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7467050511947136881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7467050511947136881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-sidewalk-ends-by-shel-silverstein.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-9087069036614193681</id><published>2009-06-25T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:01:47.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55 Fiction: FAMILY REUNION</title><content type='html'>FAMILY REUNION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother died just last year. The pain of the reality was still caused fresh tears to flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped the red pill into my mouth. It tasted bitter, but I savoured my last taste in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the numbing of my fingers, then my vision slowly ebbed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘See you soon, Mother…’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-9087069036614193681?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/9087069036614193681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-fiction-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/9087069036614193681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/9087069036614193681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-fiction-family-reunion.html' title='55 Fiction: FAMILY REUNION'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6783686901840865563</id><published>2009-06-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:01:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55 Fiction: CURE FOR DEATH</title><content type='html'>CURE FOR DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I rushed to the hospital straight from the office. Susan had been shot in a robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Doctor, how is her wound?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Fine. She should be able to leave by morning.’&lt;br /&gt;‘Where was she shot?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Where her kidney was, before she donated it to you for your kidney failure.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6783686901840865563?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6783686901840865563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-fiction-cure-for-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6783686901840865563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6783686901840865563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-fiction-cure-for-death.html' title='55 Fiction: CURE FOR DEATH'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-596687184792416683</id><published>2009-06-25T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:48:25.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy: Could there ever be a perfect world and what would it be like?</title><content type='html'>Could there ever be a perfect world and what would it be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The perfect world is one that can support life so that its inhabitants can live their lives to the fullest. The perfect world would have everything every individual would ever desire, whether it is communism or democracy, or education or a carefree life. Everything will live together in harmony and equality, and never will there be wars or things that cause sadness. People would all work together to accomplish each other’s goals and missions, and there would never be opposing factors that impair anything, whether animal or human being, to do whatever they want to do. Everything would be treated would respect, and there would be no outcasts or exiles.&lt;br /&gt;There can never be a perfect world, simply because nothing can ever be perfect. The world as it now is hardly living in harmony; Mankind rules, animals are hunted, their numbers controlled by human beings, and even among human beings there are conflicts, wars that cause death and grief over the death of other humans, and this world definitely does not have anything having whatever it ever wanted. The people who live life on the fast track are happy, yes, but they also worry that their wealth would soon be taken away from them. People who are born in poverty and die at an early age sometimes never get anything that they want. I think that the perfect world will only be possible if everything and everyone is equal in everything they do. If everyone had the same perspectives, goals, and intelligence, the world would be much better than it is now, as we would all come together in unity as a family. And it will be quite true when I say that that is very unlikely to happen. There would always be one person in the lot who cannot resist the pull of greed, or share opposing views to others, become exiles, and eventually rebel and threaten the existence of his ‘family’. Through this stereotypes are formed. Stereotypes that fixes what someone would think of another for a long time, and so things that have been done will never be forgotten. Among those things there will be undesirable truths that will always be remembered and are almost impossible to heal. Once there was conflict between black people and white people, which was eventually solved, but the stereotypes still remain to cause more prejudice against the two factors.&lt;br /&gt; Still, we all can avoid starting conflicts that can be stopped. With emotion we can never have a perfect, as our emotions ensure that we will always have opposing views. However, if we set aside the difference we can prevent some conflicts from happening, and if everybody were to accept each other as we are, to see past the stereotypes, the world can be as close to perfection as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-596687184792416683?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/596687184792416683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/philosophy-could-there-ever-be-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/596687184792416683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/596687184792416683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/philosophy-could-there-ever-be-perfect.html' title='Philosophy: Could there ever be a perfect world and what would it be like?'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2189930106791217381</id><published>2009-06-24T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:03:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy: Will having fun make you happier than studying?</title><content type='html'>Will having fun make you happier than studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Having fun means I will be happy, and I won’t be very happy studying, so the answer is obviously yes. I don’t think anyone in the world likes studying or finds it fun, but sometimes having too much fun will bring about the guilt of not studying for so long. In this situation, I would be happier studying than having fun because having ‘fun’ will not be fun anymore. For example, when you are out playing at the arcade and having fun, you will be happy until you realise that unless you study, your mother would most likely not buy you an Ipod Touch that you wanted so badly. Thus you have no choice but to study, or you will not be happy in the future.&lt;br /&gt; Now I realise that there are two ways of looking at the question. If you compare the two at this point of time, having fun would obviously win over more ‘yes’es than studying. But if one is look at this question from the future and compare these two things, he will find that studying truly gives the most happiness. If you compare someone who has studied all his childhood away and only stops studying at 21 years of age, and compare it to someone who has been having fun up to 21 years of age, you will most likely find that the person who studied will have a better life the rest of his life, with all the degrees and scholarships that he earned from his time sent on studying and improving himself. The 21 year-old who spent his life having fun and going out for parties will find that he cannot have fun anymore as he is out of money to spend on his expensive parties. He will most likely turn to gambling away whatever earnings he has left and end up dying at an early age of an illness he has no money to cure. Since the average life-span of a human being is about 70 years or more, the person who spent the 21 years studying will find more happiness for the rest of his life than the person who spent his life having fun.&lt;br /&gt; However, of the circumstance is that the person who studies dies at twenty one years of age, or that he chooses to spend his whole life studying for some strange reason, or that the person who spends his life having fun has inherited all the money in the world, he would obviously have more happiness than the person who wasted his life studying to his own grave. Therefore, the lesson to be learnt from trying to answer this question is that we must all learn when to stop; doing something to excess or doing it too little is also bad, therefore we must do our best at trying to keep it balanced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2189930106791217381?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2189930106791217381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/philosophy-will-having-fun-make-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2189930106791217381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2189930106791217381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/philosophy-will-having-fun-make-you.html' title='Philosophy: Will having fun make you happier than studying?'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7809394089957810415</id><published>2009-06-24T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:31:58.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy: How do you know you are not dreaming right now?</title><content type='html'>How do you know you are not dreaming right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By now everybody should be able to tell whether they are dreaming or not. How do I know that I am not dreaming right now? The answer to that is simple, because if I were asleep, I would definitely not be typing out my homework assignment instead of doing some incredible thing.&lt;br /&gt; Dreams have a very delicate reality, even the extremely vivid dreams, if you manage to awake the slightest bit of consciousness, you will find that there is something wrong with yourself or your environment, for example if you just got something you wanted for at least a year when you did not have to do anything to get it at all.&lt;br /&gt; However, if you are worrying about something too much, which most of the time happens to me when the holidays are ending, it will affect your ability to be able to tell if you are dreaming or not. If you are too worried about something you need to do, say your holiday homework, you will end up in the classroom getting chewed up by you Math teacher for not doing you homework, or dream about something you intend to do to fix your worries, like sitting in front of the computer frantically typing out the math equations.&lt;br /&gt; Right now I know I am not dreaming as I know clearly what I am typing out and my thoughts are clear. Furthermore, I know that there is nothing that is too good to be true as I am still wishing that I have an Ipod Touch. And if I am dreaming right now, I would wake up to find that someone mysteriously posted some of my homework on my blog, all the better for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7809394089957810415?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7809394089957810415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/philosophy-how-do-you-know-you-are-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7809394089957810415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7809394089957810415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/philosophy-how-do-you-know-you-are-not.html' title='Philosophy: How do you know you are not dreaming right now?'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8403420099902617403</id><published>2009-06-24T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:13:18.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went at 9.30 in the morning to pick up Nic Oh for my outing, which I was pretty sure was going to fail. And it did fail, really badly. First we went to Macs and became fatter on the McGriddles there, then we went for Transformers 2, which I was so proud to be the first one watching it, until Shanisse revealed that she watched the sneak preview yesterday T.T, not to mention I got this giant bag of popcorn that I could hardly finish. And apparently Davis was in the cinema as well, because 'someone' attracted him there. &lt;No comment&gt; So I wanted to stay and listen to the rest of 'New Divide' which is the new LP song, but then after the sing was over they played 21 Guns by Green Day. I know I'm being kind of a music freak, but  I can assure you my music taste sucks, cos later by bro told me 21 Guns is a 'decent' song and confused me so bad :(&lt;br /&gt;  Then we went back home and cut Daryl and Shanisse's b-day cake. So I tried to brighten the mood by playing some music from Mio TV, but at the moment they were playing this eminem song that had a sick MV, so I got pwned by the girls. Then we played spin the bottle, except the bottle was my phone... &lt;br /&gt;  Then we went to play table-tennis, and Bradley did something really kind. See, there was this couple playing, and Bradley challenged them and lost. So the guy's gf was like, jumping in ecstasy. In other words, Bradley improved their relationship :D. In the middle of us playing, Limin had to go home, so I had to escort her to the MRT cause my mom told me to, and then Bradley followed -.-&lt;br /&gt;  Then everybody started going home, and soon only me, RB, shan and brad were left, so we went for dinner at 4.30pm at KFC, where we had a heated discussion about Davis and some sick jokes, where I learned what 'suan' means!&lt;br /&gt;  So after that we went to the arcade and instead of TC3 or DDR, we had to play this dumb game where we wasted like, $30 trying to get gay stuffed toys, and in the end we still didn't get it. Ok fine, it was kinda my idea, lol.&lt;br /&gt;  Then everybody left and I went home to sleep. So anti-climax right? I hope next time can have more people that can stay longer. Transformers 2 rocked though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8403420099902617403?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8403420099902617403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-went-at-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8403420099902617403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8403420099902617403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-went-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8944353614301113797</id><published>2009-06-24T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:36:42.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Evaluation 2: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>Book Read: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this story I have learnt many things and definitely more than one lesson. The lesson that truly stayed in my head was that everybody’s time must come, meaning that everyone must eventually die. Harry refused to believe that one should accept other’s deaths. He could not accept Tonks’, Fred Weasley’s, or Remus Lupin’s death, not even the death of his owl. Through the story Harry had to be taught his lesson, and he was not a fast learner. He only truly learnt the lesson when he discovered that he was a Horcrux, and in order to destroy Voldemort, all Horcruxes must be destroyed. Harry finally accepts that he has to die in order to destroy his enemy. Thus he submitted himself to death through Voldemort’s wand. He was later resurrected and finally defeated Voldemort. Before this he had already possessed all three hallows, and he had already become the Master of Death and that he no longer had to die, but still gave up the hallows to become mortal once again. This part of the story is extremely significant in symbolising that Harry had accepted death as everyone’s fate, and that he was not afraid of dying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending to the story would be about the consortiums the children of Harry and Ginny, Ronald and Hermoine, and Draco Malfoy. They would be sitting in the assembly area on their first day, awaiting the Sorting Hat to pick out their respective consortium. Albus Severus is Harry’s child, Rose is Ronald’s, and Scorpius is Draco’s. These are only the children that would be entering Hogwarts on their first day. This would be how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Albus Severus had his fingers crossed. What if he got into Slytherin? Harry would try to comfort him, but he would be able to feel the disappointment within his father. &lt;br /&gt; “Rose Weasley!” came the cry of the Sorting Hat. Rose smiled sweetly at Albus, and he smiled back. He hoped that they could both be in Gryffindor. She walked up to the Hat confidently and let the Hat do its job.&lt;br /&gt; “This one is pretty and mischievous, so very difficult to decide. She will go nicely in… Gryffindor!”&lt;br /&gt; Albus’ chest felt unusually heavy, and the excitement made him feel nauseous. He was going to be next; he saw the ‘lips’ of the sorting hat parting and pronouncing every syllable of his name with perfect articulation. &lt;br /&gt; “Albus Severus!” Albus walked quickly up the small flight of stairs, once accidentally tripping and causing giggles to form through the crowd of students present in the area. The Sorting Hat settled comfortably on Albus’ head, and seemed to have already decided which consortium he would be in.&lt;br /&gt; “So this is the offspring of Harry Potter, eh? Why, then there leaves me no other choice than to put him in Gryffindor!” The last word rang in Albus’ head like a bell. He could hardly believe his luck! He stumbled back to his seat next to Rose, who gave him a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt; The rest of the Sorting was hardly eventful to Albus and his friend, but the final one who was Sorted was none other than Scorpius Malfoy. Rose whispered in his ear, “My daddy always told me to watch out for that one. He says I have to beat him in every test and not get to friendly with him, but my mommy says he’s a lot like Daddy.”&lt;br /&gt; Albus replied, “He doesn’t look so bad. Maybe we should befriend him.”&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t be ridiculous! He’s definitely getting into Slytherin, and Slytherin is our worst enemy!” Came Rose’s reply.&lt;br /&gt; “Gryffindor!” Came the Hat’s unexpected declaration… &lt;br /&gt; Albus and Rose soon discovered that Scopius actually made quite a good friend. Soon they started eating lunch together, and their parents also started to accept Draco, his father. All was going well in the school of Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a short part of the story in Voldemort’s point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above, as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. Voldemort couldn’t help but flinch at the unbearably bright light, at least to him. Still, he shrieked in his highest hopes for the long awaited defeat of his nemesis, Harry Potter. &lt;br /&gt;‘Avada Kedavra!’&lt;br /&gt; Just when he thought he heard the bolt strike, he heard the boy just manage to retort, ‘ Expelliarmus!’&lt;br /&gt;That, however weak a spell Voldemort knew it was, it managed to swerve the target for Voldemort’s killing spell onto its caster. As the bolt of evil red energy punctured his chest, he protested like he never did in his life, or his half-lives. The pain he could bear, but the triumph he saw in the boy’s eyes he knew he would bring with him down into hell, he could not. His physical form lurched, and Voldemort fell to the ground, the look of utter defiance still ebbed in his features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author most likely wrote this book for people to understand how deep her understanding of hardship is. Through all that drama and fantastic storyline, the book is most importantly about a troubled young boy, struggling to understand his family heritage, and struggling to find acceptance in those around him. Some say that JK Rowling’s life revolves around the same things as Harry Potter: always trying to hide from her troubles and finally dealing with one problem, such as poverty, just to find out that there are consequences to the fame she has gained while become a bestselling author. Harry’s life is ironic in a similar way as he spends most of his life trying to destroy Voldemort, but in the end realises he has to die for others to make him mortal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8944353614301113797?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8944353614301113797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-evaluation-2-harry-potter-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8944353614301113797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8944353614301113797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-evaluation-2-harry-potter-and.html' title='Book Evaluation 2: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8775890530187097380</id><published>2009-06-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:42:24.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Evaluation 1: Alara Unbroken</title><content type='html'>Alara Unbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Read: Magic the Gathering, Alara Unbroken by Doug Beyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will help in your understanding in the following context. There are Five Shards of Alara. Alara was a plane split into 5 parts by a planeswalker dragon called Nicol Bolas. Naya is a lush jungle, Jund is a searing world of fire, Grixis is ruled by dark magic and the undead, Esper is full of magic, while Bant is a enlightened world of angels and sigiled knights. Planeswalkers are beings that can teleport from one plane to another. Ajani is a Wild Nactal who later discovers he is a planeswalker, disliked by his tribe because of his unusual white fur. Elspeth is from Bant, and she is a planeswalker who came from a world that was in suffering, where she did not want to return to. Rafiq the Many is also from Bant, and is a very decorated knight. He cannot find his honor in the defence of Bant, and is thrown into confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I compare my life so far with that of Ajani, I feel privileged to be born in a world that accepts me the way I am and accepts my tries at second chances. In Alara Unbroken, Ajani is ostracised out of his tribe of Wild Nactal, but whatever efforts he puts in to fit in are in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has allowed me to realise that I am like an insect next to the rest of the world. There are so many different cultures and ways of life that I am unfamiliar with. I truly feel that the five Shards of Alara are meant to represent the seven continents in the world, as though there are seven continents, some of them share cultures that are widely the same, and Antarctica does not count. Anyways, there is so much to explore out there that I do not even know exists, exactly like the people in the different shards were like: they did not know of the other shards’ existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the main character entered my classroom, he would most likely just look confused, and then planeswalk/ teleport to another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other main characters, Elspeth, was faced with a hard decision to make when the five shards started coming together and chaos ran rampant in her homeworld: her world was not an ideal place anymore, and she could just planeswalk/teleport to another, better world. Should she or should she stay and defend her world with whatever magic she had? If I were in her shoes, I would choose to stay and defend my world, as my world no doubt has provided much for me, so I must stand and defend it. I would like to link this back to my life by saying that Singapore has been my home all my life, and if it is attacked by others, I would give my life to defend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from this book that whatever problems you have, be it that you are ostracised by others, or that someone is putting something dear to you in danger, it is always best to face the bull by its horns, like how you should face problems by the ‘p’. There were many problems that arose in the book, and I feel that if the characters did not confront them, the story would not have been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, someone I knew had something very dear to her destroyed by someone she was sure was one of her friends who came to her house one day. This links back to Ajani’s brother, Jazal, getting killed one night by creatures summoned by someone unknown, and Ajani tries to find him or her to exact his revenge. The culprit that destroyed that object was none other than her brother, and the person who summoned the creatures on Ajani’s brother was his childhood friend, Zaliki. Both culprits committed their deeds out of accident. By the way, Zaliki lived, and my friend’s brother did too, just not as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were one of the characters in the book, this would be my diary entry for two consecutive days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have been extremely confusing. Zaliki told me she was the one who summoned the creatures into our tribe. She said that she heard voices in her head telling her to ‘preserve the peace’ of our tribe. I don’t know if I should kill her or forgive her this accident. After all, she was not directly the one who killed Jazal, was she? The next day she killed Marisi, the one responsible for Jazal’s death all along stripping me of any chance of avenging my dear brother. What should I do now? I have to move on and forget about all this. I have a feeling that tomorrow will be the day that I will face off with Nicol Bolas and at last end all this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important places in the story are the borders of all the five shards: Naya, Grixis, Jund, Esper and Bant, and most importantly, the maelstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No change would have to made even if the book occurred 200 years ago, as this story took place not in this world, and there is no sign of modern technology in the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is a humid place that has gone through much industrialisation, and there is definitely no source of mana for magic. Naya is a lush, untainted jungle of a world. Humans and elves alike worship giant behemoths, seeking to uncover their ancient secrets. Bant is an enlightened kingdom of holiness and angels, where political disputes are settled by means of war, each side having to follow laws set by Asha, the late leader of all angels, as in she is dead. In Esper magic rules the shard. Sphinxes watch over all sentient beings of the shard. Etherium is an alloy that is able to enhance the physical ability of a living being, and the sphinxes ensure that every living thing is ‘cleansed’ with an Etherium enhancement. Grixis is a closed coffin without any source of white mana to give life to its denizens. It festered for centuries, and turned into a cesspit of demons and ghouls. The humans that still live there hide away from the demons. They are the key for the demons to make new undead minions. Jund is a primevial, seething cauldron-world of volcanoes and reptilian predators. Humans live in tribes that stick together to survive. Goblins scurry from mountaintop to mountaintop, seeking the ‘honour’ of getting devoured by dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my story took place in a modern time like today where there is modern weaponry available for use. The humans would be the rulers like in the real world, with their sense of teamwork better than ever, using all the guns and ammunition to gun down the self-centered demons. The humans would come together and fight as one single force, destroying any resistance they come across, from dragons to goblins to planeswalkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Ajani’s traits can be represented by a shape that has a circular bottom, and a livid and spiky top, like a symbol of fire. Inside the circle I would describe him as a person who is good at bringing out the best in others, and tolerance, patience and love are his virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be how I write the ending to the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajani pushed a sponge into the bottom of the wooden bucket, soaking up water and cleanser. He had to clean up Jazal’s lair one more time, before he went away. Away from all this. Naya was never fit for him, and he did not know if he would ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;‘Will you ever be back?’&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring her question, he said, ‘I’m appointing you kha. I’ve met with the elders, and they decided this way was the best. Please, do this for me.’&lt;br /&gt;‘Ajani, I… is that forgivance?’&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s close. It’s trust..’&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you.’ She managed to say before Ajani abruptly stood up and embraced him. Words that were never spoken were expressed through that one embrace. She left the room after, knowing that she might never see him ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Ajani scrubbed all night until the floor until it was clean. He carried the bucket outside the lair and dumped the soiled water over the ledge, into the jungle below.&lt;br /&gt;I changed this story as I felt that Zaliki should be better off than in the real story. I felt sorry for her when her folly severed her childhood friendship with Ajani, even when she still cared for him. So I decided to change to story’s ending to a more quiet and touching setting, so that they could embrace and make the story more satisfying to the reader, which is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the character that is most like me in this story is Rafiq the Many. He has had a best friend, as I have, and has lost him, as I have. At one point of time he wondered if ‘friendship could be severed with a blade’, as he had affected his friend’s spine so that he was paralysed, but it was not in the intention of truly paralysing him. I have gone through similar thoughts as Rafiq. Rafiq has also faced horrible failure, as I have. He tried to heal his friend’s paralysis, but ended up causing his death. That was a blunder only slightly different from the time I forgot to send my friend a copy of something very important in a file check (that he lost), and thus he ended up dead, like Rafiq’s friend, just in a more horrible way. Rafiq is also someone who has achieved many honours, as I have when I got into Hwa Chong. But he also regrets the stress that is brought on to him when he is seen as the most decorated knight in the world and also as a hero. This attributes to the stress that my family puts on me to do well in my results. And similarly, we have both not done very well. Rafiq got his friend killed, while I failed to get an Ipod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the word that best describes Ajani is ‘lonely’. He has been a loner his whole life, having only two true friends through his childhood, Zaliki who was forsaken by him, and Jazal who was killed. He hunts alone, hoping to redeem himself for the colour of his skin, and his hunted always gets stolen by his tribe-mates that resent him. He treasures everything that his two friends gave him, and holds sentimental value to everything that he owns. It is the sad truth that he was lonely, so lonely that he mourned his brother’s death and his lost of a friend so much that it ignited his planeswalker spark, and a planeswalker spark, however rare to possess, requires a lot of trauma to ignite. Even at the end of the story, Ajani chose not to stay with Zaliki, his last remaining friends, and planeswalks to another world…&lt;br /&gt;The two characters that I will compare are Ajani and Nicol Bolas. They are two completely different beings. Ajani is good at strengthening others by bringing out the best in them, while Nicol Bolas destroys others from within them, thus killing them by bringing out the worst in them. Nicol Bolas forges no real bonds with anyone in the galaxy, but Ajani puts his life before those who accept him as who he is, and he has friends, however few, to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change the part of the story where Nicol Bolas was defeated. This part of the story caused some dissatisfaction, as Nicol Bolas died rather trivially. Ajani brought out another Nicol Bolas from within, which was forged by the power from the Maelstrom. Nicol Bolas was a dragon more than ten thousand years old, and he no doubt had survived much more disasters more dangerous than what Ajani defeated him with. This part of the story is no doubt a mistake in the writer’s part, and this is what I would change if I ever have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakka Mar: At the impact, a mighty cascade of lightning burst from where she landed, pent-up magic released from her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alteration: Rakka watched in sick pleasure at Ajani, who was holding one of Kresh’s humans in his hands. The pain it’s going through right now must be unbearable. He will have no choice but kill the human, Rakka thought. After a while, she decided that it was taking too and she raised an arm and was about to take out the both of them, when she was swept back by a sudden sphere of overwhelming power. It was a strange thing watching her flesh burn. Then she was impaled in the neck. She never got to know what killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Advert: Once upon a time, the plane of Alara was shattered into five planes, each distinctly populated with relative mono-magical culture that reflects each of the five colors. Now, the planes are beginning to realign and merge once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nefarious forces work to hasten the cataclysmic realignment for their own gain, the populations of once ordered planes struggle to come to terms with a new planar order in which long separated struggles between opposite clash once more; martyrs face executioners, fire and water, earth and air, growth and decay, the innate versus the artificial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid this chaos, Ajani, a fierce leonin planeswalker, struggles to bring justice and resolution to his brother's death. Noble warrior Rafiq searches for the source of this evil that has invaded his world. And Sarkhan Vol, planeswalker and dragon hunter, taps into a power so pure and ancient, it threatens to consume him even as he revels in its unadulterated totality. Get your copy today at your favourite book store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax of this story is the part where Ajani fought the final battle against Nicol Bolas. It was not just one tremendous struggle, but involved many other struggles as well, like the battle of the humans and the elves going on elsewhere which the author kept switching back to, and the Nactal civil war was also raging on around them. Ajani’s inner struggles were also included in this part of the story. All this combined no doubt aroused the most emotions in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem in the book is that Ajani has no real friends, and in the end the solution presented by the author is simply to just go to another world, one that he finds more suited for himself. I feel that he should just stay on in Naya and become kha, which is the leader of the tribe. He would have to find acceptance then, and he already could have a clean slate by forgiving Zaliki for all that she had done and become friends again. This would solve his problem and made sure that he would have more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author obviously wrote this book for people who play Magic: The Gathering the trading card game and who would like to know more about the multiverse of Magic. But I think that the personal reason for him writing this book is to ensure that the people who play Magic do not end up having an addiction to Magic the Gathering, and rather play the game as a pastime, spending some of their time reading books like these, and then moving on to other books that are not related to Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would save Rakka Mar, the fiery sorceress, from her death by the hand of Ajani much too early in the book. If she survived the kill, she could have come back to hunt Ajani down, making the storyline of the story more complicated, and inevitably more exciting. In my opinion, the author killed Rakka so fast as he wanted to save the trouble of writing so much more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is good as it can tell the reader what the story is about and it kind of gives off an aura of magnificence to the book. It is appropriate to the content of the story, and I find that it is creative that the word “unbroken” was used instead of just excluding th word completely or using something more common like ‘reformed’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the ending of the story can be better, in the way that Ajani did not have to leave Naya, or the Elspeth did not have to leave Bant. There was also no mention of Sarkkhan at the end of the story, and there was no mention of him dying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would choose Ajani as a friend as he truly needs one. He is compassionate, able to defend himself from others, and most importantly, loyal. He could stand up for me whenever I need an argument won, and nobody would be stupid enough to argue with somebody taller than Yao Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS The answer to q48 can answer the last two questions, so I really don’t see the difference in the questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8775890530187097380?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8775890530187097380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-evaluation-1-alara-unbroken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8775890530187097380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8775890530187097380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-evaluation-1-alara-unbroken.html' title='Book Evaluation 1: Alara Unbroken'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6688071940389263992</id><published>2009-06-06T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:32:33.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Wow. A lot of stuff happened in my life so far. There was the NPCC camp, going to msia, blahblah....&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway I really want to tell you guys abt the NP camp. there was this event caled the Solo Night, that they made us sit in one corner and for 2 hours for our imaginations to run wild, in the dark btw. &lt;br /&gt;  So it was 12.20 a.m. in the morning and our seniors were telling us a lot of stuff about WWII and how HCI used to be a place of inspection for massacre in WWII (yeah, I never knew too!). Here's the stuff that srsly freaked the umff out of me, if you wan to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NCO: One of my seniors heard a clapping sound, so he looked up and saw a boy floating in mid-air, clapping by a candle&lt;br /&gt;2. Some other guy: You know there's one toilet in the current art block that has a mirror that is placed on the left of the sink? You know why?? Cos once a student went there, washed his face, and... yalah, he didn't see himself lor...&lt;br /&gt;3. Yet another guy: Long ago there was a student who drowned in a fountain in the part of the campus near the KK statue, so buried it. So if you are stationed there for Solo Night, if you hear someone singing 'hai tian liao kuo yun shu...' then don't be too afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So for the Solo Night I was stationed near a patch of bushes near the canteen, so I was staring directly into the bushes, and I wasn't supposed to turn around or do anythin but look in front or down, I had no choice but to hide bury my head in my hands so I could avoid looking into the dark bushes. The first hour was totally freaky cos there was like a lot of ppl freaking out and screaming for help so it wasn't silent at all. But then I thought about the stuff that happened in the morning, about all the ppl who were raped in the icebreaker games, literally raped, and about the grp of NY, Saint Nic's and CHIJ gals who came in the morning to do some sick dance practice (my group called them the horny club, lol) and had to witness the guys getting raped, and it wasn't so bad from then on.&lt;br /&gt;  The camp generally sucked D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6688071940389263992?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6688071940389263992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6688071940389263992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6688071940389263992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7998405093607754586</id><published>2009-05-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:38:44.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prompt: My first Semester as a Sec 1 Student</title><content type='html'>Please don't read this unless you are Ms Soh  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It has been 6 months since I joined as a son of HCI, and I feel that my journey has been an enriching one. I have had many great times and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;  When I first entered HCI I felt that I had lost many friends from my old school, many of which had gone to RI. For the first few weeks I did not try to make any new frineds, choosing to salvage whatever relationships I had with friends from my old school, which were spread out in the other classes. This was how I became best friends with Nigel and Qi Dong, as they were from my old school and I preferred their company to the rest of my classmates. &lt;br /&gt;  However, Nigel and me soon grew distant from Qi Dong as we found that he had certain qualities that we did not like. We are eutral with him now and are trying to forge new bonds to our old ex-best friend. &lt;br /&gt;  I fought extremely hard for my CCA, but failed to get into the CCA I desired as I lacked the skill. In the end, I forced my way in, only to find out that I could not keep up wit all the training sessions and that my skills were not nearly close to my friends'. I stayed and tried my best to improve to their standard of the game, but I just couldn't and at the beginning of term 2 I went to the head of CCA of Uniform Groups to help me change my CCA. As he had already advised me not to insist on the CCA I had wanted, he reprimanded me and enlightened me to the truth. Inthe end, I managed to switch my CCA, but with a new mindset of the school's EP3 system. I went to NPCC, a CCA that I had thought was nota very good one, but after the verbal beating that I received, I realised that every CCA had its good points. &lt;br /&gt;  My favourite eating place for this period of time was the Fish Tank, thye cafe in the Junior College site. I would always go there with Nigel to play cards or watch videos on the computer in there. &lt;br /&gt;  My term one MSG was above 2.0, whch was notvery good. I still do not know the results for this term's results now, but I think I made a slight improvement :D.&lt;br /&gt;  My plans for the future are to study hard for my next examinations and to get an overall grade that is &lt; than 2.0! I know thhat it will take some improvements in some subjects, and I will try not to deprove in anysubject, especially LA. I will have to do more blog prompts like these and contribute more in class discussions.I should also spend more time watching CNA, as my Geography teacher has advised just today. I jope that with my added hard work, I will be able to overcome the odds and achieve this goal. But seriously, I can't kick the computer games...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7998405093607754586?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7998405093607754586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/prompt-my-first-semester-as-sec-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7998405093607754586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7998405093607754586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/prompt-my-first-semester-as-sec-1.html' title='Prompt: My first Semester as a Sec 1 Student'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-5078756367315211053</id><published>2009-05-14T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:46:41.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How you like my new skin? I just decided that the old one was gloomy and not at all colourful, so I got this one. My life has been really boring these few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;  I just can't wait for the June holidays to come. So much Wow to play, and so many gaherings to go to. Sian. Everbody in the world seems to know Shanisse. Wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-5078756367315211053?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/5078756367315211053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-you-like-my-new-skin-i-just-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5078756367315211053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5078756367315211053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-you-like-my-new-skin-i-just-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-4293510472276606157</id><published>2009-05-10T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:15:10.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 Week 6- News In Class Blog Prompt</title><content type='html'>Q: You are the newly appointed Director of the corruptive Practices Investigative Unit. Write a 350-word long speech to be delivered at a ministerial meeting where you describe the three main actions your team will be taking to stamp out corruption in your country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The first precaution that we will take is to pay close attention to the actions of the citizens of our home country. We will organise gatherings where the members of the neighbourhood come up and voice their views on the state of the present government, and support whatever reasonable complaints against the democracy of the goverment.&lt;br /&gt;  We will also publish books that provide information on corruption, so the public will understand what corruption is and do their part to combat it. This ensures that the public will be aware of the prejudices the government make against them, should there be any. This will also teach them to understand the importance of an election when one is neccesary, and they will most likely make the right decision. This way, we will not have to take all the action needed to make the people be safe of a corrupt government.&lt;br /&gt;  Thriedly, we will moniter the government's actions as closely as possible to make sure that he is not corrupt or under the effects of corruption. If so, we will immediately take legal action to elect a new government, or at least have the people decide whether they still want our current leader to stay. This way, the government would either risk us unearthing his anti-democracy plots or just do away with them entirely.&lt;br /&gt;  Using these methods, we can effectively and quickly stamp out corruption in the city of Singapore, and have the people true peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-4293510472276606157?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4293510472276606157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/term-2-week-6-news-in-class-blog-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4293510472276606157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4293510472276606157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/term-2-week-6-news-in-class-blog-prompt.html' title='Term 2 Week 6- News In Class Blog Prompt'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-190508310687942977</id><published>2009-05-02T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:16:45.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTG Sales/ Maumu watches South Park ZOMG</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been selling Magic: The Gathering trading cards, and I've been earning a hell lot of money. 60 bucks from nigie buying my deck (ty:D) and the rest fot he $50 from the others. Anton hates magic -.-&lt;br /&gt;  June hols are coming up. Only like, thirty more days!&lt;br /&gt;  And this may seem super disturbing, but our discipline master watches/ watched South Park before. I mean, you know how vulgar and sick SP is? It's only for above 12-30 year olds to watch lor. Like there was this one episode where Cartman killed some guys parents, cooked them, and fed it to the guy? You get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to XD: Alara Reborn is out!&lt;br /&gt;Note to Nigel: Stop stealing my MTG business&lt;br /&gt;Note to Bryce: I know you think I'm trying to suck up to you, but puh-lease, stop thinking I give a damn about your life o.0 (leave me alone next time, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-MEN Origins ROCKS;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-190508310687942977?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/190508310687942977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/mtg-sales-maumu-watches-south-park-zomg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/190508310687942977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/190508310687942977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/05/mtg-sales-maumu-watches-south-park-zomg.html' title='MTG Sales/ Maumu watches South Park ZOMG'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-4266316920953570735</id><published>2009-04-23T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:07:52.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track and Field Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoG6wEBqI/AAAAAAAAACc/YNfzLWYx2Uk/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoG6wEBqI/AAAAAAAAACc/YNfzLWYx2Uk/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327872827238647458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGibHF6I/AAAAAAAAACU/Pv64OSFtD4E/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGibHF6I/AAAAAAAAACU/Pv64OSFtD4E/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327872820708317090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGrzD7vI/AAAAAAAAACM/5aJb9N05uUk/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGrzD7vI/AAAAAAAAACM/5aJb9N05uUk/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327872823224692466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGU3AvoI/AAAAAAAAACE/lEoNpLWaJ2k/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGU3AvoI/AAAAAAAAACE/lEoNpLWaJ2k/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327872817067245186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGe6vMMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dvrjg9073cU/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoGe6vMMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dvrjg9073cU/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327872819767226562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few pictures taken for today's Track and Field Finals. Davis was on a sharp lookout for you-know-who, and Nigel was despo and acb for some ny girl o.0. Freaky D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-4266316920953570735?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4266316920953570735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/track-and-field-finals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4266316920953570735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4266316920953570735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/track-and-field-finals.html' title='Track and Field Finals'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SfBoG6wEBqI/AAAAAAAAACc/YNfzLWYx2Uk/s72-c/Image060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8521234578850517512</id><published>2009-04-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:38:21.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Tests in one Day T.T</title><content type='html'>Today we started off by going for our five NAPFA stations. I died at eveything D:. I never got an A in the whole thing, except for the inclined pull-ups. I was like, yeah, then I pwned the timer. At 21 secs I did 27 pull-ups :/. Then the rest I kena, cos I'm THIRTEEN. It's not fair lor. For standing broad jump have to jump 12cm more to get the same grade as 12year ols.&lt;br /&gt;  Then we had the science test. I think I bagged the MCQ questions, but the section B I phailed de. &lt;br /&gt;  Then for the english test I think I did quite well. I was writing about this thing, and it actually sounded believable! Woo! Someone wrote something about a talking seashell and saving the world from a tsunami XDDD. What were you thinking, man? Anyway, I can't say who he is or he will probably never treat me ever again &lt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I got A1 for my math!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8521234578850517512?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8521234578850517512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-tests-in-one-day-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8521234578850517512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8521234578850517512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-tests-in-one-day-tt.html' title='Three Tests in one Day T.T'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7208122623690637694</id><published>2009-04-10T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:25:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Davis</title><content type='html'>Dear Davis,&lt;br /&gt;  You might remember that today I called you to try and get you to come out with me, Shanisse, and some other girl that I met at my tuition. I am not sad that you didn't come. At all. You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  COS IT'S A JOKE, YOU GOONDU!! XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD PWNED XDXDXDXDXDXDXDX!!!! &lt;Whew&gt; ahh, don't kill me, please don't kill me! But you know you seemed very serious about the matter. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7208122623690637694?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7208122623690637694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-davis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7208122623690637694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7208122623690637694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-davis.html' title='Note to Davis'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-3366726270908776297</id><published>2009-04-08T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:29:31.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Test</title><content type='html'>I hope I don't fail like I used to :( It's all in the mindset, and I can't change it no matter how hard I try to. Everytime it comes to a test, I get all panicky and shit. But this time I tried my best. So how come I still feel like crap? If I don't get A1 for this then I seriously cannot get exempted liao. And furthermore, I already minus 5 marks le D:  But I checked with the others and I know I got a couple of questions correct, or everyone I checked :D, so, YAY! Please, I have to get this, cos for once I didn't slack, please... please...&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, on the bright side, I got 18/20 for a graded Chinese assesment!! Qi Dong got like a 8 and so did Nigel I think. But considering that he got 0 for the last one, this is already a BIG improvement, so congrats to you! And amazingly, my HCL hasn't been sucking beyond a B3 since term one! That may still seem suck, but I still improved :/. And Shanisse is posting again, by the way, so you might want to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;  You know the gal from my old-old school? Probably not, but she added me on MSN, courtesy of Andrew's persuasion :D. Then Andrew left the convo and left me with  her  -__-'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Nigel said Limin said something about Miao Ling's skin, hehe. Her blogskin lah. What were you thinking? &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS Me and Nigel were at the Fish Tank today and we checked Justin's blog. He was so happy when he saw that he was on the friend's poster, then I rofled when it tagged 'kungfu panda' ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-3366726270908776297?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3366726270908776297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/math-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3366726270908776297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3366726270908776297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/math-test.html' title='Math Test'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-5922882525899957853</id><published>2009-04-03T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:00:37.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on my A-a-a-a-a-alchohol :))</title><content type='html'>I feel drunk. I drank lots of crap below my bro's bed. It said: A cocktail of TEQUILA, RUM... It's definitely alchoholic. Cause WoW promotes alchohol, right. So some of the stuff that the vendors sell is alcoholic, so I knew rum was wine or something. I drank some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SIP: Warm and fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;SECOND SIP: Cn't seem to stand up properly&lt;br /&gt;THIRD: "I'm slippin into teh lavaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH: Wheeeee :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now I know why WoW is marue rated. And I'm having rashes or something, and my mom says it's what happens in my family when you drink alcohol. But I think I more resistant to this, cos it's only on my upper body :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-5922882525899957853?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/5922882525899957853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-my-a-a-alchohol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5922882525899957853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5922882525899957853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-my-a-a-alchohol.html' title='Blame it on my A-a-a-a-a-alchohol :))'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2789119003772529485</id><published>2009-03-27T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:22:45.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me!!!</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know what to do lehx! Yesterday, I went to see Mr Tan Chee Wee about my transfer of CCA,a nd he snapped at me for changing my CCA to TT last time 'behind his back', cos last time he said that I couldn't get in because of a very good reason. Then when I finally understood this, he yells at me for not getting it the last time and now he is transferring me back to NPCC. But the point is that I don't want to be in a UG when I can be in Jud lor. Late last nght, Nigel  called me and asked me to join judo. Cos earlier that day I went to the head of Judo and saked to be let in, before I went to see Mr Tan Chee Wee. Then at approx 5pm, I was still at Mr Tan's cubicle. It's not just because of my personal interest in Judo, but you all know that I'm a sporty perosn by nature, and Judo is really hardcore physical. NPCC is somewhat physical lah, but it's drills and all that. I've thought about it. NPCC= shooting, rifle drills, setting up camps, knot-tying, cooking, swimming, and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;  The whole thing is in many different aspects, some of them I will confirm fail. I'm not running away from the obstacles or anything, like Mr Tan said. But hell... you know what he said? &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If you change once more, I'll kill you...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  So what do I do now?):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2789119003772529485?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2789119003772529485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2789119003772529485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2789119003772529485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-me.html' title='Help me!!!'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6973792442361150011</id><published>2009-03-26T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:29:18.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit my CCA :(</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a situation where you were too noob for something and others could just walk over you in that area? I have D:, and it seriously sux. There are, like, the top ten table-tennis players in Singapore in HC's team lor, and obviously you can imagine me getting the s*** beaten out of me when I try to spar with them. So I decided to go and transfer out of table-tennis. I know it's too late for a CCA liek Judo or anything, so I've submitted myself to the fate of a uniform group(no offense to those in the UGs :p). I went to the office of CCA or something then went to see the teacher that gave me in when I wanted in to the table-tennis team, and told him he was totally right. So now, I"M out!! Sad to say it, but I just don't have the skill to make it to anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;  And is there an unspoken rule for students to not sit down on the bus when it's crowded in there? Yesterday, I was standing for 30min alrd and was damn tired, so when an old man got up I sat down, and felt the whole bus staring at me!! I was like, what the hell is everyone staring at me for? So today I made a point not to sit until the whole bus was empty. By the end of the ride my legs were so stiff I had trouble walking, and I had some problem with my blood circulation( it's like that when you stand too long). I seriously hope I won't have to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Nigel tried to wack Philmann 2 times today, and got into trouble with the office &lt;shudder&gt;. Next time you try to hit somebody, don't choose to do it in the middle of a lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6973792442361150011?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6973792442361150011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-quit-my-cca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6973792442361150011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6973792442361150011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-quit-my-cca.html' title='I quit my CCA :('/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6645538725298898671</id><published>2009-03-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:03:49.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Account</title><content type='html'>Oh, yah, If you see a facebook account called Keeve Quah, that's me. But I'm not going to check regularly, cos I created the account to spy on my bro's gf. I suspect she may have the password to my bro's account on my com. I need the pass so I can change myself back to an admin. You guys don't know? Ahh, it's a long story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6645538725298898671?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6645538725298898671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-account.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6645538725298898671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6645538725298898671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-account.html' title='Facebook Account'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6909370543476130237</id><published>2009-03-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:56:32.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relevance to Today</title><content type='html'>The Lottery&lt;br /&gt;Relevance to today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today, we live in a very competitive society, which is related to The Living Conditions in The Lottery quite inderictly, but this relevance is quite significant indeed. In school or a workplace of each average Singaporean, there are many people who strive to be on top. However, a minority of them do not have any goals that they work to, and these people enjoy their lives freely and without the worries of their bosses or teachers in any way, and are also what we often call 'slackers'. My point is that these people are picked out from the rest of the group and then ostracised, and finally beat down like how the unfortunate people who were picked for the lottery were stoned to their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;  This is the most relevant example of our modern day 'lottery', although there are some differences. Firstly, this form of lottery picks out its victims not by random, but by their faults that other's just cannot tolerate. In other words, this lottery picks out victims who partly or fully deserve this punishment. And of course, the person does not die.&lt;br /&gt;  I will now list down some examples that have taken place right before my very eyes. Firstly, someone in my class has been cruelly ostracised because of his tendency to irritate people, and possibly his obesity. This has affected his academic results and his ability to tell who his true friends truly may be. Secondly, I have a boy in my tuition who has his arrogance the factor that he sits by himself in a row of tables, while the rest of the class is huddled together in unity. And lastly, I am not mentioning these people to make them infamous, but rather to awaken people to the reality of their actions, and also so I can finish my homework. However, these people may be so traumatised by all this bullying that they may grow up to be a serial killer, or even not grow up at all...&lt;br /&gt;  I hope that humans will never be so heartless as to really resort to killing others to get rid of their daily annoyances, and that they can learn the value of tolerance. This society is becoming much more like what I fear it will become someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6909370543476130237?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6909370543476130237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/relevance-to-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6909370543476130237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6909370543476130237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/relevance-to-today.html' title='Relevance to Today'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2213989357636969485</id><published>2009-03-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:05:27.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Gathering</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went for my p5 term1 grp gathering to meet everyone who was in the grp's then. There was Nic Oh, Reiball, Shanisse and Daboob, and it's quite rare for Daryl to actually turn up for a gathering. First we went to Nic's house to play his wii for a while. I seriously sucked at the whole thing except for tabletennis and maybe relay, but in the end I still got thrashed by rb :(. Natasha was also there, and she apparently picked all the games that she was pro in so she could pwn all of us, but I'm ok with it, I guess. Oh yah, in the morning that day I went and bought magic cards while waiting for Nic, and I got all sucky cards, so now I'm still quite pissed, especially cause all the other booster packs I bought that day also had sucky cards &gt;: Then after the wii we went for some badminton, and we had to wait like, 30min before the bus we had to take arrived. In that time we caught up with each other, an talked about Davis, hehe. Then someone( I won't say who, cos he/she will just kill me) said that Bryce was like Nigel. I feel sad for you, Bryce, or should it be Nigel? &lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, we went to play badminton and I did pretty well. At least that's what I think. Then I went to open a bottle of 100-plus and there was a 'GLS' at the bottom of the cap. NONE of the others got a cap like that! I was super happy at that time, but today I pinched Gaboob's fats when I found I had to collect FIVE of those just to get an 'exclusive' coca-cola mug &gt;:O After the badminton session, we were all sooo sad, especially Nic, who teamed up with Shanisse doubles the whole time :P. But finally rb and me decided to go with Nic to the movies to watch 'The Legend of Chun-Li'...&lt;br /&gt;  Wah, I very tired now leh. That's only half the day lor, and then still got today. I go sleep alrd. Zzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2213989357636969485?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2213989357636969485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterdays-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2213989357636969485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2213989357636969485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterdays-gathering.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Gathering'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-4943040274554896061</id><published>2009-03-16T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:52:21.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to watch a movie with my dad. It's called 'Push', and it's about people with psychic abilities, and it also had Dakota Fannings in it!&lt;3 And after I watched the movie, I suddenly felt really lonely. As in, like I needed to get a gf or something O: I could have gotten one last year, but all the girls who sat next to me were, like, not my type(don't mention Joelle, cos I'll just die laughing XD). I have to wait for another 5 long years before I can even think about getting a gf, or people will think that I'm a flirt or something. There's this guy in my class who had a gf called Cindy, and now everyone talks abt everything that he might have done with her, mostly erm... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;  But the point is that I seriously have to get somebody to go watch a movie with me so I won't feel like shit when I exit the cinema and others start kissing and whatever. Not that I wan to do that or anything la, but the scriptwriters these days just love to scorn ppl without gfs lor. So Nic Oh, plsplspls organise the gathering with a movie, I understand that shanisse is daryl's, and davis don't feel bad cos that's the truth, but at least I'll still have the company of some friends. Just for your info, I dreamt abt a girl yesterday, and only Andrew would know her, or some of the girls' friends in RGS. Ugh, I feel gay talking about this mushy stuff, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-4943040274554896061?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4943040274554896061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-i-went-to-watch-movie-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4943040274554896061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4943040274554896061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-i-went-to-watch-movie-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7383040199573414183</id><published>2009-03-16T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:17:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gaming Life/ Branboob's Life so Far</title><content type='html'>You all probrably know all about my addiction to WoW and Warcraft 3, or Halo, or whatever FPS or RTS games. Just for those who don't know, FPS is First-Person-Shooter, and RTS is Real-Time-Strategy. But recently I just picked a newfound interest for Magic: The Gathering, which is a card game that some of my classmates play. I lost much of my interest last year because none of my friends were sensible enough to play such a good game(Why???), and when I tried playing with Justin, he cheated like seow in my face and heck, yeah, he don't take it too seriously either:(. But now that I realise that Benny and XD play, I simply just have to pick it up again. Fortunately, my brother also is a Magic addict, so he supplies me with the cards I need to build the ultimate deck. I've already made one, but I currently don't have any rares in it, so don't slap me when you see me on Mon, Benny.  &lt;br /&gt;  And I'm proud to say that I've converted Branboobs into an absolute clone of the P-6 me! He's been spamming my SMS inbox with: What kind of girl do you like; You know who my valentine is?; I'm gay. Let's meet up someday. Hee, the last one is fake. But you guys got the point. He's a flirt :D, and he asks me for advice whenever posible. But please, don't mistake me for that kind of guy, cause I'm no longer the handsome guy who flirts, I'm just laying low now. And a tip for you, Bran, lose some of the fats, and not too quickly or you'll get moobs :P. All the best to you, old friend, and stop messaging me on the sick stuff( you don't even want to know what kind of XXX messages he sent me about his ******* and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;  P.S. And in case any of you are wondering, I do NOT have a girlfriend, and I'm not eyeing anybody. Um, in case you heard anything from Benny or Zhi Yuan or FatMatt, about the 'when the chio-bu opened the door' during our newspaper collecting CIP, hehe, I must say that it was a complete accident, and it wasn't my fault. Those who don't know anything, then you'll just have to find out ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7383040199573414183?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7383040199573414183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7383040199573414183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7383040199573414183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='My Gaming Life/ Branboob&apos;s Life so Far'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7417929002776582539</id><published>2009-03-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T05:36:15.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of cool new stuff!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, by now if you're still regularly reading my blog, I thank you for being such a nice person. &lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I got my laptop yesterday, yays! All those days of saving up with all of yout treats and stealing Nigel's prata have finally paid off! Well, actually, my father paid for half of it. But I still got it, so I'm happy enough. What completely owns about my laptop is that it has a dedicated 512mb graphic card, which means whatever I do on my com, it will be in super high quality picture. And it basically means I can run Halo 3 or 2 on it ultra fast with no lag. Most laptops don't even have the graphic card needed for the installation of Halo 1. And furthermore, I got a free upgrade from 3gb RAM to 4gb! So now it has a 4gb RAM and 320gb HDD, which I think stands for 'harddisk' or something. I'm posting this with my laptop right now! I got a free cooler, as in to cool my com, a headset and a free antivirus software! Now it's cool, with a headset and completely BDQD FREE! No lah, actually Qi Dong is quite good now. I realise that I've been bad to you, man, so I seriously have to apologise. &lt;br /&gt;  And I'm like, really sad now cause my results aren't as good as others. But I'm also happy, cos I'm not at the bottom of the class like I'm supposed to be. And somemore I'm also goddamn angry, cos my history got A1 and my Geog got B3, then when they mixed i got a freakin 3! Gahh, I hate mixed feelings. And everyone threw up their hands yesterday at CIP when we heard that Philmann got a 4.5. Wow. How did he manage to do that?&lt;br /&gt;  Oh yah, and how do you like my new blogskin? I changed everything myself, from the title down to the links, tho there's only Nigel's and Matthew's there. Anyway, Nigel and me went for KFC after the camp( I won't mention the camp, if not I'll get pissed with Qi Dong for saboeing me again), and we found out that he lost his wallet. He was like in trauma swinging his arms around like Matthew does when he acts cute. So then I realised that I wasn't getting my treat which he promised, and I said," So am I getting a treat?" Then Nigel stared at me with Bing Jun's chee-ko-peh stare and then started to walk off. Sorry, Nigel, I know I'm kinda cheap. So tell you what. On the day term starts, I'll treat everyone to one exclusive roti prata. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7417929002776582539?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7417929002776582539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/lots-of-cool-new-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7417929002776582539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7417929002776582539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/lots-of-cool-new-stuff.html' title='Lots of cool new stuff!'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-5148475904989248896</id><published>2009-03-08T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:08:38.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors Movie</title><content type='html'>Today my father brought home some VCDs, and my mother let me watch them with him. The first one was srsly boring; it was about christianity and all that sort of stuff. It was supposed to be about how the world was supposed to end, but it turned out to be about how God saved the world from this disaster. I know some Christians will find this movie comforting, but couldn't help but sleep through the whole thing. My dad agreed and we have decided to give it to my christian aunt.&lt;br /&gt;  Then the second movie was the direct opposite. It was called &lt;Mirrors&gt; and it was really freaky. It was about this girl called Anna who was possessed or something. Then some psychiatrist came along and made her sit in front of a hall of mirrors for a long time. It happens that the evil inside her was forced into the mirror, and then she was cured. But she saw things in the mirror, and she had to be sent to somewhere where there weren't any mirrors whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;  The evil spirit haunted people through the mirrors and forced them to find this Anna, and when they couldn't then they got into deep s***. So Ben, the main character, eventually finds Anna and puts a stop to all that. But the last part was really scary: the evil went back into Anna, who was then 60, and she had superstrength and superugliness too. But in the end she got killed...&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, the story may not seem scary to you so far, but the part that has been scaring the crap out of me is the part where Ben's sister, Angie, steps into the bathroom for her shower. She doesn't know about the mirrors. So she takes off her clothes( she was naked, yeah, M18 what XD), then she goes into the bathtub. Then her reflection in the mirror reached out for its mouth, and started pulling. I was like, going to vomit when Angie's jaw started tearing off! She struggled in pain to keep her mouth shut, but it kept on ripping. Then she dipped her head in the water for just a second, and the tub was filled with blood, zomg. I'll try to get a youtube video bar for you guys to check it out. This is only for those who have a strong will, and not for the weak-hearted. And if you're one of those sickos who are going to watch the thing just to see Angie naked, you will regret it. The sight of her jaws being torn off will ensure that you will never be a pervert again... Oh yah, and I'm telling you this not because I want to freak you out la (please, I'm not that sadistic). I'm just seriously creeped, and I need to find a way to get it out of my mind. Catch the vid. Byes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-5148475904989248896?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/5148475904989248896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirrors-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5148475904989248896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5148475904989248896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirrors-movie.html' title='Mirrors Movie'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2327824237204941580</id><published>2009-03-04T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:14:01.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1 Week 7 Blog Prompt</title><content type='html'>Q: You are a local reporter who has been assigned to write up a 300 word article on a recent concert staged by the Four Seasons band. The editor wants you to describe the sights and sounds during the concert. You are also to include your opinion on whether the concert was worth going an what the band's future will probably be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A flash of bright light pierced through the darkness and a low voice of mandirin could be heard. This was the situation of the Four Seasons concert. The moving entrance of the band drove some fans to tears. Philmann Neo, 17, told the reporters, "I have always loved this band!"&lt;br /&gt;  Neo were also one the adoring fans of the Indonesian pop singers. However strange it is, they sing mandarin songs, adding a brand new genre of pop music as indonesian-chinese singers. An interview with the band reveals that they were born in an environment which was almost hostile to other races. But with the change of government, the band saw a potential in mandarin music, and are now doing their best to keep up with their fans' expectations, says the lead singer. &lt;br /&gt;  In my opinion, they are an up and rising band of singers waiting to pounce on any oppurtunity, and I think that that is commendable for them. Through so much competition with other bands, they stil perservered, and at last managed to stand out from the rest and obtain the fame that they have now. &lt;br /&gt;  Most poeple that attended the live performance of the band said that they 'would come again'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2327824237204941580?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2327824237204941580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-7-blog-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2327824237204941580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2327824237204941580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-7-blog-prompt.html' title='Term 1 Week 7 Blog Prompt'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8199508155475500331</id><published>2009-03-04T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:48:12.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1 Week 4 Blog Prompt</title><content type='html'>Q: The human body today is laden with processed foods that are bad for it. Discuss this with particular reference to your own diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I would like to make a confession. I eat Macdonalds almost every day and KFC (they are actually just frozen in a freezer, then heated for us to eat, so it's still counted) regularly. Am I fat, though? Some people say I am, but I don't think so. I think eating fatty foods can actually be good for you, if you know how to use them correctly. Most processed foods are fatty foods, and I they give us energy. So, if you use this energy correctly, it is possible to exercise all of it away and furthermore even get more muscles!&lt;br /&gt;  But one thing that I think is bad for health is instant noodles. They have something called MSG, and my aunt died from eating too much of that. So I guess I'll have to watch my diet and make sure I don't eat that too often.&lt;br /&gt;  Canned foods, which are the main kinds of processed foods if I'm not mistaken, contain preservatives similar to the wax used in instant noodles. Canned fruits not only contain that ingredient, but they are also soaked in water before packaged, and tus they lose most of their vitamins in the water, so I usually avoid them. One thing I regret is that the school forced us to donate canned sardines to old folks for CIP without knowing that it was unhealthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8199508155475500331?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8199508155475500331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-4-blog-prompt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8199508155475500331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8199508155475500331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-4-blog-prompt.html' title='Term 1 Week 4 Blog Prompt'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6055839848117793156</id><published>2009-03-04T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:29:59.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1 Week 5 Blog Prompt</title><content type='html'>Q: Singapore and Moscow are the two countries that got into the final round of the bid for the Youth Olympics 2010. You are the leader of the Singapore team, about to make a presentation to the committee considering your bid. Prepare a presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am sure that we all know that Singapore is smaller than Moscow and may assume that therefore Moscow is the best choice as it is more significant in the world map. But I would like to share my views on this situation. Singapore should be considered for the title of host as we have many facilities that other countries may envy. &lt;br /&gt;  Firstly, we have many luxurious hotels that are situated near the various sports complexes around Singapore. Secondly, our sportinf facilities are widely known to be of the finest quality, to ensure that professionals have a fair and fulfilling competition. Our country also has a strong culture for sports, especially table-tennis.&lt;br /&gt;  We are proud of our climate, that is neither too cold or too wet for any sport. Whoever comes to Singapore will most likely enjoy the sunny breeze and the occasional drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;  We hope that you may consider us for the title of host for the 2010 Youth Olympic games, and give the younger generation a stronger respect for sports, and also the rest of the youths around the world. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6055839848117793156?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6055839848117793156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-5-blog-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6055839848117793156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6055839848117793156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-5-blog-prompt.html' title='Term 1 Week 5 Blog Prompt'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-645329914026288526</id><published>2009-03-04T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:09:45.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1 Week 8 Blog Prompt</title><content type='html'>Q: Describe how people in your country are doing their part to save the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more people in Singapore are feeling the pinch of rising temperatures and more so the increase in the price of electricity. I feel that it is not the public speeches about how to save the environment that is doing the trick, but rather the rising cost of electricity. As long as people don;t get what they want for free, they immediately tighten their belts^^.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people anround my neighbourhood have been more conscious not to litter or spit on the ground wheever they want. They grow plants outside their houses, which add to the greenery of Singapore. Hwa Chong is recycling the newspapers that hey have us read in the morning and that is definitely friendly to the environment. And just this afternoon, I met my neighbour, who told me how we should all save electricity and water by switching off the lights when we go to sleep( just for your info, I sleep with lights on :p), and not to let the shower head run on for too long. He told me taht most people have already started living with these steps to save the environment. They got plumbers to install half-flush buttons in their toilet bowls to save more water in flushing and some of them even avoided flushing their toilets completely, though I do not recommend this. Furthermore, they are also encouraging their children to rinse their mouth after brushing their teeth with a cup of water instead of a running tap. &lt;br /&gt;I have also begun to adapt to these steps that can help save the environment. But the irony of all this is that we use electricity while we use the computer to write these 'environmeantaly friendly' reports. But it's better than using paper, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-645329914026288526?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/645329914026288526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-8-blog-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/645329914026288526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/645329914026288526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-8-blog-prompt.html' title='Term 1 Week 8 Blog Prompt'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-4996840949934501856</id><published>2009-02-25T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:44:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo 2... The True Game of Nerds</title><content type='html'>You know... I'm seriously getting sick of Halo, or rather that everyone keeps bitching about how pro they are, how they can tharsh each other, and how they can use a sniper rifle, and how the pro hax with battle rifle. Lemme tell you something: IT'S LAME! To talk about Halo, because Halo is an easy game to master, to get used to, and to get pro in. You may be pro, but the average skill is EXACTLY yours. Anyway, I got an experimental subject to prove that a person who claims that he is pro, is NOT pro. I got Ze Nuo (he's a chubby boy who looks like the fatter one of DH's bros) to come to Nigel's house for a history project. And after we were done with the project, we played Halo, and then we knew, we knew from the moment he kept hogging turrets, rocket launchers and the energy sword, that it was pure nubness... &lt;br /&gt;Nigel was just sitting there ROFLing, while I was there pwning him with a battle rifle. And to all the nerds out in ACS(not you ah, Branboobs), if you can beat me, I'll jump off the effing building, dude(or geek, for the matter)!&lt;br /&gt;  And here's an audio of the time I challenged Qi Yuan to a Warcraft match:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oei... You say I noob at Warcraft right? Then I fight you one on one lah! You small little fart!!' -Keeve&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;pause&gt; Actually, I'm better at CAMPAIGN.' -Voon Qiyuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lah, hor, at least find a better way to chicken out right. Who the heck plays campaign?!!!! It's just pure noob. When you play RTS, you go online and own and get owned by others, to test your skill! And just for the record, I beat the The Battle of Mount Hyjal before the Scourge even got to Thrall's base.&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp* and the ting that pisses me off the most is that Alistair said he can beat me in Halo. I mean, does he look like the Halo type??? Join me, fellow cool people, and make the nerds and geeks out there understand that they should be banned from Halo, that they should not fantasize about being the spartan or even a marine! I've played millions of other FPS games as good or better than Halo-I know that Halo worshippers may feel sad by my statement. I understand, I was one too- and none of them involved pros standing still while firing a medium range weapon, and I know you do that, Alis! &gt;:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;  Well, that's all for today. For all those people who I may have accidentally offended, please don't spam the Cbox, ty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-4996840949934501856?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4996840949934501856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/halo-2-true-game-of-nerds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4996840949934501856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4996840949934501856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/halo-2-true-game-of-nerds.html' title='Halo 2... The True Game of Nerds'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2389779100403007759</id><published>2009-02-21T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:23:58.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SaAccxFvZRI/AAAAAAAAABM/kLE8rrgSMm4/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SaAccxFvZRI/AAAAAAAAABM/kLE8rrgSMm4/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305271641581774098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SaAcLhaMTfI/AAAAAAAAABE/mHcCkNWfnlU/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SaAcLhaMTfI/AAAAAAAAABE/mHcCkNWfnlU/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305271345314811378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SaAb9im-Q7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qum89ZOiZ9w/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SaAb9im-Q7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qum89ZOiZ9w/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305271105118684082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2389779100403007759?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2389779100403007759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2389779100403007759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2389779100403007759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkySXdLXP7M/SaAccxFvZRI/AAAAAAAAABM/kLE8rrgSMm4/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-3984651164006704310</id><published>2009-02-21T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:59:15.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met Shan's mom...</title><content type='html'>Today, after awards day, me and some other NH people went out for an outing, Bradley organise one lah. We went to eat at Swensens and then we went for a movie. Sadly for me, BDQD( Qi Dong), cause it would have been a bit more fun with him there. But than again, I'm kind of pissed at you, dude. I've been snappy on the phone lately, you know WHY??? Because you owe me $ for winnig the bet! I can easily post your secret on my blog. But I respect your privacy, like a lot of people in NH did, I believe(thx guys, even if you don't know wat I'm toking), so I am returning the favour. Me and Nigel just want what we won, that's it. Just give it to us and we'll forget all abt this. Anyway, we went for a movie later, and it was just draggy, man. It was Valkyrie, and it was a Tom Cruise film. His acting was good, and some parts were quite cool as well, but it all bored down to being draggy :(( Then we went to have dinner, only me, Branboob and Bradzido and ZL at macs. &lt;br /&gt;Then on my way home, guess who called me? Well, I forgot that shan told me not to pick up a call from her phone, so I just did and then it turned out to be her mom. She then conveniently interrogated me for like, 15 minutes. Apparently, you and Davis saboed me and then said I was the one who introed u two. I recall it as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sms: There's a guy in ur class called Davis? Wats he lyk?*&lt;br /&gt;*i said: blah...blah...HE'S NOT UR TYPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lah, dun do this to me. I dun mean to get you two all fired up, but damn, I need to blame this on somebody. I won't go into anything further than this abt shan and davis, as a special request from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-3984651164006704310?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3984651164006704310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-met-shans-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3984651164006704310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3984651164006704310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-met-shans-mom.html' title='I met Shan&apos;s mom...'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-4004731565993229803</id><published>2009-02-14T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:30:30.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RS: My Topic</title><content type='html'>How's it going, people? What have you chosen for your RS topic? For those back in Nan Hua, RS is sort of like IRS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a group with Qi Dong and hopefully Nigel will consider joining two groups, cos he's already in one group le. They may not seem like the coolest people to grp with, but I believe that it will work out. Anyways, we are doing a project on the psychology of animals/ a hamster, cos we're using hamsters (is that how you spell it? My phone's T9 doesn't know it). Basically, we just let it run through a few mazes and see how it reacts to different stuffs. There's a lot more info, but I want to keep it a surprise till projects day. And I just found out that I have to post some videos or crap to have a proper blog, so look at the sides!&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a comment on the popularity contest, and it was damn funny, or just plain gay, it was by duel3, I think. That's Benny, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-4004731565993229803?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4004731565993229803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/rs-my-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4004731565993229803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4004731565993229803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/rs-my-topic.html' title='RS: My Topic'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6587664312577054226</id><published>2009-02-13T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:33:04.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick People Like Me..</title><content type='html'>I found out that this class has an extremely low tolerance for sick people. It's so sad lor. Now I can never relive the days of joking abt Bing Jun's sneezes, farts, or his butt. My question is, exactly WHAT do you guys have against sick people. I mean, we can be perfectly normal sometimes, and our sick jokes and fat jokes can be quite funny, you have to admit. And if you think what you've heard so far is bad, then you are seriously mistaken. Have you heard Qi Dong's sick jokes before. And have you heard Chung Liang's sick jokes before? He will completely own you people &gt;:(((!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a remedy for the not-so-sick. Me, Nigel and Qi Dong are going to come and enlighten you 'gentlemen' on how society would like its youth these days. You guessed it: SICK. We are going to change this class' environment in to true 6j/k made one.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, how come no one vote for Wei Zhi in the popularity contest? He's quite cool what, with the big hair and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6587664312577054226?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6587664312577054226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-people-like-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6587664312577054226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6587664312577054226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-people-like-me.html' title='Sick People Like Me..'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8651080753776963612</id><published>2009-02-13T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:21:45.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Informal Way</title><content type='html'>Hi, guys. The thing thats been on my mind these few days is wat type of typing format I shud use. This way? Or the other? I'm gg to be setting up a poll for u to decide. Meanwhile, I'll just type using informal(if that's wat u call it.) If I type nub language, Gaboob, pls forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Qi Dong has been kind of angry at the last post, the one abt his &lt;em&gt;thing? &lt;/em&gt;Yeah, so I'm sorry, dude. I'll take it off when I feel like it. And the other day Qi Dong was complaining abt how I everytime also insult Nigel and him/ his that one. But I made my point clear that I was insulting Nigel just for fun and not that I mean it, even tho it may be quite insensitive. But my comments towards Qi Dong are purely out of amazement, nothing. I guess won't have to elaborate on it.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the thing that I srsly need to shout out to you is that: I GOT INTO TABLE-TENNIS! WOOT! ROFL! Cos on Wednesday, I went over to practice and told them I wanted to appeal. Then since the coach said I got in the last time, he told one of the seniors to transfer me. So I had to go all the way to the head of CCA, who is Mr Tok, and then camped outside the office waiting for him to confirm the transfer, and then listen to him tell me that I was taking a big risk and stuff, and finally I was told that I got in! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, and I read the Ms Soh comment on my last post. I'm really scared right now. She may drag me out there and kIll me :(((. Hope luck is with me on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8651080753776963612?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8651080753776963612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/informal-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8651080753776963612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8651080753776963612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/informal-way.html' title='The Informal Way'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7452430884011653098</id><published>2009-02-08T05:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:14:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break from Blogging (hope you understand)</title><content type='html'>As there are lots of tests coming up, I'm going to take a break from blogging. I thank the 13( unlucky number leh! ().()) people who have been reading my blog. This break is only temporary, so don't cry now. Anyway, I'll try to make this last post before the break interesting and long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I visited Shanisse's blog just recently and saw many of my old friends there. It got me thinking about the old days, how I always used to pull down other boy's pants and getting my catching tadpoles in the school pond. I miss those days. And I miss Bing Jun so much that I named somebody in the class after him. Just in case you don't know who Shannise is, she is a girl from my old school who is presently in NY. And for those who heard some gay stuff, or lies, she is NOT my gf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, it seems to me that everyone is hating Nigel. I actually have the reason why. Last year, I defamed Bing Jun from a normal boy to a being of complete disregard. Nigel evidently tried to do the same for Bingmann, but on the way, he made a few errors, so now most everyone, including the teachers, think he's an act cute buay. In my opinion, I think he's okay leh. The only acb is sitting right in front, and always wearing a jacket which makes the Hwa Chong uniform pocket buttons protrude like nipples, rofl. Nigel, I warn you, that you don't have the experience of such pro defamation skills such as mine. I had to practice for three years in order to have my results today. Along the way I have been like you, making the Alistair the Nerd and the nerd gang to hate me a bit. But look where they are now, in ACS rotting like dogs. Fatmatt, you better not get on the bad side of me... or you know what's going to happen &gt;:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have heard the Kao Bei rap? You know the vulgar one? That one, yeah. I've been trying to make a clean version of it, as well as alter the lyrics to offend people, hehehe. I am like, half way through the song, but I'll only be posting the full version next week, after the break. It's kind of lame. The Kao Bei rap is cool because of the fact that it is vulgar. That's what makes it funny, I guess. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy my version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you guys may have heard me exclaiming about how big Qi Dong's &lt;em&gt;that one&lt;/em&gt; is. Okay, I am sorry that I being so lame, but, damn it's real distracting. Not because I'm gay, but it sticks out like a sore thumb :(. I think its not that big, just always spiking up all the time! Sorry, Qi Dong, I promise that I won't be angry if you spam "Keeve's dick is big" on your blog or something. It's just something that I had to get out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. I know I was kind of being lame on last thursday's chinese CA discussion. I was just really desperate for ACE points. I just got a bit drama...&lt;br /&gt;Well, that just about sums up my feeling for the week. Hope to see an equal number of readers next week. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm working on the C-box and the blogskin. I promise it will be up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7452430884011653098?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7452430884011653098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/break-from-blogging-hope-you-understand.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7452430884011653098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7452430884011653098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/break-from-blogging-hope-you-understand.html' title='A Break from Blogging (hope you understand)'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6946096635582889095</id><published>2009-02-03T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:51:36.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fat Jokes</title><content type='html'>Most of you were in the music room when I told Philmann that he was so fat, blah blah... And most of you laughed, so I'm going to make up some more fat jokes. That one that I said to Philmann was from 98.7fm, the radio station. The one I insulted Philmann with before music class, the one Wei Zhi heard, that one I made up myself. Since you all haven't heard it yet, I say it somewhere in the near future. Get ready to ROFL :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6946096635582889095?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6946096635582889095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-jokes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6946096635582889095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6946096635582889095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-jokes.html' title='The Fat Jokes'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-1738964791895359403</id><published>2009-01-30T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:11:13.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Waste of Time</title><content type='html'>The day of my birthday, I bought myself a psp! My brother thought he lost a psp, so he bought a new one. Then he found the lost psp and then sold it to me for a $150. PLUS, I also got a 4gb memory card for free! Of course, my mom doesn't know, or I'll be dead, hehe. It just so happens that she confiscicates everything in my life that is worth something to me. The games in my handphones, she deleted them while I was asleep :(. So you might be wondering where I'm hiding it. Well, in plain sight, because she lets my brother keep it in plain sight, and doesn't know about the sale. Whee:D)D)D)D)D)D)D)D)D))))D))&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday, I got into a big fight with Nigel. I nabbed his ping pong bat when we were playing chinese chess( cause the game was seriously boring) then he ran up to the table-tennis CCA room and stole my bat, not to mention that he hid my bag too. Then we got into a big fight when he banged my bat sooooo hard on the metal bars and utterly destroyed the sides of my bat.&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally tricked him and grabbed my bat from him. I banged his bat on the wall a couple of times, then at last went back, to see him doing his &lt;strong&gt;face&lt;/strong&gt; on the stairs. When I said sorry and gave him back his bat, he destroyed it even more! In the end, we made up through my drama skills and uber persuasion techniques, and Nigel gave me back my bag( which he conveniently hid in the closet). We went back to the canteen table-tennis tables and watched some gay dudes do breakdancing. All was well at the end of the day. If you're reading this, Nigel, I'm real sorry about yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-1738964791895359403?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/1738964791895359403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-waste-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1738964791895359403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1738964791895359403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-waste-of-time.html' title='The Best Waste of Time'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-3530696221555489263</id><published>2009-01-28T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:13:22.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socratic Questions</title><content type='html'>Socrates came up with socratic questioning. It interests me to find out who he was, so I checked and found out that he actuallt taught Aristotle and Plato! Getting back to the topic, he used socratic questions to ask his pupils about most everything. They were urged to dare to try to be the most accurate of them all, so accurate that it moves people forward to their own goals.Socratic questioning clarifies and 'probes'(everywhere I looked I got this word) every aspect of the topic, like relevance, accuracy and depth. It also promoted asking questions about questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-3530696221555489263?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3530696221555489263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/socratic-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3530696221555489263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3530696221555489263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/socratic-questions.html' title='Socratic Questions'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-3461804906177932953</id><published>2009-01-28T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:58:39.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thinkquest competition</title><content type='html'>Hi. If you have been checking the EMB often you should have seen something about a Thinkquest competition. You all know how bad I want a laptop. I need team members real bad:(. Basically, we have to start a website on something, then if it's cool enough they nominate you and you win at least a camera! Wooooooot!!! So, who's in?&lt;br /&gt;But first let me tell me how much I've been going through to get a laptop but still haven't got one. I've been complaining for almost a month now and persuading my best, but they still won;t get me a laptop. I can pay for it myself, when other parents, like my friend in 1i3's, can get him a lptop for FREE &gt;:(. Mark my words, b******, I'm going to win the competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-3461804906177932953?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3461804906177932953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinkquest-competition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3461804906177932953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3461804906177932953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinkquest-competition.html' title='The Thinkquest competition'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-5846558848126451151</id><published>2009-01-26T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:12:36.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Prompt: Q1</title><content type='html'>Dear young ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Dr Tan, am honoured to be writing to all of you. Firstly, I would like to discuss the reason I completed the seven marathons and most importantly, how I did it. I knew that if I had good goals and strove hard for them, I would one they get them. It was hard work training, yes, but as you all know, it paid off. You should all follow my example, by setting goals of your own and trying your hardest to fulfil your dreams. Goals are just the beginning of the journey. As Einstain once said, "Success is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration."&lt;br /&gt; There might not be a guarantee that you will all succeed in life, but I can tell you that it is well worth the try. I believe that through sheer determination, you will all grow up to be well-groomed young men and women that can contribute to the society consistently. My life story is one of the many examples of those who put in their blood and sweat for their dreams, and achieved them. Though I have said enough, I would like to urge you all once again to set your goals, and then go get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Dr Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-5846558848126451151?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/5846558848126451151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-prompt-q1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5846558848126451151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/5846558848126451151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-prompt-q1.html' title='Blog Prompt: Q1'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-8126589298782101762</id><published>2009-01-25T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:24:56.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year of the OX is here!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting for so long. I have been caught up with getting all my ang paos and going to the temple to pray for good luck in the new year. So, out of curiosity I'm going to ask all of you ow much you got in CNY money. I'm going to replace the boring post about the music things. Just for your information, I got 1k + dollars and I officially have enough for my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your new year resolution? Mine is to study hard and get lots of good stuff, like my laptop and a psp. Yay! By the way, the day we go back to school is the day of my birthday, and I would really love &lt;3 you guys if you could bring like, 2 dollars for me per person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-8126589298782101762?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8126589298782101762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-ox-is-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8126589298782101762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/8126589298782101762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-ox-is-here.html' title='The year of the OX is here!'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-3029589953449758838</id><published>2009-01-25T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:03:11.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of two close to me...(emo)</title><content type='html'>In a week, I lost those two who had just entered my family, they were Rattrap and Samantha, my two hamsters &lt;sob&gt;. Day 1, Rattrap jumped off the sink when I was trying to bathe him and nose-dived to the ground. After a few days, he died... And for Sam, I don't want to talk about it, or I'll cry. Never have I felt so sad in my life. My hands literally trembled with sadness as I dropped their corpses(they were like humans to me) into the bin. Their cage, which used to be filled with happiness, is now empty and the air is cold and dry in there.&lt;br /&gt;But today, I have sworn to forget about their lives and move on. I went to the temple and prayed that they would find peace in the next world. I hope they do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-3029589953449758838?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3029589953449758838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-of-two-close-to-meemo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3029589953449758838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3029589953449758838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-of-two-close-to-meemo.html' title='The death of two close to me...(emo)'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-311215826083200648</id><published>2009-01-21T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:30:25.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judo</title><content type='html'>Today I went for Judo trials, but not actually to get in. All of you guys who haven't gone to the trials, you better watch out for Keeve, baby. They taught me how to sweep, toss, pin and lift people bigger than me. But there was this bui bui who also plays table-tennis but didn't get into the team, he KILLED me in Judo, man. He's like, my height and 63kg, but amazingly is not like Matthew. He's got an okay figure, as in like Nigel's, but 63kg is feaking ridiculous. When the seniors wanted us to pin each other, the moment  I turned around, he flung his weight on my balls! BOOM, and I'm down, I struggle until my face almost burst, but how do you expect me to breach such a heavy piece of meat? Bingmann, you gotta go learn Judo and own the hell out of his meats. Aww, but the practice trials ended today... Too bad, guys. Now whatever you try to kill me with, I'LL bust your balls!!! This has probably been the most inforaml and vulgar post in the blog so far, lol. Never mind, right? Ms Soh won't be checking for a while. And thanks for your pratonising of the poll. Did you know that Second Hand Serenade is a one man band?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-311215826083200648?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/311215826083200648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/judo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/311215826083200648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/311215826083200648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/judo.html' title='Judo'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-2240424843740141551</id><published>2009-01-20T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:41:53.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fountain of Wealth is Officially Up!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone :),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poll has been closed, with fat and cute in the lead! Nigel is officially cute and fat! Yay... Anyway, most of you have heard of the fountain of wealth. The stuff I said is part crap, part truth. If you wish hard at the fountain, and then work hard for it, you will most likely achieve your goal. For example, you all want to kill Philmann, you could, like, mess up his hair, tuck out his shirt and cut his socks short so you can see the ankle ball, just when Mr Tan is around the corner. Whee, instant 3 demerit points for him! Then he may be so traumatised that he may just jump off a building(ring...ring...adelineeee).&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post another poll strictly for your entertainment purposes. Matthew, please don't copy my idea of polls. I mean, I know that it's not a crime, but can you please spare me some face or not? Thanks so muchies! This week's topic: Which one of the following is your favourite music band (for those who don't listen to music, just put none of the above,k?). Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-2240424843740141551?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2240424843740141551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/fountain-of-wealth-is-officially-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2240424843740141551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/2240424843740141551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/fountain-of-wealth-is-officially-up.html' title='The Fountain of Wealth is Officially Up!'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-6782006769621152571</id><published>2009-01-18T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:55:53.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Address</title><content type='html'>Most of you will be reading this on Monday or Tuesday, cause I think that you guys lost my blog? The thing is, I changed my blog URL, as from the start I knew I made the wrong choice for its name. &lt;em&gt;Dark Abyssal..... &lt;/em&gt;is LAME! So I decided to change to something nerdier and lamer but less emo, and that's  "thekeevemann". Cool, huh? Oh yeah, I'm proud to say that I actually solved the math quiz of yesterday! I really hope that it's correct.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I have the list of blogs in the class, and I am now going to rate the names, in no order of merit, on their meaning. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;fatmatt75.blogspot.com (haha this one is a laugh! Matthew's blog. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unterminated.blogspot.com (Wei Zhi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops, I can only see these two. Sorry:(. Oh yah, Wei Ron, can you shorten your blog's name? People type your address confirm will get xian wan leh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-6782006769621152571?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/6782006769621152571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-of-address.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6782006769621152571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/6782006769621152571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-of-address.html' title='Change of Address'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-1413097517614363985</id><published>2009-01-16T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:23:24.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Math Quiz is evil!!!</title><content type='html'>The math quiz that's on everyday, is freaking evil. They make you think that you can solve it first, then they just make do dot he super long method(which is probably the only method available) to solve the problem. Only the first one can be considered as a question. The next two just suck. It's all about exhausting the things and stuff. I tried to find the number of routes I could go to, then it ust got impossible. Then I checked how many ways to get to the other point for just like 1/100 of the whole thing and it was then. Then I added to more squares and poof.. it became 17 ways!!!!!! And yesterday was about some staircase thing. The only possible way to get these questions right is to cheat. For example, go ask your seniors or something for the answer (one person I know has done that, but I am not disclosing the name, hee) or google it and, if you are real lucky, you'll land exactly on the question and the answer. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Matthew, can you stop acting cute in front of the teachers? It's seriously grossing me out :/. I know food and all is very anticing to you, but please, think about the rest of us and stop waving the fats all over the place and screaming 'pick me'. That's the main reason why you dind'nt get the best speaker thing for today. Your comments was disruptive to the class and were over exxagerated.&lt;br /&gt;Phewwww...Now that's finally out of the way,  I can now talk about the poll about Nigie. You guys have 2 more days to vote! Handsome and fat are now the leading factors of the poll. Cheer on Nigel, RAR!! Congrats on getting the 1st 'fit' :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-1413097517614363985?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/1413097517614363985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/math-quiz-is-evil.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1413097517614363985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1413097517614363985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/math-quiz-is-evil.html' title='The Math Quiz is evil!!!'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-9159558180146557678</id><published>2009-01-15T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:34:47.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Affairs Panel Discussion</title><content type='html'>Hey friends, how's it going on in life? If I'm not wrong, tomorrow is the debating thing for the whole class to participate in. Jia you, Benny(host), scoop up as many ace points as possible! According to the rubrics, the host is supposed to be get the class settled down quickly, has to be articulate, has to lead and engae the class, do a good job in getting the class' attention(Philmann and his ROFLs should do the trick ;))and should be able to maintain decorum and order throughout the session. Sigh, too bad I won't be able to do get any ACE points. That's ok, right? Anyway, Jian Shun and I will be doing the observing, which means that I will control the number of ACE points you guys get, heheh.And today at malay class, I was laughing at Philmann in the first part, so the teacher probably thought that I was rowdy or something. So when I was reading the passage we were being tested on, she gave me a measly 6.5 marks, when some other guy talked like ROFLing crapses got 7 marks. WTH?!! This is favouritism, man. Cao Lao Shi, you gotta help me!! Anyway, this week I'll practice like siao and then get the freaking 10/10 for the reading thing.Oh, and some of you may have seen me cutting out something from the newspaper today. It was a milo ad, that you can buy milo dinosaurs from macs. Yeah, I bought one today and am sipping it this very moment. It tastes exactly like chocolate milkshakes. That's nice, but completely not wrth the $3 it's selling for. Well, it's just my luck &gt;:(. Buh-bye for today I guess. And Darren, you should stop spouting the ef-word in every sentence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-9159558180146557678?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/9159558180146557678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-affairs-panel-discussion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/9159558180146557678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/9159558180146557678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-affairs-panel-discussion.html' title='Current Affairs Panel Discussion'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7776048150427983872</id><published>2009-01-15T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:33:20.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Prompt for SILVER WORKFORCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I am here today to present to you that the idea and the decision of re-employing aged workers like myself is a good one. For many years, we have worked through sweat and tears all for the sake of our employer. However, our loyalties have only been rewarded with unemployment. I believe that workers young and old can work side by side during the time of this economic crisis. Even though the Manpower Ministry has most likely re-ployed us just in an attempt to pull up the economy, I promise you, ladies and gentlemen, that we will do that and much more.Please, give us a chance to work for you again, so we can earn our keep in this lion city. Even though a few adjustments have to be made in the work place to make it more age friendly, such inconvenience will be nothing compared to the benefits you will be reaping from the employment of experienced, skilled workers. Make the right choice and employ us. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Applause and whistles...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7776048150427983872?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7776048150427983872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-prompt-for-silver-workforce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7776048150427983872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7776048150427983872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-prompt-for-silver-workforce.html' title='Blog Prompt for SILVER WORKFORCE'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-3349925478012350473</id><published>2009-01-14T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:25:56.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving a senior's life</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, today I was at the us stop after officially getting into the tabletennis EP3(yay me!!!:)))) and nigel was next to me(he got in too:D) when we noticed a mysterious black file. It turned out to belong to some blur sotong Sec 3 guy fro 3Q. I can't imagine what horrors he will face tomorrow if he tells the teacher he lost the file. As you may have noticed in the morning, I got yelled at my Ms Soh just for not bringing the damn book and Anton got 'blasted' by Ms Ann for coming late. When you lose a file, I think you will kena expel! So tomorrow I'll pass the file over to the guy's classmate. He'll just be so grateful that the whole school will know my name in their hearts, as the boy who saved a senior...&lt;br /&gt;-.- Ehem, that was lame... Never mind that. I heard that you guys want to see pictures of Rattrap(the hamster), but I seriously can't find the adapter leh, so sad. Maybe one day I'll bring him to school, just so you can pet him-including you Philmann, but don't squish him...- and get to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I notice that you guys really like polls, so I'll be posting them like, every six days. Hope you keep on enjoying my blog =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nigel is a great guy. He just treated me to a drink today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-3349925478012350473?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3349925478012350473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/saving-seniors-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3349925478012350473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/3349925478012350473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/saving-seniors-life.html' title='Saving a senior&apos;s life'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-1337133015897521932</id><published>2009-01-13T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:19:15.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People From the Past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, I met a total of 5 people whom I knew since primary school. First there was this girl from my previous school, standing at the bus stop. This kind of triggered some unusual excitement from the guys in 1I3 who were with me then, cause they also knew her lah. There was also this guy who used to like her-and I highly suspect that he still likes her- who was shivering from excitement, haha. Then when I was getting on the bus... ok, I just decided that this must be the boringest thing on Earth so I'll just talk about something else... Well, a lot of you wanted to see my hamster as in in the photo, so I'll try to get it in by today. Pleeease keep reading the blog, k? Ok, so my top 5 best friends now are (and be proud of it!!):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nigel Ng &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leong Qi Dong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei Zhi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christopher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone who reads my blog :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-1337133015897521932?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/1337133015897521932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-from-past.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1337133015897521932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/1337133015897521932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-from-past.html' title='People From the Past...'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-4320613868872796830</id><published>2009-01-12T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:36:02.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rattrap!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring, but I can tell you something that's not :). Last Saturday, a girl from my tuition class aparently had too many hamsters, so she gave me and my korean friend (who is a boy) a hamster each! So I named my hamster Rattrap, and bought all sorts of stuff for it. Fir example, an all new cage!!! Plus lots of yummy food and biscuits, to even bathing sand. Yay! The thing is, I found out Rattrap is an extremely picky eater. He eats sunflower seeds all the time, cause I think they are hamsters' all time favourite, heh. He only eats the other foods when he is really hungry, like in the middle of the night. I like to let him run around my room, outside his cage. He's pretty smart. When you put somehting in front of him, he wawlks over it or squeezes his way through. Sounds cute, huh? He keeps shitting on my hand when I pick him up though &gt;:O. But that's ok, I still love him, right Rattrap?. Hee hee, he just nodded his furry head :D. I got to go feed him now. Bye for now^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm working on the photos. Just hang on for the next post. Keep reading my blog guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-4320613868872796830?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4320613868872796830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/rattrap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4320613868872796830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/4320613868872796830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/rattrap.html' title='Rattrap!'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-55702330247321190</id><published>2009-01-09T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:10:06.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't post yesterday. It was kind of a busy day. Well, yesterday I got into a fight that I hope won't affect me too much.  It all started when I was in class, between periods. I was asking Adriel whether it was CCA orientation for sports today. Then you know what? He told me to ef off!! I mean, all I was doing was ask him a question anad he snapped at me like that. He totally pissed me off! Since then, he has been  greater nemesis of mine, more so than Philmann, not that I really hate Philmann now.(thats how i spell your name right, Philmann?) Then on the way to the science lab, I was complaining to Qi Dong about his lack of Integrity. So he heard me and then he intentionally bumped into me. I was really annoyed so I pushed back and told him to bed his mom (heh, that was a mistake:( ) So he shoved back at me and I shoved back until he ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the field during CCA orientation, I whacked the ball pretty suckily, then I saw Adriel smirking. So, when he tried to hit the ball two times and still failed, it was obviously my turn to laugh. Then I think Nigel whacked him ont he head or something and they started chasing each other. So I cought up with Adriel and grabbed him by the shirt. Then for no aparent reason he swung his (meaty) hand and hit me in the stomach while successively shouting the f-word. Most of you guys would have seen me beat the faeces (remember, no vulgarities!) out of him. Then he cried. Sorry for him I was, but not so sorry for Nigel and me. Then the senior cancalled down our names and, however hard I pleaded, he just would'nt erase the mark &lt;sob&gt;. I seriously hope the mark does'nt ffect me in a severe way or really, &lt;strong&gt;i r die:((((((((((. &lt;/strong&gt;Well, that's all for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Nigel, I know you said that my blogging code is retarded or something-.-. Please ah, give me chance, cause I'm just starting. Anyway, thanks for the constructive critism :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-55702330247321190?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/55702330247321190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/55702330247321190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/55702330247321190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-7792008857280134330</id><published>2009-01-07T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:12:37.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawnn... Today was probably the boringest day of my life. I stayed back for air rifle, but in the end they told me that it's tomorrow :((((. And, I discovered that I don't know &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; about blogs. I don't know how to put blogskins into my blog and I dunno how to put in a c-box for you guys, and most importantly, I don't even know how to delete my gadgets! Anyway, today Nigel was bugging Bing Men again cause he was being lame( as usual). Then during infocomm, Bing Men suddenly lashed out at Wei Zhi (the guy with the funny hair) and then Nigel went up and wacked his a**. Bing Men kicked back and then the infocomm teacher stopped him, and blamed him for violence, hehe. Oh, hope I'm not flaming.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, any of you guys want to join table-tennis? Tomorrow's the orientation for sports, if I'm not wrong. Good luck to all ^^!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-7792008857280134330?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7792008857280134330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/yawnn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7792008857280134330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/7792008857280134330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/yawnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-376607286886489173</id><published>2009-01-07T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:38:33.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA Orientation</title><content type='html'>Today was a CCA orientation day, and it was all about the uniformed groups. I was just extremely bored cause I'm a sporty person by nature. Luckily, this Friday is the sports orientation, so I will get a chance to get into the Table-Tennis team :D. But I heard that it's real hard to get into the team, so keep your fingers crossed for me please! Please don't take this as flaming, but my friend, Nigel, just found an all new enemy that he will most likely make life miserable for the rest of his time in HCI. His name: Bing Men. His real name is Philmen and the Bing came from.... oops, I think I said too much. I will just stop 'flaming him' so I don't get demerit points. And for today's homework, there was well, a lot to say the least -.-  There was LA, chinese and even geog... I was surprised to discover that all the internet is required to complete &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; one of the pieces of work :(. That was also good news in a way, cos it's another way for me to persuade my mom to finally get me my much deserved laptop. I guess I have to do my homework now, (still haven't completed the LA... sigh...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-376607286886489173?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/376607286886489173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/cca-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/376607286886489173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/376607286886489173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/cca-orientation.html' title='CCA Orientation'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102486776623563039.post-83852752323346932</id><published>2009-01-06T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:43:58.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starting of My Blog</title><content type='html'>I have just created a blog and I am sure that not many people are going to read this, one reason because everyone in my class is required to create one. Here are some random things about myself: I like Warcraft alot(played Warcraft 3 and WoW in all the expansions ;D) and will take on anyone who challenges me, especially Benny from class. I also play many first person shooters like UT3, Halo, and even lame games such as Soldier Front, cause it's my only way to play with other people without lagging the crap out of my com. I play Table-Tennis...&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, apparently my LA teacher wants us students to create a blog to keep track of school life, so she should probably expect complaints aplenty XD. Now I'm literally begging my parents to get me a laptop, but thry are far from changing their mind. They are utterly hopeless when it comes to IT. Hope I'm not too boring on my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Forgive the typos if you have seen any. Trying to improve on my typing while blogging. It &lt;strong&gt;phails &lt;/strong&gt;T_T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102486776623563039-83852752323346932?l=thekeevemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/feeds/83852752323346932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-of-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/83852752323346932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102486776623563039/posts/default/83852752323346932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeevemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-of-my-blog.html' title='The Starting of My Blog'/><author><name>Rattrap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683659948395935275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
